Friday, December 30, 2005

Denim for Satanists

This article completely made my day. Fashion-conscious atheists are rejoicing on Swedish street corners at the newest trend in hipster fashion. Eventually, Cheap Monday denim jeans will grace the legs of hipsters in Seattle's Capital Hill. Have you had trouble finding the perfect gift for the Satanists you know and love? Well, your troubles are over. Before you know it, Jake Gyllenhall will become a Cheap Monday celebrity spokesman. Who knows, these jeans may even spark yet another cheesy and judgmental form letter from _________ (insert favorite Christian watchdog group here). Here here!!

Happy Last Friday of 2005 (to Bring D.A. Noise's 2 readers)!

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Photogenic


I am posting another picture taken by my best friend Jessica during her October trip to Seattle. I am impressed with how the photo turned out. Normally, I hate viewing photos of myself, but this photo is a rare exception to the rule. Enjoy.

2006 Upcoming Music Releases

We all know what the new year means??? In the case that you didn't, well, the answer is simple....eagerly-anticipated new music releases, of course. Here are a few that I look forward to most:


My top pick for 2006: Industrial afficionatos would be utterly foolish if they were not chomping at the bit to get their hands on the first new full-length studio record in 25 years by the "Godfathers" of Industrial Muzik, Throbbing Gristle. Trent Reznor may have brought industrial music to the minds of teeny-boppers and alternative rock inner-circles in the form of Nine Inch Nails. However, TG made it possible for the Ohio native to even begin to dream of creating the music that he creates today.

Granted, TG did not sell millions of records, nor did they make millions on concert tickets. Instead, in their short existence during the late 70's, they pushed the boundaries of live performance with post-apocalyptic themes addressed in their music. Even after they initially terminated TG, its core members (in picture above), Cosey Fanni Tutti, Chris Carter, Peter Christopherson, and their fearlessly enigmatic leader, Genesis P'Orridge, continued to make tremendous and thought-provoking contributions to the world of experimental and industrial music: Chris and Cosey, Coil, and Psychic TV, respectively.

After many years of recording and creating their solo projects, the members decided to get back together in 2004 to plan a modern celebration of industrial music in the form of RE-TG, a three-day affair. RE-TG was cancelled at last minute (to my dismay - I was raring to go), but the members made it up to those who purchased tickets by performing at the Astoria in Central London. Seeing this performance brought to my mind recollections of performances I've eyewitnessed in my home state of MN at the legendary First Avenue nightclub. Astoria and First Avenue could easily be sister clubs, in their look and feel. Anyway, the Astoria show was an extraordinary experience for me and my friends (we met for the first time at that show) Ashley and Jeanne. Unfortunately, RE-TG turned into an ATP-sponsored affair, Nightmare Before Christmas, which happened months after the Astoria performance (and of course, when I did not have the money to go). Again, I will miss the new year's performance by the demigods of industrial music due to the shortage of monetary funds. Dammnit. I guess that you can't win them all.

March 2006 sees the eminent release of Part Two, the new TG studio record.







'PART TWO' Track Listing

Vow of Silence
Rabbit Snare
Seperated
Almost A Kiss
Greasy Spoon
Lyre Liar
Above The Below
Endless Not
The Worm Waits Its Turn
After The Fall

Other releases to look forward to in 2006:

Goldfrapp - Supernature (US Release)
Coil - The Ape of Naples
Leaether Strip - After The Devastation*

*After The Devastation marks the triumphant return of EBM/Industrial mainstay, Claus Larsen a.k.a. Leaether Strip, after a few years' absence. Check out the Alfa-Matrix website for further information.

2005 Year End Review: Hey, Fucker! Listen! (x 6) to the Blog of the Year

In the beginning of 2005, I was gung-ho about blogging. Prior to 2005, I started with Livejournal, but found it to be quite boring. Then, I progressed to Blogger, which I found to be better than Livejournal. However, I became disenfrancised with Blogger's slow server and desired to be more proactive in the design and layout of my blog.

This lead me to WordPress, which I like even more, but depending on what you want to do with your blog, being a WordPress user often requires the blogger to be somewhat self-sufficient. When you consider that I had no knowledge of such concepts as HTML, XHTML, CSS, RSS feeds, etc., self-sufficiency proved to be problematic. More accurately, I attribute my lackadaisical approach to blogging and web design to be purely lazy. Once I became finally too flustered to move forward, instead, I opted to come back to Blogger.

Well, guess what, the times they are a changing...yeah, that was dumb, I know. Anyway, the ultimate goal for me is increased proficiency with WordPress and its idiosyncrasies, while becoming more proactive with the design and manipulation of the layout of my good 'ole Disciplinarian Actions program. The plan is to use my Blogger site as an archive of my blog, starting with the end of 2005 and going backwards. Starting in 2006, I plan to return to WordPress, with future plans to update the layout.

Setting aside this silly diatribe, I want to recognize a few blogs from people that I know as well as people I've met online through the Gay Bloggers Tribe and a couple celebrities' blogs formaking blogging interesting and aesthetically stimulating.


My favorite blog of this year has to go to my co-worker, Kern's, blog called Listen! Listen! Listen! Listen! Listen! Listen! Check it out here. Whether he's slinging mud at dumbass right-wing nutjobs (I won't mention names....Bill O'Reilly), sharing anecdotes on exactly how stupid unmentionables (again.....I cough out the words "Bill O' Reilly") really are, or educating me on Scott Walker's discography, Listen! (x 6) stimulates me daily.

My friends always complement me on how informed I am on music and upcoming shows. What they don't know is that I am nothing more than a blathering idiot on the continuum of music knowledge compared to Kern. His penchant for creating descriptive metaphors garnered him a regular writing gig for the DeLorean section of Tiny Mix Tapes. That position is well-deserved. If you want recommendations on genres of music even I can't accurately describe without sounding like a dork (not the kind of dork in the form of a silly Madonna lyric), Kern is your man.

In particular, I'd like to mention his recent synopsis detailing the "silly Merry Christmas v. Happy Holidays conspiracy theories that unmentionables (do I need to say Bill O'Reilly AGAIN?) start for no other reason than being a stupid, pseudo-Christian blowhard." Well-written and enlightening, Kern definitely knows how to use the right words to put members of unmentionables in the Idiot Brigade (I won't repeat myself this time) in their place.

All in all, well done, chap!

I'd also like to make a shout-out to other blogs that motivate me to wanna be a better blogger:

Drubskin*
D. Travers Scott
Bob Mould
Margaret Cho
Zeitzeuge
A Gay Muscleboy In Training
Palochi

Thanks, folks!

*Editor's note: You must be 21 to enter Drubskin's site, which contains adult content. But, it's well worth your while. Drub is an extremely hot and talented artist. TRUST ME! Also, don't try it at work.

2005 Year End Review: Comeback of the Year


Congratulations to veteran "alternative" rock star Bob Mould for blowing me in the year 2005 with his amazing recording, Body of Song. Around the time he released his last record, Modulate, I saw him perform at the Aladdin Theatre in Portland, Oregon. This performance basically consisted of Mould playing his guitar over pre-recorded electronic loops and samples. Unfortunately, his guitar playing didn't mesh well with the samples, making for a slightly awkward-sounding performance. Songs written for Modulate sounded much better on record, but, unfortunately, these songs didn't translate well in the live experience. Nonetheless, the mere fact that, at that time, I was finally eyewitnessing Mould, a historical fixture in the 80s' Minneapolis music scene, in the flesh for the first time. Editor's note: I was 11 when Zen Arcade came out, and besides, I was obsessed with Prince's Purple Rain at the time.

Moving forward to 2005, despite my disappointment with Modulate, I still eagerly anticipated the eminent release of Body of Song. This record marks the triumphant return of the Bob Mould that I've known and loved over the last decade or so. Every track on Body of Song is strong. In particular, the track Underneath Days made me convinced that Bob Mould was reading my mind. The lyrics perfected matched my frustration with the romantic situation I was going through at the time. How did he do it? I have no idea.

Again, I jumped at the opportunity to see Mould live here in Seattle at Neumos, buying my ticket within days after the show was announced. My wish for a better sonic experience with Mould proved beyond fruitful, especially when he brought along hottie singer/songwriter Richard Morel (engineer for the dynamic DJ titans Deep Dish) on keyboards for the ride. The live set was a sonic tour-de-force, harkening back to what I envisioned a classic Husker Du show would sound like (again I was a musically-clueless young boy during the heyday of Husker Du). Mould's set consisted of Mould solo tracks, classic Sugar gems, and even a foray into Husker territory with such classics as Could You Be The One and Chartered Trips. Unfortunately, I vacated Neumo's during the second encore (so I can catch the last ghetto bus ride back to, well, the ghetto, Rainier Beach).

All in all, 2005 was, without a doubt, Bob Mould's year. In a concert setting, he is at the top of his game. In spirit, he's come into his own, open in his sexual identity, and confident in his step. Not to mention, his blog, Modulate, is a gay blogger's wet dream in written form. I look forward to his upcoming acoustic show in February (on my mom's birthday), which I am sure will prove to be stellar. Regardless of how the music sounds, I am all for gawking in a "I have a crush on you, but not in the vein of The Jets" manner. One thing is for sure, musically, Bob Mould is far superior to those godawful, one-hit wonder Minneapolis pop schlocksters The Jets any day of the week.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Please pray for Nathan


During my perusal this afternoon of Margaret Cho's blog, I came across this mind-numbing and gut-wrenching account of the death of a much too young GLBT activist from Fresno by the name of Nathan Christofferson (see entries dated December 19 and 27th.) A link is provided to a detailed accounting of the aftermath of his death from the eyes of one of his friends and fellow activists. This accounting can be also be found here.

Reading stories about young lives being taken away from us due to ignorance, misinformation, disrespect, and under the guise of "compassion and caring" is disgusting and unbelievably ANTI-Christian. You hear me, James Dobson, Ann Coulter, Bill O'Reilly, Michele Bachmann, "Rev." Fred Phelps, Pat Robertson, Angela Davis, "Hon." Clarence Thomas, "Hon." Scalia, Rick Santorum, Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, Lon and Bon Mabon, Marilyn Cosgrove, George Bush, Dick Cheney, Mitt Romney...etc. I said ANTI-CHRISTIAN. In the middle of my workday, I had the arduous task of holding back the tears of anger, disgust, and rage at the audacity of Nathan's own family members and members of the parents' hate-ridden church ministry to demonize his sexuality. How FUCKING dare they call themselves Christian! How dare they call themselves "loving family members." Their actions are just plain hypocritical and demeaning.

It takes a lot of courage to stand up for what you believe in the despicable world of hatred that we currently live in. I firmly believe that Nathan was one of those courageous individuals that we desperately need to stand up and fight. I can't help but be disgusted at the state of the human race, particularly here in the states during the dictatorship and free reign of Dumb (Dick Cheney) and Dumber (Dubya). I grieve for the voices of those lost due to hatred (by others as well as self-hatred). We live now in a physical and psychological terrorist state, which must be stopped at all costs. I grieve for those of us left to pick up the pieces in the aftermath. Please pray for Nathan tonight.

2005 Year-End Review: The Great Record that could've been Greater


The new Sigur Ros album, Takk, was at the top of my list at the end of last year as the most eagerly anticipated releases of 2005. So, alas, the beginning of September was an exciting time for me due to Takk's eminent release. After first listening to it, my response was, "Is that it?" Takk reverts to more manageable, bite-sized sound collages, which left me slightly discouraged and not quite fulfilled. To me, Takk missed something, although I can't quite put my finger on what that "something" is. Were my expectations too high? Under normal circumstances, I judge musician's new records on their own merit, versus comparing them to previous efforts. Judgmental "die-hard" fans piss me off when, for example, Sonic Youth did not record Sister 2004 when they released last year's wonderful record, Sonic Nurse. But, for some reason, I expected more with Takk. I do not want to, by any means, say that Takk is a bad record. No, it is not. But, I liked the longer tracks that dominated ( ).

In the end, I think that Takk just needed a little more oomph. That lack of oomph, notwithstanding, Sigur Ros' singer, Jonsi Birgisson, graced the music world, yet again, with one of the most uniquely beautiful male voices in the world. Even if Sigur Ros ever recorded the worst song known to man, Jonsi's voice would make it tolerable. Seeing Sigur Ros' live performance at the Paramount in September definitely more than made up for my slight disappointment with Takk. Jonsi also scored major points with his vocal contributions to the elegaic and gorgeous double-disc recording "Exactly As I Do," by the enigmatic British expatriate and current Icelandic resident Andrew MacKenzie, a.k.a. Hafler Trio.

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Tuesday, December 27, 2005

2005 Year-End Review: Pissing on Michele Bachmann (Cunt of the Year)


Bored housewives posing as "caring and compassionate" state legislators with nothing better to do than to discriminate ruled the day in my home state of Minnesota in the year 2005. State legislator and idiot-magnet Michele Bachmann (R - Stillwater) repeatedly attempts to permanently write marriage discrimination against same-sex couples into the Minnesota state constitution. However, thus far, she has failed. However, her "movement" appears to have gained momentum, in the name of, amongst others, her minister husband, who recently convened a local summit for M4M (Ministers for Marriage, not men 4 men - get your minds out of the gutter), proclaiming that the principle of marriage must be "saved" from demonic forces (apparently, loving same-sex couples fit the description in their meek and feeble minds). Also, lesbian in denial, Mary Liz Holberg, is another alleged do-gooder who co-orchestrated the initial legislation, along with Ms. "shit-for-brains-bimbo-with-bad-90s'-hair" Bachmann.

Insert editor's note: Take one good look at Mary Liz, and even you, too, would exclaim "You're so dikey...AHHHHH," just like Margaret Cho's mom.

Truth be told, Ms. Bachmann's real "agenda" is to run against Patty Wetterling for a seat on the U.S. House of Representatives. Right-wing pundits proclaim that Bachmann's repeated endorsement of the hateful marriage amendment has gained her clout in the political arena. Considering that she represents only a small piece of the urban demographic (parts of Anoka county and the riverside town of Stillwater), she is severely out of touch with those of us who seek to preserve the virtues of the MN and US Constitutions. In my mind, the Constitution is founded on EQUAL rights, not special rights. I'd like to hope that more Minnesotans desire fairness and equality, rather than separatism.

It's bad enough that Minnesota is plagued by its dipshit governor, Mr. Tim "I'm gonna cut snow plows from the state budget on the eve of a major snowstorm because I'm an imbecile" Pawlenty, and numbskull state senator Norm "Mentally Malnourished Puppy Dog of the Republican party" Coleman. It's Pawlenty that violated the separation of church and state by allowing the "Luis Pulau Christian Circus Sideshow" to convene on government property, namely the state capital grounds in the summer of 2004. Mr. Coleman was assigned to cover the Democratic Party's National Convention as the Republican roving correspondent on the mean streets of Manhattan last year. In reality, the only reason why he was even there was because he is allegedly the "future of the Republican Party." Personally, I hope that Al Franken puts a stop to that, once and for all.

Anyway, back to the bitch. Bachmann is convinced that legalizing same-sex marriage threatens the sanctity of marriage (which is a tired piece of rhetoric that is unrealistic. Apparently, 50-hour marriages by bimbastic pubescent trendsters does not threaten the sanctity. I'd be curious to see the divorce rates of, say, the town of Stillwater, in comparison to, say, a small town in the state of Massachusetts before and after they legalized same-sex marriages. If you configure registered same-sex couples and allow them the right to get married, I bet that since there are more married couples in the marriage pool, ultimately the divorce rate would not change drastically for the worse. That is what marriage amendment proponents would like you to believe. Also, I'd assume that more weddings would mean increased income for hairstylists, florists, attorneys (assuming that they would be drafting more prenuptial agreements), and caterers, amongst other professionals. All in all, an increased economy benefits the nation as a whole. You would think, anyway.

In my assessment of Ms. Bachmann's intentions, they are purely politically motivated, rather than out of the concern for the "sanctity of marriage." Her efforts to write discrimination into the MN state constitution must be stopped at all costs. If she wins this seat in the U.S. House of Representatives, what makes you think that she would not take her proposals to the national level. People like Ann Coulter, Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, Bill O'Reilly, Pat Robertson, Michael Savage, the list goes on and on....like to rant and rave about how having an opinion contrary to theirs equates to anti-American-ism. But, in reality, that is the furthest from the truth. But, I digress....again.

For me, I am all for healthy debate and for the right to be heard, regardless of stated position on any and all societal issues. However, the straw that broke my back occurred when I was flipping through channels on the small screen television that my Dad used in his office at the parents' house one afternoon back in 2004, and I came across Ms. Bachmann on a local public access station, touting her hate rhetoric. During the course of conversation with the host of this show, she had the audacity to state "It's nothing against gay people personally." In my mind, that statement of disrespect personalized the same-sex marriage debate for me.

I'm still unsure about how I personally view the institution of marriage in respect to my status on this planet as a human being. I'm still learning to be self-sufficient financially, mentally, and physically. However, even if ultimately marriage is not for me, I sure as hell firmly believe that other loving couples who contribute to the makeup of the American family should be entitled to marriage and the legal protections of marriage (regardless of sexual preference.) Delusional "do-gooders" who seek to discriminate and demonize respectable human beings under the guise of religion do not have the right to monopolize the institution of marriage. Listen up, bitch...oh, I mean, Ms. Bachmann..... SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Monday, December 26, 2005

2005 Year-End Review: Worst Record of the Year (Even though I somewhat like it)


**Editor's note: This entry has been amended as of Tuesday, Dec. 27, 2005 @ 3:17 p.m.

Back in 2003, everyone got bent out of shape when Madonna rapped about pilates and soy lattes in song. However, the single highlight of the new "back to her dance roots" record, Confessions on a Dance Floor, is I Love New York, which actually sets a precedent for horrid lyrics, especially when she says "other cities make (her) feel like a dork" at one point in the song. Worse than that is the lyric that goes something like this:

If you don't like my attitude
Then you can f*** off
Just go to Texas
Isn't that where they golf

Clearly, this monstrosity of a song lyric is a point-blank reference to President Dubya. Touche, Madonna. Despite these horrific attempts at poetic license, the song is quite catchy, and by far, the lone standout track of an otherwise lackluster album. This album is ripe for a knock-off Britney or Christina Aguilera copycat. God forbid.

At any rate, Confessions is far from being an outstanding record. I mean, come on, Madonna, is the despicable Abba-sampling track Hung Up the best you can come up with? What's worse, I am convinced that she had just finished watching Napoleon Dynamite when she decided to dress up for the Hung Up video. That, to me, is a worse travesty than the Mini Cooper reference in her ode to being herself, American Life. In the end, Confessions leaves me with the same feeling of uncertainty that the mere presence of the pretentiously ballsy and maniacal right-wing pundit bombshell, Ann Coulter, invokes in me. Let me clarify:

Confessions (Pro): I love this record because it is a horrible piece of shit.
Confessions (Con): I hate this fucking record because it's a horrible piece of shit.

Ann Coulter (Pro): I love her because she says the stupidest shit ever, which in turn, makes me laugh my ass off.
Ann Coulter (Con): I hate her because of the stupid shit that makes me laugh my ass off in the first place.

I love Confessions! I hate Confessions! Oh, fuck, I can't decide whether I love it or hate it. Ditto for Ann Coulter. I love Ann! I hate Ann! Fuck me, again, I can't decide. However, what I can tell you is this: Confessions on a Dance Floor is a horrible piece of shit, which I can't help but like. So, shoot me.

Friday, December 23, 2005

2005 Year-End Review: Introduction

Yes, folks, it's that time of the year again, where we get bombarded with everyone's best-of-the-year lists. This year, mine will be provided in parts. I had a hard time deciding the Album of the Year, so, there will be several, picked by genre. I will also write about favorite shows, books, and other tidbits. I also have an Entertainer of the Year award to hand out (it's nothing fancy, unlike an Oscar or an Emmy). Finally, we will close the Disciplinarian Actions Year in Review with an award going out to a whole gaggle of punk dumb ass thugs for being a collective ASSHOLE(S) of the Year. More on that forthcoming.

In the meantime, I am going to list my favorite albums of the year here, but they are not in any sort of order, nor will I reveal the elite records quite yet. So, take a guess as to what I will crown the best of the year. Stay tuned.

Favorite recordings of 2005 (In no particular order)

The Campfire Headphase - Boards of Canada
Livin' Fear of James Last (collection) - Nurse With Wound
Pictures - Timo Maas
Cripple Crow - Devendra Banhart
Thrills - Ellen Allien
DE9: Transitions - Richie Hawtin
Witching Hour - Ladytron
Playing The Angel - Depeche Mode
The Men Album - Jarboe
Kompakt Total 6 (compilation) - Various Artists
Akron/Family & Angels of Light - Akron/Family & Angels of Light
The Angels of Light Sing "Other People" - Angels of Light
Untitled - Autechre
Body of Song - Bob Mould
Golden Ocean - 50 Foot Wave
Exactly as I Do - Hafler Trio f/ Jonsi
Takk - Sigur Ros
Fabric 23 (DJ Mix) - Ivan Smagghe
No Wow - The Kills
OK Cowboy - Vitalic
The Ape of Naples - Coil
I Am A Bird Now - Antony and the Johnsons
Judas as Black Moth (compilation) - Current 93
Supernature - Goldfrapp
Gimmie Trouble - Adult.
D.U.M.E. ep - Adult.
Black One - Sunno)))
Cinder - Dirty Three
Goo (Deluxe Edition) - Sonic Youth
Pornography/Faith/Seventeen Seconds (Deluxe Editions) - The Cure
Okie Dokie, It's The Orb on Kompakt - The Orb
The Great Destroyer - Low
Assassin - Margaret Cho
Demon Days - Gorillaz
Only Teeth - Nine Inch Nails
A Bugged Out Mix - Erol Arkan
Aminanima ep - Amina
Play - Larsen
Souvlaki (2CD reissue) - Slowdive
Crime and Dissonance (compilation) - Ennio Morricone
Arular - M.I.A.
LCD Soundsystem - LCD Soundsystem
Shipwreck Radio Vol. 2 - Nurse With Wound
A Long Red Ladder to the Moon - Edward Ka-Spel
En Aldeles Forferdelig Sykdom - Spunk
Ciautistico! - XXL (Xiu Xiu and Larsen)
Double Vulgar 2 - Thighpaulsandra
La Foret - Xiu Xiu
26,000 - Frozen Rabbit
Tender Buttons - Broadcast

Distractions galore

Let's face it. I am lazy. No, actually, I have been preoccupied of late. Lots going on right now. Between (1) monotonous busy work at the workplace, (2) frozen ass cheeks at home, and (3) the recent purchase of an iPod, I've not been in the blogging frame of mind.

(1) is the result of continuous tedium. (2) is the result of my slumlords' (ooops, I mean, landlords) inability to effectively be....landlords. (3) has resulted in the nearly endless and arduous task of picking and choosing songs within its 30GB hard drive. I am a fool to think that I am going to get absolutely everything on this thing. I could have purchased the 60GB, but I didn't want to spend the extra $100. Meanwhile, more about (2).

Our slumlords (as we affectionately call them) failed to address our requests to fix the furnace so we were freezing our asses off. Because of this (and my roommate's need to cut expenses, and understandably so), we gave the bastards 20 days notice of our departure from the house. Our notice was greeted with annoying text messages, claiming we needed to give them 30 days. That, my friends, is incorrect. Besides, we are not on a lease so we are not breaking one, and even if we were, we are justified to break the non-existent lease due to this mere fact: WE HAD NO FUCKING HEAT. But, finally, the furnace was fixed this afternoon. The stupid thing is that it turned out to be the fact that when some electricians came out to re-wire the thermostat, they forgot to plug the thing back in. **this is where author smacks forehead with his open hand, emulating Homer Simpson**

DOH!

Un-fracking-believable, if you ask me.

On the bright side of things, though, we got approved for a new apartment in Capital Hill. I am relieved at the prospect of being back in the city and closer to everything. The best part is that we no longer have to take any bloody 7 or the ghetto 106 bus routes. No more dealing Tupac-wannabes rapping out loud, cat fights between Asian women walking with canes, endless streams of people not knowing what a fucking Express bus is, bewildered drunks taking 15 minutes to fish out $1.25 from the paper cup they used to collect from in front of Nordstroms Rack, the list goes on.... I am a "get me from A to B at my pace, not someone else's" kinda guy, who greatly prefers to walk everywhere at every opportunity. Plus, cheaper rent is always good.

Anyway, this blog has been neglected for far too long. Besides, I have year-end discussions to post here anyway. For the time being, I am posting to Blogger until I can get Disciplinarian Actions back up and running again (hopefully, with a new design). I also plan to use Blogger as an archive of old blog posts. So, in the meantime, I hope that the 2 of you, my dear devoted readers (2 is probably stretching it), stay tuned. For now, I will leave you with a photo from the disc of photos my best friend Jessica finally sent me. Enjoy.