Minneapolis Woman Finally Creates New Music Mix

For those of you who have been wanting to gently nudge me on the topic for the past, oh, 18 months or so, you can thank joLynn for stepping up to the plate. She and Amy were over for dinner recently feasting on SPAM- and duck-stuffed game hens (this was during the--happily, short-lived--SPAM phase, wherein I invited unsuspecting friends over to dinner and served different variations of SPAM) and, toward the end of the evening, joLynn broached the sensitive subject of the unchanging playlist. Now the criticism is not totally fair--I did add about ten new songs to the existing mix in August 2007. But Franz Ferdinad and Kings of Leon, though I love them so, apparently grow old after awhile. (To some people.)

But let me tell you an unrelated and, of course in my opinion, fascinating, story. If I had not seen it with my own eyes, I never would have believed it was true. I had to replace some dying tulips earlier this week. I pulled them out of the vase and tossed them out the back door.* It had snowed heavily that day, and the back yard was blanketed in about six inches of soft, sticky snow. I lobbed the bouquet into the air, and, mid-arc, each tulip righted itself and landed, like a lawn dart, straight up in the fresh snow. It was a beautiful, miraculous sight: it was still snowing, and the world was quiet and white except for these twelve red tulips standing perfectly straight up in the ground.

*I am not, by the way, in the habit of chucking all unwanted items into my backyard. But I do tend to occasionally toss organic matter into the snow in the belief that it will naturally decompose or get eaten by birds before spring arrives. Which really just basically indicates that I should move my compost bin to a more accessible location.