Saturday Nite's Allrite for Blogn

I have been neglecting my blog, which is far better than to neglect, say, a houseplant, as the blog will go on with or without me, and the houseplant needs water and sunlight and such. Not that I provide the sunlight, exactly. But I will sometimes move a plant around when I think it needs more or less sunlight and, thus, a different window to sit near. So here's a list (not all-inclusive) of things I haven't written about since my last post:

• I attended the opening reception for "How We Dwell", an ongoing (though possibly defunct by now, I haven't checked) series of art installations in a lady's apartment. The installation I was present for featured photographs of the artist trying on all of the hostess's clothes. There was a young girl also at the apartment that evening who played Beethoven's Ode to Joy on the keyboard and talked about making sauces with Grape Jelly. It was kind of weird, but in a really nice way.
• I just bought a record by Of Montreal, which I thought might be the new one, with the single I like, but it turned out to be an older one, with "Wraith Pinned to the Mist and Other Games" which is already being loosened from the grip of its association with Outback Steakhouse. (Incidentally, I would never had cried sellout against OfM, if only because the use/corruption of this song was such a vast improvement on the drunk-Paul-Hogan-impersonator jingles of Outback's prior campaigns.) So, anyway, it's just exhilarating to have any new (to me) record on my turntable, and it's a nice bonus that this one is just awesomely good.
  
• Went duckpin bowling again a few weeks back. I haven't gotten any better at that. But it was nothing like the Special Olympics. I'm not even going to say "Special Olympics"
• Spring started happening. I saw robins in Hoes Heights and daffodils blooming along the side of Druid Hill. Spring is far and away Maryland's best season, and I'm psyched.