My materials for my mongo salad are set: I've got spinach, broccoli, yellow pepper, sliced almonds, cucumber, scallions, lettuce, and carrots. I'll be whipping up a balsamic vinaigrette with it, and I have some salmon for the side, plus my soygurt and my berries.

Angela Gheorghiu is AMAZING. She's so expressive, it's utterly AMAZING. Fantabulousness=Angela Gheorghiu.

So is Spider-Pig.

I'm not ready for my interrogation series. I think I'll dissuade religious discussion by asking about books, music, cultural themes, television, and other pop culture forms. If it comes up, I have no problem discussing genetics, cellular mechanics, opera, historical trends of Stalinist states, English history, and any of the like. BUT NOTHING REGARDING THEOLOGY OR PHILOSOPHY. I refuse to discuss ideas. Literature, yes. I can blab about Gabriel Garcia Marquez or Maxine Hong Kingston all day.

I miss solitude at home, and companionship away.