Swine and Pearls

Swine, always a favorite word of mine for no other reason than its sound and elevation of "pig" to a much more elegant word, has taken on a new connotation. A friend in Mexico City can poke fun at the "epidemic" or cusp of "epidemic" and I have a tough enough time making light of the matter, but is it something to joke about?

Marco Abarca will no longer come for his opening. A precaution, and a well-thought-out, totally rational and precursory decision at that, but are we overreacting? Underreacting? My heart truly hurts because someone so in need of the attention and good feelings a trip up to the U.S. would bring is now at the mercy of unpredictable circumstances.

But honestly, WTF: incredibly and inexcusably sad that people are still this dumb.

This is just shameful. Go to hell, Jay Severin, and catch all the VDs there are to catch in this world and beyond, for being the most ignorant asshole EVER.

But in more uplifting news: begins and ends with our children.

A hand-me-down  swatch watch from 1996 beeps, though its batteries are very much dead. Makes me wonder...

Too excited for Pops season. Swingin', Benny Goodman-in', ahhhh... Speaking of, and totally unrelated, The Crystal Method at the House of Blues is coming up. Gotta ready my glowsticks and brush up on my head-tossing, swaying-like-I'm-tripping-and-just-can't-help-it, killer dance moves.

P.S. Happy May Day to all (MAY? Whaaaat?) and to all a good night.