I've been hearing frogs singing in the ditches lately. I thought about how single-mindedly oblivious they are - just singing away into the darkness in an age old cycle of reproduction. They will go on singing as long as they are able, even though frogs have been mysteriously disappearing all over the globe. The song of the last frog will sound no different than the songs of his ancestors, but it will be a very sad song nonetheless. That said, the local Tree frogs seem to be hanging on pretty well, and I love to hear them sing.

We had the second Irr.App.(Ext.) rehearsal this weekend. I'm getting pretty excited about this. It should end up being both visually and aurally interesting. Maybe people will even show up for the evening. Matt has made some flyers which should draw the right kind of people. The fine print says "no mendicants".

The rest of the weekend was largely taken up with work of one kind or the other. I put in an extra shift at the museum on saturday, hauled a desk from my mom's to its current resting place to the right of the computer I'm typing this on, cleaned various parts of the house.... the list goes on. Jen got started on the play room, which looks like somebody picked it up and shook it. Next weekend we'll relax.

cds I listened to while being serenaded by frogs: So Much Hate "Seein' Red", Paradise Lost "Lost Paradise", The Legendary Pink Dots "Malachai - Shadow Weaver Part 2", An Orang-utan Howling For Egg (compilation w/Nurse With Wound, Aranos, Volcano the Bear, etc...), and Tim Eriksen "s/t"

now: Her Song compilation