i was driving this afternoon listening to an old mix tape (you know, those funny looking rectangular things with two reels?) and REM's 'it's the end of the world as we know it' was playing....and i feel fine, and i feel fine, and i feeel fiiiine...one of the X list songs. some of the songs they banned are quite suprising, and many are remarkable songs: imagine, american pie, fire and rain. (who came up with this list?) maybe i will make a cd of banned songs...

then i passed a guy wearing acid wash jeans. where did all the acid wash jeans go? you can find used levis all over the place, but rarely the acid wash ones. yet, in the 80s they were everywhere. acid wash heaven? a cult in nevada that will only wear acid wash commandeered all of them? i think i have a pair floating around somewhere....zipped ankles and all.

oh, in rochester...some things i did:

• ate most of my very own garbage plate (sans meat, however. which is somehow wrong, like i am trying to make it healthy)
  
• had sweet potato french fries for the first time. wow. ate pretty much the whole order of 'em
  
• discovered chef shepard can make a meal when all the fridge contains is eggs, bread and tofu (tofu!)
  
• was privlidged to hang out with many 'good people'
  
• found a fridge whose contents look strangely like mine - malena's - organic crunchy granola stuff
  
• met alex, malena's very sweet son and her husband dan while having lunch at a fabulous little cafe (veggie sandwich on foccacia)
  
• met dyan, shep's better sibling half, and was able to view the two of them in action..quite entertaining. :)
  
• a driving tour of the fingerlakes region on the way to the holler. damn, it is beautiful. too bad it snows there...
  
• got lost in shep's apartment complex, prayed his tire rod wouldn't reach it's 'it still has some miles left in it' limit causing the wheel to fall off, left my wallet in a resturant and figured out how to press 'talk' to make a cell phone number go through (i am seriously cell phone challenged) and....
  
• two (!!!) days at pollywogg holler. so soul satisfying. words just don't do the experience justice.