Despite what I advertise, I'm still listening to When Your Heartstrings Break by Beulah. It's that good.
I am, however, really reading Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain. When I looked at the cover (Tony in his manicured white outfit holding a chef's knife), I was totally uninterested. I figured he was going to write about his trips to Provence and Tuscany, the bouquets of obscure Pinot Noirs, and the 18 texture gradients of foie gras. I cracked it open despite the conservative foodie cover. I'm now 2/3 finished with Fear and Loathing in New York Kitchens. Sex, drugs, and fine food. And more drugs. Bourdain doesn't write fine prose, but he's damn funny. His rants on well-done meat eaters, vegetarians, monday fish specials, and sunday brunch are worth repeating out loud. I highly recommend it if you've worked in a restaurant or eaten in one.
Stacy found a highland games festival scheduled during our time in Scotland. I will gladly plunk down my five pounds to see a Scotsman toss a telephone pole.
The end of August means football is coming up, which means it's time to draft fantasy football teams. I suck so badly at drafting these teams that I've taken to creative team naming for my fun. My two entries this year are "Queer Eye Straight Guys" and "Kobe's Accuser". Dan's entry, "Ted Williams' Severed Head" isn't bad, but my all time favorite is still "Betty Loren Maltese Falcons".