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Alright. Need to put some stuff on here for a change. I'm sitting here (in the living room thanks to Pop's kindly contribution of a Belkin wireless router to the Daily Mail) and listening to some 1990 vintage Throes. All the Flowers Growing in Your Mother's Eyes. What a great album. This was my soundtrack for commuting to Georgia State during that long lost spring of '91. Here's what some guy named J.Edward Keyes of the All Music Guide says:

Arriving in the heyday of the alternative revolution, the Throes' astonishing debut, All the Flowers Growing in Your Mother's Eyes, captured the innocence and idealism of that singular movement. Driven by the songwriting prowess of Bill Campbell and Harold Evans, the Throes create dour, moody pop akin to the Smiths and R.E.M.. Songs are built around Campbell's sparkling guitar and driven forward by Evans' idiosyncratic percussion. Where most college rock bands flounder amidst pretentious lyrics and too-light music, the Throes convey their often-poetic sentiments adroitly. "This Love Is an Ocean" churns and rolls, moving slowly forward while "Passion Flower" is up-tempo and colored by sadness. Even the sweaty, punkish rave-up "Skin Kings" is propelled by a sentiment of self-loathing and disgust. All the Flowers Growing in Your Mother's Eyes works because it stays open and airy and buoyant despite these weighty confessions. The record is charged with the unmistakable energy of possibility, the sound of a young band who still believes they can change the world.

That's funny. I always thought the guitars and harmonies had a sixties feel to them.

Anyway, Junior (that's our pet garter snake for those without a program) got out of his cage today thanks to my negligence in closing the lid to his cage last night when I fed him. He wandered into Marian's closet and I had to track him down. May this series of events never happen again! He's now back home and the lid is on tight!

How weird is it that Bo Schembechler died on the eve of the "Game of the Century?" (By the way, this is at least the 3rd game of the century already this century. There was Miami-Ohio St. in 2002 and USC-Texas last year. There may have been more.)

I was going to say something about my little yellow radio that rides in my mail truckwith me, but I guess that would be tacky now. Maybe later.