the far corner

I’m going to the Arkansas backwoods to go catfish noodling.  And I’m bringing a unicycle.

That quote by my lovely better half as I was driving her up to the Amtrak station to depart upon the Empire Builder toward parts unknown.  She was trying to capture the strangeness and dreamlike nature of her not-quite-Quixotic journey to conquer the barren, lifeless tundra of north-central North Dakota, and I think she succeeded beautifully.  Later, she even sent me a pic:

On my drive back home, I heard a great song and downloaded it as soon as I got home, as well as this one that followed shortly on its heels.  So I’ll be checking out some more music by these guys.

I finished up the night watching Paranormal Activity (Blair Witch in a house) with a pair of snugly doodles and playing back the Olympic half-pipe finals on ye olde DVR.  I don’t know why they thought it would be a good idea to mike Shaun White’s coach so thoroughly after the former’s victory – that guy was cussing worse than I do when Violet drops her bone on my foot.  (You know, when it’s early and cold.  It’s a heavy bone.  And I like to swear.)  JB out!