yes I know it is not the first day of spring

But how lovely and aching and perfectly November is this song.

In other words, this little blog has been limping along. I quote Hoagland in my defense: Windy today and I feel less than brilliant,/driving over the hills from work. Another spring-related piece that I am co-opting for my autumn purposes.

When you are feeling grumbly and sad, it helps to read a book about growing up fucking poor in Georgia.

Tonight I'm driving over to Flint to make Liz my first official pin model. And to see a show she's managing. But really--the pins.