Eating: Ginger ale and saltines and that’s about it. I expect that to change over the weekend though. Look out Moody’s, here I come.

Making: Nada. Been shootin’ some film.

Reading: Dad’s and my March challenge book for the month “The Death of Virgil” by Hermann Brach, the first to really be a fucking challenge to read. Abstractly, it is beautiful and elegaic and almost like reading Virgil himself. But the act of reading it…is tough. Not always what I want on the El, my main reading time. Dad was struggling too…until he burst ahead, read the last 40 pages and called me to crow! Dang! Have taken a few breaks for some others, but now I’ve really got to buckle down. Month’s almost over!

Watching: Fresh TV. Ah. As welcome as Spring. Bones, I’ve missed you. Also obsessively watching both NEW and VERY OLD CSI. I know, right? Catching up on season and rewatching whatever season (2003?) is currently showing from about 4-7 on SPIKE TV. Watching it so much, DNA is all I can think about, everywhere I am, everything I touch, “whoops, just left a little DNA right there, hope no one gets murdered on this corner later…” Oh and season 1 Battlestar Galactica. Fuckin’ awesome. Helo is my fave. Season 2 better get here lickety split (if you think I didn’t leave the sickbed to go feverishly, deliriously hunting for it in the ‘hood the other night, you are way wrong).

Listening: Dang, I’ve been watching so much BSG and CSI, listenin’ has had a tough time staying in the game this week. I haven’t even listened to most of the CDs I bought in Japan, as someone just reminded me! That said, I’m loving the new album from Meg Hutchinson I bought at her show the other night. And by loving I mean ouch, my heart just broke into 100 pieces but play it again, would ya? Also loving two recent EPs by Joseph Arthur, one all distorty and dark and the other less dark but as melancholy as always (and love it so). Got a lot of new stuff waitin’ in the wings. More to say soon! Seriously!