after quite an absence, i'm back. and i've changed in some important ways.
no, i have not given up diet coke, found a spot more perfect than lake powell, or stopped wishing i wasn't so white. but i have, by and large, stopped listening to music...
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... i am not even kidding.
and i'm not quite sure what to think about it.
i must admit that my music-aficionado-of-a-husband does keep me up to date on plenty good tunes in the vein of weezer, modest mouse, sufjan, johnny marr, jenny lewis, banks, etc. but of my old friends ursher, aloe blacc, t-swift, c. breezy, nicki minaj, or even j. biebs, i know nothing. not one jam. because when i'm driving alone in my car, i'm listening to stories. and i'm not quite sure what to say about that.
