Rock Star Women Sing About Jesus

Lara, here's more for your present-wrapping soundtrack.

1.  Emmy Lou Harris and the stellar McGarrigle sisters. (Kate is, of course, Rufus Wainwright's late mom.)

2. Joan Jett, who needs no explanation.

Like Lara, I'm thinking a lot about this past year, and what I've learned from blogging about it nearly every day. One thing I immediately think of is the 2012 stands out in sharp relief from other years--I feel like I remember so much more about it and can gaze back on it as having dimension, an arc?
This sounds inane.  And it doesn't sound like much.  I must keep thinking.

Copying Lara (As Usual)

Tights seen at McNally Jackson on Friday

What I did this Satuday:

Biked to work

Worked

Biked home

Texted kid at sleepover (Did you make it out to Brooklyn?)

Rest of family still in pajamas

Made them dress for dinner.  Walked to Taqueria.  Taqueria was playing the first Rocky on their monitors--soundless.  I could not tear myself away, especially when Rocky and Adrian make out a little in Rocky's crummy apartment.

Found my copy of Diane Williams' This is About the Body, the Mind, the Soul, the World, Time, and Fate
(excited about this because I'm going to see DW--one of my grad school heroes in my 20s--on Monday)

Cleaned out the top shelf of a book shelf--sorted through zines and Playbills.  Found the Quarterly Wests Lara gave me four years ago from AWP.

Threw away a ton of papers while listening to Emmy Lou Harris on Prairie Home Companion.  Yes, I'm middle aged.