Practiced twice so far with this year's incarnation of the Hoof & Mouth Sinfonia--the second was tonight. I'm not revealing any of the songs we're playing this year (okay: the one I'm singing is "How I Wrote 'Elastic Man'"), but I can tell you it's an even weirder mix than last year. Also, it feels really good to be playing bass again, and to be sightreading my way through songs I've barely even heard with the help of a couple of people who can really play.

It was getting very cold out when I stopped by my office, but there was a big bag of ridiculous clothes from Burning Man in there, including some thermal underwear, the top of which I'm now wearing under my God Is My Co-Pilot short-sleeved not-a-T-shirt-because-it-has-a-collar shirt, for that aspiring '93 Lower East Side punk rock junkie look. Stuck in my head is the stupidest ad that ever ran on suck.com: "I've Got Thermal Underwear"/"I Want VRML Fun, But Where?"

Reading and immensely enjoying Philip Pullman's The Golden Compass, which Liz Goodman told me some time ago I really needed to read, and which I'm only just now getting around to and will probably soon be actively pushing on people myself.