Merry Christmas!

I hope that all of you have had a wonderful Christmas. Our dinner has been postponed by a day due to a stomach ailment that has hit three of us. So far two of the afflicted seem over it and the third is on the way, so it looks like everything is on for tomorrow, which is good because for the first time in 24 hours roast goose is sounding really good.

The one advantage to being in sleep and rest mode is that I have been able to watch The Way Things Go, which Melanie gave me for Christmas. If you haven't seen this film, you should definitely check it out. I fell in love with it in 1988 when I saw it at the Berkeley Art Museum, and have seen it many times since. The DVD is good, but I would have liked more additional features (surely they could have found some Fischli and Weiss shorts to add to it, or an interview or something).

Penultimately, I want to thank my readers who have helped solve the chamomile Minnesota mystery. It seems it is a wild chamomile that I was smelling and that make me think of Minnesota whenever I smell chamomile.

And finally, please keep sending your artists who really reflect the place they worked in. I know the original entry is off the front page, so feel free to add recommendations to this entry's combox. I will be speaking of C.S. Price later because he certainly captured the feeling of the Northwest (and did a fine job of Northern California when he lived here).