Maybe because nobody knows it's here. Except Michael. So I sent him a link to it, and he said,"It's old. You don't update it often enough."His other comment was "And you don't mention me at all in it."It's a fair criticism, which I respond to here.

Maybe because nobody knows it's here. Except Michael. So I sent him a link to it, and he said,"It's old. You don't update it often enough."His other comment was "And you don't mention me at all in it."It's a fair criticism, which I respond to here.

I went to the Starry Plough on Thursday night for the first time in years...the last time I was there was either to see Jonathan Richman (!) or to attempt Irish dancing with Charlie and Monica (a traumatic event...kids, don't try Irish dancing at home, or anywhere else!). Anyway, this singer named Amy Rigby was playing there. She is a country-influenced singer/songwriter who mostly sings songs about unhappy love affairs, but with so much wit and humor (in addition to the pathos) that the result is some of the best music I've heard in a while. It was great to see her in an intimate club setting as well (she got there about two hours early and hung around drinking wine and chatting with friends...we also got to see her microphone check.) She should be famous. Catch her while she still isn't!
Dave's Coffee Shop has closed. I used to go there in college with my friend Charlie, at 3 in the morning. I remember all the waitresses had beehives (OK maybe not all, but it seemed that way. One was her name Bev? enjoyed watching the gruesome horror movies that were always on TV at that hour, and she laughed at me when I was too queasy to stick around. They had good french fries, too.
It's what I've been waiting for all my life; I just never realized it. A Toilet Museum! In India, yet. Here's the first two paragraphs..."UNLIKE body functions like dance, drama and songs, defecation is considered very lowly. As a result very few scholars documented precisely the toilet habits of our predecessors. The Nobel Prize winner for Medicine (1913) Charles Richet attributes this silence to the disgust that arises from noxiousness and lack of usefulness of human waste. Others point out that as sex organs are the same or nearer to the organs of defecation, those who dared to write on toilet habits were dubbed either as erotic or as vulgar and, thus, despised in academic and social circles. It was true for example of Urdu poets in India, English poets in Britain and French poets in France. However, as the need to defecate is irrepressible, so were some writers who despite social as well as academic stigma wrote on the subject and gave us at least an idea in regard to toilet habits of human beings. Based on this rudimentary information, one can say that development in civilisation and sanitation have been co-terminus. The more developed was the society, the more sanitised it became and vice versa. "Toilet is part of history of human hygiene which is a critical chapter in the history of human civilisation and which cannot be isolated to be accorded unimportant position in history. Toilet is a critical link between order and disorder and between good and bad environment."