Building Steam From a Grain of Salt (Again)

Many things start from swimming in monochromatic filth: wars, airplane trips, a first sip of wine on a day of ambiguous weather, making a blog at two o'clock in the afternoon while wearing a sarong and still sipping your first cup of coffee.

Innocently running around the blogosphere listening to mp3's, the tracks were screaming (oh great, something else that yells) at my nine hour musical deficit initatiated from sleep:
"Here kitty, kitty, kitty (cat)...look what I have inside this box!"

And so I decided (while marveling at the wonder of it all): if the bandwagon's red, I'll join in. Sure enough, it was a rich rouge (made in Indonesia), and that's a good enough reason to start one of these time-sucking, music mongering, emotionally persuasive, two-dimensional blocks of space. Mmmm.

Actually it was my roomate Jordan's idea.

-Tara