Head of Femur

Last night we ventured out to Schubas Tavern to hear the band Head of Femur. It was a release party for their new album Great Plains (which sports a purple Chimney Rock majesty on the cover). I know a couple of the band members from Lincoln, Nebraska, Pius X High School to be exact, but that's not why I kept my square self out until 1:00 am to listen. They truly rock. I like to believe that I would have stumbled upon this band aside from the hometown draw. They are inventive and unusual yet give a 60s pop loving girl something to shake her shoes to. Personally, I think this Great Plains is their best yet. I liked hearing the whole album live at Schubas here in Chicago on a cold April night but it also took me home to Nebraska in some way. I imagine wanting that album playing in my car on a Friday night years ago as I drive with friends so far and long on "A" Street that we end up in a field of winter wheat. And when most people would flip around and drive home, we would stay right there, stick our heads out the windows and try to identify satellites roaming through the stars.
Yeah, Great Plains should have been playing. It would have been out of this world.

Raindrops on roses

Whiskers on kittens

Expression

I've heard before that dogs can actually show emotion through facial features/expressions. You know, smile. Give this dog a nice day, a sandy beach, and a tennis ball, and I believe in it. A radiant (dog) smile.

Fungi Fun Facts

I read this article about a guy who does mushroom research. I know, a.) I'm a geek and b.) there are better things to do than read about how someone read about mushrooms. But did you know that the "mycelial" network that produces mushrooms can, like, send messages from one end to the other? "How are things down there? Ten-four." "Good. Over." Wild.
Wilder: some good use of the scientific method in Japan found that you can train a slime mold to move through a maze to reach a feast of oats at the end. The first time the slime mold traveled through the maze it just grew every which way until it found the oats, but later, in the same maze, the darn little slime mold grew right to the oats. Science non-fiction kids, science non-fiction.

More Evidence

That spring really is trying to be here.

Oh and...

...someone I know has started a blog.

Bumps in the flight.

The flight back to Chicago was bumpy today. And who likes that, right? It reminds you that you are thousands of feet up in the sky inside of thousands of pounds of metal. It doesn't even seem possible, even this many years after walking on the moon. So add to the feet and the metal and the bumps, the fact that I think air travel is a media hoax, ;) and I do start to get a little nervous.
I saw this Bright Eyes music video once. And I thought of it today.