HBO's Flight of the Conchords is one of my favorite shows these days. It's about a couple of hipster musicians from New Zealand. The above scene is from the show where the guys drop acid after being pressured by their new fans.
I'm reading Wonder Boys by Michael Chabon and ran across this quote that I found inspiring.
Under his regime the springhouse was invisibly but strictly divided into three parts. There was the reading room---the two wing-backed armchairs and pair of lamps, an electric space heater, and a wall lined with bookshelves filled with his metallurgical and music theory texts. In the central portion of the springhouse he had his laboratory---a stationary tub and a pair of workbenches, one cluttered, one spotless, upon which he carried out his mechanical and chemical activities, from toaster repair to the development of a substance that could stick to Teflon coating. On the far side of the room there was an army cot piled with blankets and a refrigerator replete with cans of Iron City Light, one of which---no more or less---he took, medicinally, every afternoon at five. It was an enviable setup; Irv had rediscovered, as surprisingly few men do, that the secret to perfect male happiness is a well equipped clubhouse.Time to find the clubhouse.
We had a good Open Coffee meeting last Thursday, with eight folks in attendance. Ok, I guess the PM slot wins. We'll try it again next week, same bat time, same bat channel.
The photo above is the Flower Tea drink I had at the Open Coffee. I was feeling under the weather and this was supposed to help me feel better. It didn't seem to make a difference though.
