There was a Democratic debate on last night but I was too busy catching up on my America's Next Top Models episodes and missed out on a chance to a) become better informed and b) see if Howard Dean really has lost it. If you want to hear a collection of remixes of the now-infamous Howard Dean scream then visit the Dean Goes Nuts site (via The Usual Suspects).

Anyway, as a result of my pop culture gorging last night I can now not get the word 'coochie' out of my head.
Damn.

Tonight is a Baby Grand show at the Blue Lamp - if you're in the area, please come down. Cory's sick with a cold and could use some moral support. The Miles and Safari are also on the bill. I think it's $5 and starts at 9 p.m. ANNNDDD if you are the first person to mention this post to me you will a) make me very happy because it means somebody is reading and b)I will buy you a drink.

OK, done with my shilling duties.

We were hoping to go to the SF Moma tomorrow to finally see the Diane Arbus exhibit (Question - is it pronounced DEE-ann or DYE-ann - the NY Times says the former and everyone else says the latter) - but with Cory not feeling well that might not happen this weekend.

Maybe next weekend. I hope so because it closes on Feb. 8 and I need some culture to act as buffer between all my reality TV marathons. Between that and the recent six-week break from school I swear I can feel my brain starting to turn to mush. No wonder it hurt so much to even pick up my Gertrude Stein book last night.