failure to launch

Ugh. I'm still dealing with the nasty lingering remnants of a cold (or the flu? I dunno...) that started just about 2 weeks ago. This week was pretty uneventful. I didn't set up at the Garage in Chelsea this Saturday. That's what my empty spot looks like when I'm not there. Thanks to my pal Janet West for the photo! I'll be back next Saturday, so come see me upstairs in space 102!

I was looking forward all week to seeing the Levon Helm Band in Philadelphia on Friday, but alas that plan fell apart when my mates began calling in with unforseen family obligations and illnesses. The only upside to an otherwise bland week was getting to do a little extra shopping in the outer regions of my loop I would normally skip. I managed to find a pair of giant Pyrex lab jars that are really cool.

Soundtrack to the week: the New York Dolls - New York Dolls.

new location!

Ok, so I've decided to move "that's poppycock!" here. Hopefully I'll update it often with the most banal details of my life so you'll never have to wonder about what I'm doing. Look for that along with photos of new merch and art.

Anyway, to those of you that don't know already, my beautiful wife Karen gave birth to our daughter Zoe Claire Linder Miller back in November 2007. That's Zoe up there checking out her left fist. She's really good at that and projectile spit-ups on her mom after midnight. It's hard to describe how much I love her. I've been sick for the last week so I have not been able to hold her much lately - I don't like it.

I am totally amused that the New England Patriots fucked themselves in the Super Bowl. As an Eagles fan I hate the New York Giants, but god bless 'em, they put that smug Bill Belichick in a miserable position - and to that, I salute you.