I subscribe to a newsletter called TrendCentral, and one of last week’s newsletters contained the following blurb:

“Musical Roads: In Japan, the Hokkaido Industrial Research Institute has embedded grooves into sections of roads, which boom a tune up through cars. They�re in the process of planning different melodies for different locations, picking songs that are somehow associated with the locale.”

In a related program, the tollbooth operators are passing out complimentary pieces of chewing tinfoil and bamboo slivers just big enough to fit under drivers’ toenails.

Jen just posted another song for Arlo from Uncle Liam. We heart Uncle Liam!

This man on the corner stands with his feet apart, hands on hips, his chin tilted up. He is waiting for the light to change. He is waiting to defend justice.

Last week, my niece tested for her blue belt in Tai Kwan Do. I’m pretty sure it’s the only time I will ever hear an adult prompt a child by saying:

“William! Mindy is confused because you are not kicking her in the head.”

When each of the children was asked why he or she wanted to get a black belt, one of the ten year olds responded, “So I can get into a good college, Sir!”

Bryan: What are you guys talking about?

Rachel: Ryan Cabrera

Bryan: Who’s that?

Me: Ashlee Simpson’s boyfriend.

Bryan: I’m already forgetting that.

Me: RYAN CABRERA!

Rachel: Ryan Cabrera.

Me: Ryyyaaaan Cabrera.

Bryan: Shit.