apparently, today is national pi day. and some math nerd decided to celebrate. he or she wrote "happy pi day!" and continued to write the number pi with large sidewalk chalk numbers, snaking around taylor's sidewalks, all the way to the 878th digit. that's dedication. and it brightened my day! it's these individual underground acts of joy that i appreciate. and it reminded me that that is why we celebrated big red's 200,000th mile, not to win the stupid film fest.

this morning at breakfast, pelz and i were having a good natured argument about my tastes in music. he was telling me i liked "girly rock," and the word girly offended me. this argument climaxed when he claimed that explosions in the sky was girly rock. i yelled (in the DC, during quiet breakfast time) "are you kidding me?!? explosions in the sky?!? girly rock?!?! the drummer hit through his snare head during the second song when i saw them! creed's drummer has never done that!" i had referenced creed several times during this discussion, and i was apparently upsetting someone, because right after i said this, a guy i've never seen before marched over to our table, looked me in the eye, and said firmly, "that's because creed buys quality drumheads!" and he marched off. i was stunned, first at his audacity, second at his intense passion for creed, extended to the burden of needing to defend them.

that story is dedicated to joe wallace.