Mayhem

I don’t know, you guys. This week AHRF and otherwise has just felt kind of …grey. The weather, sharply contrasting with last week’s serotonin-inducing sunshine, has been downright gloomy, and every day I’ve shivered through it thinking it should really be warmer than this by now. I thought it was just me, but I think the world in general hasn’t been much fun: when the biggest news story is that everybody is totally tired of following this news story (election, I am looking at you), don’t you feel …tired? And who is this person named Miley Cyrus who I think I am too old to understand? (That Hannah Montana is no iCarly!) But here are some things that I like and understand anyway, even when it’s grey:

• Brazilian Music: trust me, it’s awes.
• Continued existence of 30 Rock (I didn’t show an episode to the staff this week but I still love it.)
• Forgetting Sarah Marshall: It’s a non-ponderous break-up comedy with full-frontal male nakedness, literal and emotional. And, it’s hilarious. And, there’s a Dracula puppet rock opera. Vampires are a great metaphor for the human condition. I am totally going to see it again instead of Iron Man.
• Bacon cups.
• Next week’s weather.
• Brooklyn.
• Coming soon: the return of the HRF beach club.
• Happy Birthday Ruthie!

Kelly, Kurt, Nathalie and Alex: I haven’t forgotten about you. I cannot wait to honor you for your March Madness performances. But I will wait, a bit longer. Perhaps during May Mayhem? (I’ll be calling it May-hem.) (Surely April Apathy must give way to some kind of month craziness. June Jubilance is mere weeks away.)