Not 'blogging, not me anyways - not sure what happened, but I haven't written in over a week. It was relief to read my bro's post that 'blogging is sooo over, in which he quotes Hemingway, pointing out that 'blogging, like letter-writing for Hemingway, is a great way to feel like you're doing creative work, without really doing any. The problem for me is that I feel just as guilty about not-'blogging as I do about not-working.

In the last week, (or two, but who's counting) I've done a lot of cooking that I neither photographed nor wrote about. I cooked a big dinner Saturday night, and all I have to show for it are some pictures of the blueberry pie that boiled over all over the oven. I sweated it out Friday a.m. making 3 pies: peach-raspberry, blueberry tart, and regular blueberry. Turns out I was vindicated by the number of people who showed up - two pies would not have been enough - but they were not my best pies, and now they are depressingly melting in the 86-degree heat. Although the oven is clean - in a fit of more kitchen foolishness, I ran the self-cleaner in the 86-degree heat.

And in a sort of coda to the above, the cat knocked the last of the blueberry tart off the counter at about 9:00 last night, saving it from the depressing melting fate of the other pies.

While I'm not writing about food and cooking, I could be writing as amateur music/social critic - we went to see the Foo Fighters play Friday night as part of Harley-Davidson fest in Milwaukee, ample fodder for all manner of observation and commentary.

Actually, I do have one observation to share from the Foo Fighters experience - the show was in War Memorial Park in Milwaukee, on the lakefront, so we had to walk a good ways through the park to get back uptown to where we had parked the car, and I have never seen so many guys taking advantage of the slightly rural setting to piss in the bushes as I saw there. Mark told me it's a beer town tradition, since the old baseball stadium never had enough bathrooms, all the guys pissed on the way out.

Hmm, and quick Google search reveals that plenty of other bloggers are doing the Harley-Davidson fest social commentary, so I guess I might as well stop feeling guilty about that one.