Though I have long been (and am trying to remain as such) an R. Kelly non-fan, last night's Trapped in the Closet viewing might have changed me forever. It's a little bit addictive. No, it's, likkkee, super-addictive. I can't wait for the final installments. When will R. Kelly bless us with their presence? I must know!







Obama's (the presidential candidate whose features hold up best in high-resolution, I've decided) showing in Iowa on January 3rd provided for some fun caucus-watching in my house. Get ready for Barack-centric soundtrack including, but not limited to, Obama Over Baghdad, Barack the Casbah and Obama (sung to the universally galvanizing tune of Manilow's Mandy, naturally).

Lastly, our semester started blazingly early this past Thursday, and one class is comprised of what appears to be essentially a semester-long group project dealing with a number of planning-related issues along large chunks of 8 Mile. Members of last semester's stats group (creators of the finest academic power point presentation ever to boast both teeter-totter and milk-carton jpegs) already established the lofty but inspiring goal of implementing a tourist-friendly Obelisk Artisan's workshop at the site of an abandoned bumper-car racecourse. It's going to be awesome!