fancy drinks keep finals panic at bay

[in the voice of buster]: hey, readers.

i'm "thinking" about my two final papers, during this most lovely of memorial day weekends. jd and I have been sipping on some orange blossom cocktails, which are really quite delicious. I'm pondering hannah arendt and the problem of bureaucracy, and laughing at about a dozen kids across the street, who are invariably in costume. today, I recognize a sponge bob square pants, and they've hauled out a giant hose while their parents yell at them: PARKER!!! GET OVER HERE AND EAT YOUR FOOD!!! (the kid is obviously oblivious to the yelling at the ripe old age of 4, or whatever he is. others get clothes-lined by the hose and look around to see if it's worth crying about, and the birds are all harassing oliver, who also seems pretty oblivious.

Do you remember how your parents and teachers told you to use your "inside voice" when you were inside (presumably you could actually use your "outdoor voice" when out-of-doors?) Well, these kids are definitely using their outdoor voices, and while it's touching to see the very opposite phenomena of "bowling alone" syndrome brewing out here in the suburbs, I'm frankly surprised that no anonymous donor has dropped a Nintendo wii in their driveway.