Well, it looks like I'm off to the cabin, up north in Backus. For the fourth. The unsullied holiday.

Last night I went to the Battle of the Bands, which was pretty good. I don't often attend concerts and I'd forgotten how much a band's success depends on image and stage presence and these other non-music-related 'things'. I'm not down on concerts, I just wonder at the odd relationship between showmanship and the show.

This concert was outside, in the football field. As I told Jenna, next year we all have to show up with blankets, picnic baskets, and authentic 17th-century attire. Afterwards, I went home and watched Crimson Tide with Matt and some of his friends.

Well, later.