ahhh... a week of just work, without school. So much for Spring Break on the beach in Florida. Although next weekend is the WMC and there's a m-nus vs drumcode night that tempts me to drive 18 hours and be a dissolute party animal. It's never about the actual conference, it's the parties. I did it a few years ago, with Peaches and wound up doing most of the driving. It's tempting... I'll save it for DEMF in Detroit. My brethren up at Paxahau have been able to actually plan this one out for a year and my bet is that it will be as good as it can possibly be.

So Louisville is gearing up for Thunder and the Derby, Detroit is gearing up for the festival, and Meme Tech for the summer tshirt season and I've got six weeks of classes and then I finally have that little piece of paper. Today is St Paddy's day and I live on Irish Hill, so there should be madness about. My new spot is further removed from the madness, so it should be a dull background din instead of right up in my grill 100% of the time until the bars close. I can't even begin to describe the mental effect of not getting a good night's sleep for 3 years. It's like a mild case of PTSD. I feel like I've been reformatted, upgraded, and rebooted.

Local recommendation: the Nachbar in Germantown. It's so new Google doesn't even find it. But check it out.

Anyway, don't have anything profound to say. Usually don't. But the new incarnation of Untranslatable is on the way, and we should be handing out schwag at DEMF.