our mothers, our radio stations

i am ridiculously in love with public radio (minus most of the classical and half of the jazz). seriously. saturdays? made for kcbx (except from 11 to 1 -- freedom jazz -- which is a good time to do other things). i get a weekly email update from kcbx... i need to bring a radio into work so i can listen to new dimensions, alternative radio, humankind (my friend stacia says "humankind: be both." i love that), the infinite mind, this american life, and anything that features garrison keillor (writer's almanac and phc).

and of course, morning becomes eclectic (streaming goodness) (they are playing badly drawn boy right now; it's been a good morning for music as kotr played biko as i drove to work).

this week's weekly mailer included a chance to win two tickets to the twyla tharp dance performance on the 19th. i almost bought two tickets last night (fourth row center, my favorite seats in the house), but they were $80 and i hesitated. if i don't win these though, i'll have to kick down. i can't miss this performance.

and speaking of january 19th, it's the busiest day of the month already: shane's birthday, rosemary's birthday, meeting with patrick, twyla tharp, rehearsal, and the Waybacks at the Cambria Hoot. damn.