Content, fat content

Friendship is a strange thing. It can mean you're walking to the grocery store after midnight, seeking an expensive butter called Plugrá because it happened to come up while you were on the phone—because you think, somehow, eating Plugrá will make you feel closer to someone you miss, to the person on the far end of the phone who was babbling about expensive butters and trying to find the name on Google for fifteen minutes so you'd believe her. And friendship can make you smile all the way there (Flaming Lips and Dylan blaring on your iPod), smile while ransacking the dairy aisle and the organic dairy case and, finally, the fancy cheese island in the produce section, smile on the way back because she said she wanted to stay up just to get your reaction. You're smiling because it's butter, and why are you joining the late-night damned in the aisles of Price Chopper? To prove your wuv? But there it is.

And it does taste better, more like butter than butter, spread cold and unmelted on cheap French bread (as instructed). Friendship does that.

In the back yard dancing

I've liked OKGo ever since I saw them open for TMBG at the Michigan Theater in Ann Arbor. This video proves I was right.