A roundup:

• 10 Dutch lavender
• 2 Provence lavender
• 4 common sage
• 9 sweet basil
• 2 Tuscan blue rosemary
• 2 creeping thyme
• 1 Greek oregano
• 2 lemon thyme
• 1 Confederate jasmine
• 1 yellow jessamine
  

Well…looks like everything's mostly back up to speed. For this I"m pleased; the implementation was pretty smooth.

I'm still going to try to hack together a page that looks something like this page for the users whose browsers hork on valid 4.0 code. I'm not going to spend a ton of time on it, though. But surely there's some sort of way.Saw Traffic tonight. That completes the list of all five Best Picture nominees. My picks, in order of preference:

1. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
2. Traffic
3. Gladiator [tie]
4. Chocolat [tie]
5. Erin Brockovich

Here is why you are my valentine.

Welcome to my rambling mind.

(I can already see Sean settling in for a good laugh with this entry. He apparently gets a kick out of my ramblings when I'm feverish, and I'm betting this one's gonna be a classic.)

I prefer to write my life along the lines of a soundtrack, using music both to express emotion and evoke past memories. Movie directors intrinsically know what I have just begun to understand: that a piece of music can both stand alone and evoke memories of previous listens. I've often joked that I could probably put together a soundtrack of my life, but it would have meaning to no one else but me.

• Live's "Lightning Crashes"—my freshman year of college.
• Arrested Development's "Tennessee"—in high school, watching a talented classmate paint.
• Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue"—my grandfather.
• Blues Traveler's "Run-Around"—watching the Razorbacks lose the NCAA men's basketball championship.
• Jonatha Brooke's "Full-Fledged Strangers"—getting in the car to make the seven-hour drive home from seeing Jeff.

I can tell now that I'm going to be completely and utterly worthless at work today. I'm bouncing, dammit.

Tally from last night…all that remains to be done: