The City Pulse has a feature on the Ingham county judicial races this week.

I'm sure next week they'll have more local election coverage.

I'm always disappointed when I see the word "Puritan" tossed around as shorthand for a bunch of generic, boring, stupid, judgmental killjoys. Because to me, they are very specific, fascinating, sometimes brilliant, judgmental killjoys....

If that piques your curiosity about the Puritans, I recommend Sarah Vowell's The Wordy Shipmates. (quote above, p.22) If you're a public radio geek like me, you've heard her on This American Life.

( more from the book: American stupidity from the witch trials to the present day )

So, I've got a migraine, but it's cloudy out (sun + migraine = doubleplusungood), so I figure I'll go to a party.

I'm late, of course, and there are few cars outside of Mel's house, so I completely missed it, or it's been cancelled, or moved. I knock, and Jerry informs me the shower has been moved to Jason's Beaners.

I've never actually been to Jason's Beaners, so I ask Jerry where it is, but as he's telling me, I remember I've seen it, I see it in my mind's eye, so I'm like "yeah yeah yeah" to Jerry, and I leave.

So I'm driving again, and I realize I can see this Beaners in my mind's eye, but I don't know what street it's on, and I should have listened to Jerry. I'm trying to reconcile this visual memory with what I can remember of what Jerry told me, and it's not matching up, and the sun is starting to break through the clouds and I'm starting to feel really, really ill. And I find myself heading out of downtown back to 496.

Sorry I missed it. Hope y'all had a good time. Hugs to SarahKate & Robbie.