Category Archives: Diversions

The stuff that didn’t fit elsewhere.

Music, On the Road

South Dakota mix

South Dakota is much prettier than I’d expected it to be. I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting, but it wasn’t the nice rolling hills and bucolic farms we found there.

It was pleasant driving today, and the iPod was apparently picking up on that. It was pretty mellow from the time we plugged it in — a little ways into South Dakota — until we crossed into North Dakota.

iPod’s South Dakota mix

  • Summertime Killer Luis Bucalov
  • Pass in Time Beth Orton
  • Green Grow the Rushes REM
  • I Saw the Light Todd Rundgren
  • Coldsweat The Sugarcubes
  • Cemetery Party Air
  • Yellow and Rose James Taylor
  • Friend Golden Smog
  • Under Control The Strokes
  • Distant Land Mad Lib
  • Auctioneer REM
  • Surfin’ USA The Beach Boys
  • Catch the Sun The Doves
  • Kate Ben Folds Five
  • Take My Word Uncle Tupelo
  • Angel Band The Stanley Brothers
  • Satan, Your Kingdom Must Come Down Uncle Tupelo
  • Nicotine and Gravy Beck
  • Bouncin’ Round the Room Phish (as we passed over the Continental Divide!)
  • Everloving Moby
  • Retrieval of You The Minus 5
  • At Least That’s What You Said Wilco
  • Vertigo U2
  • The Girl from Ipanema A. Gilberto
    • Photos

    Up north

    We’re somewhere outside Grand Forks, ND, at the nicest rest stop in the world. It’s a lovely day, and there’s wireless internet access. God bless the USA.

    Screen time

    Caruso

    David Caruso is an “actor” in only the Affleckian sense: He gets paid to appear on screen. And yet, I sort of like Horatio Caine. Maybe it’s the pale one’s foolishly bold absence of sunscreen. Or perhaps it’s his pointed enunciation-and-glasses-on way of ending every scene. Or maybe it’s that his cat’s name is Bosco.

    Now, Bosco. You know what you did was wrong. What you did was improper. It was inconsiderate. But you didn’t think about that, did you? You thought you could get away with it. But you forgot the most important thing. You forgot that the only thing that matters is evidence. …
    From Brian Graham’s “David Caruso scolds his cat about its lackadaisical litter-box use” at McSweeney’s.