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Everything about this song is simply awesome. The hooks. The beat. Everything.

So, as I try to decide whether to go to yoga or make a martini and start playing Grand Theft Auto: Vice City, Joe Jackson is the devil on my shoulder.

(This song is featured on the Vice City soundtrack).

What do you know, Joe has a new record coming out in a few weeks.

My husband and I just took a cab home from the Lower East Side in light but chilly rain. We married each other (Quaker style) two years ago today at a restaurant in Philadelphia. Tonight, we treated ourselves to the tasting menu at WD-50. Trying to describe the sensory experience, I came up with this comparison:

Eating Wylie Dufresne's culinary concoctions is equal to seeing Ennio Morricone at Radio City Music Hall.

Sensory magnificence.

I was listening to my new CDs while cleaning the house, washing the dishes: Devendra Banhart's Smokey Rolls Down Thunder Canyon and Classic Mountain Songs From Smithsonian Folkways.

For a moment, I couldn't tell which was which.