Puffing Up My Soufflé

I wish I could breathe clearly. I'm sitting here in my office with Jillian, trying not to silence my nose. But the claustrophobia that accompanies my congestion is making me fall short of my goal. Sometimes I just have to clear an airway or I'll slip into a panic from which I will struggle to extricate myself. I hope that the little red pill I just took -- though cloaked in a hybrid blue lozenge -- will give me relief that I'm not getting any other way. Three cheers for over-the-counter speed!

PR + ["Yes" in Kurosawa film] + Boots Riley

Jessica Hopper, who does publicity for many bands in addition to writing for Punk Planet and other venues -- shout out to slanderous, who does the same and makes my LJ day at least once a week -- just wrote me about the Kill Rock Stars band Nedelle, playing Plush tomorrow night. And she managed a sterling haiku in the process:

Nedelle
Honey-voiced
dorm room bossanova
good stuff live

I'm speechless with admiration.