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Anyone who complains about Arizona summers needs to wake up earlier. Though our afternoons can sap you of your will to live, our mornings, from sunrise to about 10 o'clock, are the absolutely most gorgeous things you can imagine. This morning, I got up at six and had my coffee and read the New York Times on my patio while listening to Little Steven's Underground Garage. A very good way to start the day. Not to get all hippie on you, but why would someone spend their Sunday morning in a church listening to some preacher tell them how 90% of the world is going to Hell, when they could just do what I did and bask in the true glory of God? Oh well, to each their own, but I feel sorry for those people who miss out on stuff like that.

Now I am off to Those Were the Days bookstore, one of the last bastions of quirkiness on the open-air mall we call Mill Avenue to find a book on model railroading for Father's Day and consult with the owners on where I can buy model railroading merchandise (they are scholars of odd hobbies and collections).

Recommendation: I just bought the new Criterion Collection DVD ofDazed and Confused and everyone should do the same, even if you own one of the other (far inferior) DVD versions. It finally gives one of the best films of the 90's the proper respect it deserves. And with that, I will leave you with the final thought for the day:

"You just gotta keep on livin, man. L - I - V - I - N."
-David Wooderson
late 20th-century sage and philosopher