I got two CDs that I'd ordered via Amazon today: Tatu's 200 KM/H in the Wrong Lane and the Eurythmics' 1984. Tatu, as I expected, is basically disposable if pleasant dance-pop; I've already gotten the mp3s for 1984, but as a big Eurythmics fan I'm happy to have CD-quality tracks.
As I write, I'm eating dried dulse (picked at Grand Manan) which I bought, along with sundry other stuff, as The Root Cellar downtown on my lunch break. I like the dulse, actually--salty, but oddly nice. There was a naturopathic doctor there who made further recommendations (check to see if my thyroid is working so I can lose more wait and use if all else fails a metabolic accelerant; get full-spectrum bulbs to give me enough UV; et cetera). That was fun to do on my lunch hour.
As I write, I'm eating dried dulse (picked at Grand Manan) which I bought, along with sundry other stuff, as The Root Cellar downtown on my lunch break. I like the dulse, actually--salty, but oddly nice. There was a naturopathic doctor there who made further recommendations (check to see if my thyroid is working so I can lose more wait and use if all else fails a metabolic accelerant; get full-spectrum bulbs to give me enough UV; et cetera). That was fun to do on my lunch hour.