Everything Has Changed.

Yesterday Keith and I drove to New York, where we are now and where we picked up our new puppy.  He’s a whippet, born April eighth. We’ve named him Fergus Henderson, after the chef at St. John in London, but we’re just calling him Fergus. (Whippets are English, the name Fergus is English…) Fergus Henderson is just too much of a mouthful, especially if you want to be smart and stick both Keith and my last names in there too.  That’s a lot to fit on an ID tag.

My dad won’t admit it, but he’s pretty enamored with Fergus. I don’t blame him, because this dog is pretty damn cute.  I’ll be posting a photo of him every day on a separate site called Fergus, At Your Service, though I’m sure I’ll be mentioning him on a fairly regular basis — we’ve now got a four-legged reason to stay in.  So get used to more writing about home-cooked meals rather than restaurant food.

You’ve been warned.

Everything Has Changed” by Lucinda Williams.

New York to Boston.

This is the four-disc soundtrack from Keith and my drive from New York this weekend. We’ve got a very persnickety CD player that only plays what it wants to play when it wants to play it, which limits our choices quite a bit. On the drive in, we listened to Lil Wayne‘s Tha Carter III, Spiritualized‘s Songs in A&E and Old Crow Medicine Show‘s Big Iron World.

In case you can’t read my handwriting, here’s the list in type — though I will say that, in my defense, it was a very bumpy drive.

World Without TearsLucinda Williams

Raising SandRobert Plant and Alison Krauss

At Mount ZoomerWolf Parade

Fleet FoxesFleet Foxes