For the past few days, Paul Simon's "The Obvious Child," has been my perfect song. It's in my head when I wake up in the morning and it's the last thing I hear before going to sleep. I find myself singing it ALL the live long day.

Of course last year's perfect song was J-Lo's "Jenny from the Block" (which I still stand behind, because you should never be fooled by the rocks that I got, I'm still, I'm still, Jenny from the block...) so I understand if you eschew this particular bandwagon. But wouldn't the world be a better place if everybody just had a little son and thought we'd called him Sonny?

A few days ago I had my one-year LASIK anniversary. (I think that's the diamond anniversary.) I can still see and my eyes haven't fallen out. So far so good.

Watched "Grizzly Man" on the Discovery channel the other night. Fascinating film. I tell you, I have been dwelling on it. I keep thinking about their final moments, the sound of their screams -- that you never hear except described. Very effective. It was an absolutely well-made film, and worth (mostly) the extra forty minutes of commercials Discovery injected into the mix. It reminded me of "House of Leaves," only completely different. So there you go.