Lots of news is good news

I'm buzzing with good news I've heard recently.

One of my favorite couples is planning to move to New York, and I can hardly wait to have close friends here in the city.
Another of my favorite couples is three months pregnant. Well, more accurately, she's pregnant, but I think the way we enlightened folks are supposed to talk about it is that they both are, although only one of them wants to vomit if she smells chicken.
A friend who's been hard on the job search accepted an offer for a fabulous new gig in a beautiful part of the country.

And my oh-so-talented hubby has a meeting set up on Wednesday with the illustrations editor at the New Yorker.

It feels like there's good luck dust floating all around our world right now. As Arwulf might say, it's a good day to be in your skin.

Music, man

Our Sunday morning ritual in Ann Arbor was to listen to Arwulf play classic jazz on WEMU. His show is the stuff that preceded big bands, not the jangly experimental stuff that you couldn't tap a toe to if your life depended on it.

Last weekend we were listening to Arwulf thanks to the magic of the World Wide Web, when he gave a shoutout to John's college roommate, Matthew, and his wife, Lisa, who were similarly listening online in Pittsburgh. The magic of technology made the world seem smaller and more interconnected.

To fill in the times when we can't have Arwulf around, have you noticed my Pandora radio stations over to the right? Pseudo-Wulf is like Arwulf's show but without his charming banter, while the other buttons get you to selections for different kinds of moods. Pandora is a fun little toy that helps find music that's like what you already like.

And Friday we went old school, going to see Doc Severinsen head up the New York Pops at Carnegie Hall. Hearing a big band play A Train in the heart of Midtown felt like a truly New York moment.