live.

elbow room
last night, i watched a ten (!) year-old drummer rock the world of grown women, to the tune of GNR's sweet child o'mine. he was the cutest thing--wide-eyed as he took cues from the guitarists, he could barely reach (but he could definitely hit) one of the cymbals. when he got off the stage, he was immediately hugged and congratulated by his fellow under-five-feet friends (entourage, anyone?).

i think he now has band-aids 2-3 decades older than him.

animal planet
this morning on TV, i watched two men kayak next to killer whales in open water. must. do. that. before i kick the bucket.

according to the narrator, even if they're the most kickass predators in the oceans (wolves of the sea...that's the coolest way they've ever been called. alpine path friends, that never fails to give me the flash), there hasn't been a single reported incident of orca attacks on humans.

i guess they'd rather toss seals around.