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I've been a fan of horse racing for pretty much my entire life. It's a great sport, featuring beautiful, amazing athletes that love what they do and never hold out for a better contract.

I was on a long car trip with my family. We saw a highway sign advertising a tourist attraction called "Supernatural Kids." Intrigued to see kids levitating old phone books or conversing with the dead, we got off of the interstate and drove some distance into the country.

As you might know, on most nights that my dogs get a walk, it happens around 9:00 PM. It's an odd hour to hoof it through one's neighborhood, since most people are in, but most haven't yet gotten to bed. I get little half-second glimpses of their lives, through lit windows that show a snippit of interior to me while hiding my walk from them behind a dark reflection.

A few years ago, I created a Pandora station, mixing Washington DC go go artists with New Orleans funk bands -- close musical cousins to be sure. The first name I typed in to start the station was Chuck Brown.

Yeah, I missed our music edition last week. Busy morning, Friday. (But of course, you know these are written and post dated earlier in the week.) First of all, here's Florence and the Machine, as promised, along with some thoughts on tv and a different really cool tune.

In the past month, we've been to the French Quarter Festival, the Baton Rouge Blues Festival/Earth Day (briefly), Lafayette's Festival International, and in the only paying appearance, the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival. Have some questions about who to see live? Theskinnyonbenny family can give you a couple of clues.

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Friday, the heavily trafficked parts of our floors got a good, industrial type of cleaning. And despite the fact that the cleaning was timed just before two days where rain soaked the pecan tree pollen outside the back door (along with the two dogs laying in the wet pollen), they still look very nice.

Twenty-five years ago this week, U2's Joshua Tree album hit #1 on the US charts. To celebrate, I listened to the album from the first low rumbling of "Where the Streets Have No Name" to the kind of weird, Beatle-esque ending of "Mothers of the Disappeared" straight through, for the 1367th time. There aren't many albums that are in my regular rotation after so many years, but I've never gotten tired of The Joshua Tree

What happens if you take crisp linen sheets, throw it out in a hailstorm, whack it with sticks made of rhino poo, and sprinkle that with awesomeness powder?

I just can't seem to bring myself to watch this week's episode of The Killing. I haven't decided to make the step of "firing" it (which is when I delete the TIVO subscription for it to auto-record), but it's definitely on paid leave.