Taken in a tent, in Joshua Tree National Park, by Lauren M. Whaley and her broken light meter.

That's a headline. Or it will be someday. Apparently.

A few weeks ago, Lauren submitted a story to Patch.com. It's an adaptation of a radio/photo profile she produced last winter on an 85 year old amateur woodworker. In her correspondence with Patch, Lauren called the story Ed's Workshop.

On Friday, she got this email:

The links don't work. She hasn't been paid yet. But you gotta love a title with (probably) accidental Pauly Shore connotations.

Gotta love it when you accidentally play a song you didn't know you had and it stops you. And you listen. And then you play it again. And again. And again.

And the next thing you know you're on the internets learning that Jónsi, the lead singer of Sigur Rós, is vegetarian, Icelandic, gay, and plays his guitar with a cello bow.

Go Do is track 1 on Go.

Apparently Ben Folds writes rock operas by accident.

According to one new friend, anyway.

I believe her.

And I think lots of you already know this, but I have moved to LA. Some destinies call from the west.

Bumble bees want to be nice. And they are. They won’t sting you if you just look at them. The only times they sting you are when you try to grab them. Or, when you step on them. Or, when you put them in your mouth. So, don’t catch them or walk on them. Or try to eat them. ‘Cause you’ll be stinged. They like when people look at them. And they like looking at us.

Or so says a three year old.

An accidental metaphor? For everything?

Thank you, Lauren, for listening carefully and taking notes.

Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah...so they roast goats in the foyer.

End of conversation.

I started following @karlrove on Twitter the other day, and, ever since, a steady stream of conservative tweeters have been following me (conservative to the point of mentioning the word conservative in their tweet-size Twitter profiles).

Is that weird?  Cause for concern?  Cause for celebration?  Opportunity to make online friends with a totally new demographic?  Hmmm...

Giuls asks:

How can you say the future is at your command?

I answer:

You can't. You just do the best you can.

She answers:

Piece of cake: You can't - It's not.

She gets points for the reference back to the music.  I get points for rhyming, even though it was an accident.