I have in internal clock that tells me it’s spring time because I find myself randomly checking out artist pages and ticketbastard to see who’s on tour. It doesn’t matter that I’m nowhere near any tour stops, the brain just wants to know what I’m missing.
Almost-summer also means I have to find out what’s playing for Shakespeare In The Park at NYC. I’m not uber crazy about the Bard, to be honest with you, but like Starbucks and Catholicism, it’s a piece of culture that is widespread and so infused into popular consciousness that there’s that whole element of comfort in familiarity.
I’m off to find more things I could do but can’t. It’s such an awesome way to burn the hours.