What in samhill's a telervidgin?

It seems in our quest to inhabit a pioneerish ethic we've accidentally become Puritans.

We got rid of our cable this past week—which means, until we can figure out the HD antenna we have, no TV except on the computer—and after just a few days I've been highly sensitized toward vulgarity. For instance, last night when I was perusing The Piano Handbook's table of contents, I came across some rather suggestive language. Unit 16 was particularly offensive, covering things like "contrapuntal playing" and "hand independence." What?

Did you know that the British have different names for quarter and eighth notes? They do. Crotchets and quavers. Umm....gross. And I haven't even mentioned the dotted crotchet, which sounds like something that should definitely be avoided.

Oh, apropos of nothing, I've given up meat for Lent again. So tonight's dinner was a soy burger and some veggies, which I found myself referring to as "a fine supper of beans and corn." I'll chalk that one up to a combo of Deadwood watching and simple living.

Elsewhere, I urge you to read about our latest hare-brained undertaking: carpentry. Click here to enjoy.