\Song of the Day\ Air Dubai - Restless Youth
I feel like this is Black Eyed Peas if Black Eyed Peas was (were?) good.
\Song of the Day\ Sleater-Kinney — One Beat
I probably don’t listen to Sleater-Kinney enough.
Allow me to present a letter sent by the city building inspector to my greedy, irresponsible landlords, re: repairs that they have refused to make, which need to be made in order to bring the unit into compliance with city code (emphases my own).
This letter is to inform you that an inspection of this property was performed on 02/29/12 the purpose of which was to verify compliance with the Structure and Premises Condition Code of the City of Fort Collins, (Rental Housing Code, 2006 International Property Maintenance Code (IPMC) as adopted by the City.
The inspection determined items that are not in compliance with the Rental Housing Code that need to be corrected:
The above mentioned items are considered general maintenance and shall be repaired within 30 days of the date of this letter. Please notify me within 30 days to verify that the above items have been corrected.
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GREEDY, IRRESPONSIBLE LANDLORDS: 0; ANNIE: OVER 9000
…and it was goddamn delicious, but I gotta admit: the color of it, especially after marinating overnight, made me feel more than a little uncomfortable about putting it in my body.
Like so:

It reminded me of this article on our natural aversion to strangely-colored foods, which apparently developed as a means of self-preservation in the times before refrigeration, when fuchsia food was likely to be super-moldy.
But of course I ate it anyway. Even evolution doesn’t stand in the way of my love for beets.
Space Mysteries by Vance Kirkland. David and I visited the Kirkland Museum in Denver yesterday, which is a meandering, cluttered collection of Kirkland’s paintings, as well as a lot of other contemporary fine and decorative art, including an impressive amount of mid-century modern chairs, housed in his historic studio space. Pretty awesome. Speaking of awesome, it should be noted that, toward the end of his career, dude painted by hanging in straps from his ceiling.