[Subject line from "One Man Shall Mow My Meadow," a song I learned in grade school.]

Headline on the front page of today's Wall Street Journal: Silencing the Lambs: Scientists Target Sheep Belching to Cut Methane.

Seriously. And it's not April 1. It's moments like these when I understand why my spec-poetry muse is currently cowering under the spinet.

(It's still crowded on the cushions, though, and one particular project keeps percolating up while I'm driving around. Which sort of messed up my shopping Tuesday night, because I sat in the parking lot scribbling notes for a half-hour ... only to discover, when I finally emerged from the car, that the store had closed a few minutes earlier (it's normally 24-hour, but they were doing something with the floors). Erk!)

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Via Nashvillest: Playground Project Nashville

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I still have Catie Curtis's People Look Around in heavy rotation. There's another clip of it on YouTube that's not as polished as the Nashville show, but stronger on the sound.