deeper and deeper into damage

Today started out too early with dog-barking-to-be-let-in at 5am. Gray rainy and heading out the door at 7am only to be detoured by a doggy deposit on the kitchen floor. I figured either the day had to improve from there or it was an ill omen. It's "ill omen" by TKO here at the end of the day. Work was just a big headache. Upside: most of the dominos I set up before going away fell at the right time so no major crises. Downside: everyone, me included, missed one major step in the process of managing orders, making this afternoon a slow trip thru the meatgrinder. Backwards.
At least I got to hit a coupla hours of radio this evening, subbing for Santa Salsera. Started with mambo, dropped a bunch of salsa, then no doubt drove all the regulars away with an hour+ of Marc Ribot, Mala Rodriguez, Control Machete, Manu Chao, Ozomatli, etc. But I had fun. Jason was hangin' out before his show at 8. Altho generally exuding a completely justified bad mood, he did provide a good storage tip for the truffles Sarah and I bought in Asheville. (More details on those to follow.)
It's media overload night again. Following the debate via liveblogging (CNN and Wonkette -- alas, Salon's server doesn't seem to be up to whatever load it's trying to handle... hmm, that's interesting -- Salon just took down the link on their front page to the liveblogging; guess something wasn't working), and the playoffs (Yankees, aka Evil Empire One, still ahead of Sox, aka Evil Empire Wannabe). iTunes on random (it's Neubauten just at the moment). And an okay glass of wine. I'm trying to figure out what I like and don't like in wine, hopefully without having to start thinking about why something tastes like mahogany and black raspberry. So far: Europe's got it all over California. Red over white. Cotes du Rhone: yes. Shiraz: maybe.

Oh yeah... Gogol Bordello tomorrow night at the Cradle. Woohoo!