I'm moving out of my mold-house a week from tomorrow. I always seem to move in October, for some reason. The first time my husband and I moved, I was obsessed with the Demon Days Gorillaz album, listening to it on endless repeat, and now it has become my moving music any time I have to uproot myself. (Which reminds me of "traveling music"—Betsy Johnson's delightful name for the mug full of champagne she takes with her whenever she travels by car.)

I'm sorry to have neglected you so, Clashtalk! Life has been overwhelming me lately, but it looks like the bad times are nearing their eagerly anticipated end.