Another picture from the Bingham Canyon Mine--see the full-size school bus? Now look at the dump truck it's coming up to. One of the many fun facts I learned is that a former waste product, molybdenum, now sometimes exceeds the value of the copper the mine is known for. That reminds me of a story from a book about the Mormons Harriet lent me. The Mormons only wanted to mine "useful" materials, coal, iron, and lead. They gave up one lead mine in Nevada because the ore was too impure, although they fashioned bullets from it. Which they hopefully used to kill local werewolves, because when someone else took over they found one major impurity, silver, turned the economy of the mine around.

I've been listening to the beautiful Nancy LaMott, "Live from Tavern on the Green" CD. You can hear a little plate-clinking, but it's really a clear recording. I can't forget that she died of cancer (so she must have known she was a goner) two months later, which frosts every song with a layer of sadness. Nevertheless, she sends me a little encouragement, "Asking for things you're needing/You never can go wrong/If you have faith that things are happening as they should/And just believe each step you take is leading you to something good/Help is on the way/From places you don't know about today . . ."

Lincoln Center and I continue our year of Prokofiev this Saturday when I'm seeing the New York City Ballet.

My new favorite TV show, "You're Cut Off!". Is there a point below which I will not go? Apparently not.