FTILFF numero cincuenta y cinco, yes ma’am. Oh, I’m sorry. Did I impress you with my Español? I thought I might. I’m quite the linguista—that’s ‘liniguist’ in Italian, you know. Let us not allow my babelfishing to make your heart pitter-patter too much. We wouldn’t want to have to call in a cardiopulmonolo…wait? Seriously? Cardiopulmmonologist doesn’t translate? What the hell!? Curse you BabelFish!

1. Reggie Watts, Out of Control - This has been sitting in my del.icio.us account all week. I found it on Monday and it makes me smile every time. Part beatboxing, part soul-funk, part hiphop. Dude uses a simple four-track to loop his own voice to create a song that is entirely catchy. Think St. Germain meets Rahzel.
2. Days that you wake up in a good mood for no apparent reason - I would say, on average, I am granted maybe 6 of these per year. Immediately upon waking I realize that I am already rather happy—or at least not sad—and have a non-crushed sense of hope about the day. In all seriousness, there are few more precious gifts out there for me.
3. The Hasselblad - The world’s first 48mm digital single lens reflex camera. With resolutions of 22-39 megapixels this badboy is a hoss. Granted, it takes a long-ass time to write a photo (1.4s) and granted it costs $25k. But still. Geek lust! Geek lust!
4. Greg Graffin, Sorrow (Acoustic) - The esteemed Mike Kohlbecker pointed me in the direction of this Bad Religion frontman’s solo project. In this video [thx, Andy] he plays a live acoustic version of an old BR song that I think rivals, if not outshines, the original. Beautiful. Plus Greg is totally that one detective from Law & Order SVU.
5. This write-on-wall-with-chalk calendar for your office - Yes, Martha Stewart Living, so go ahead and laugh now. But you can’t deny that this is a cool-ass idea (and implementation). You’d need to have a heckuva lot of patience, but in the end I think it’d be worth it. I’ll probably just paint the office plain charcoal gray instead.

Mon chat a le syndrome irritable d’entrailles. Quel dommage! This means “my cat has irritable bowel syndrome, what a pity!” in French. I don’t have a cat. Nor could I translate that on my own, except for the last part. Then there’s the fact that it doesn’t really make any damn sense. Nonetheless! Perchance I may have impressed you with my linguistic acrobatics today.

Or at least persuaded you that I need medication? *le sigh*