I've decided--the first Bows album is better than the second. I didn't always think it so. Important. I have an entry on Devotchka done but a lot of it is about my dismay over people who propose on the jumbotron at baseball games. I am not sure it is an issue that will intrigue the average reader. Can you express, metaphorically, 'flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone' next to the guy shoveling nachos?