Giving thanks.

As Shannon, Kevin and I were collecting up some Thanksgiving providence on Saturday, the phrase Beef-Pork Collision was tossed across the conversation. Naturally, the visuals and laughter ensued, and I have tried as hard as I can to get it into at least fifty percent of the conversations i've had since then.

And then I realised that the Beef-Pork Collision can be applied to all sorts of things.

Like, me listening to Cecilia Bartoli sing (Learn To Be A Soprano 101) italian love songs while I watch a presidential debate.