As the subject line indicates, one side effect of all this reading I've been doing about the Grateful Dead is... oh boy, am I having earworms. It's not so bad when it's "Friend Of the Devil" or "Casey Jones," but I was just scanning a document for the conference we're working on and it was only when the student at the next computer over looked at me funny that I realized I was sort of humming "Truckin'" under my breath. And I really don't know "Truckin'."

Dammit, get out of my head, you hippies!