I ventured into Bed, Bath & Beyond yesterday for the first time since I was a mindless suburbanite a few lifetimes ago. I was quickly reminded that "Beyond" was interpreted in a restricted and disappointing way. It doesn't include remastered Beatles CDs, or bejeweled jeans with see-through butt panels, or dirt. Shopping for dirt is an interesting experience. If we had characterized it as potting soil, the process would have been simpler but much less interesting. And that's all I feel like saying about it. Time to draw talking heads.