hubris

today i got an e-mail from the italian kid, soliciting sxsw blather for this week's music feature. "after work," i replied. when i got home this evening, i sat down at the 'puter and pounded out 1000 words -- about the length of a reg'lar music piece in the fwweekly -- in about 35 minutes. then i went out to dinner in the form of an interview for the cover story i'm working on now. it was only after i arrived home, some time after the paper had gone to bed, that i realized i got a song title wrong in my screed. i suck.