Mainstream

Another one of those mornings when I wake up snarled in the cultural mainstream through no fault of my own.  The Chicago Tribune tells us about a jam-packed summer of "sci-fi" conventions.  It's like when you're floating in a quiet tide pool off to the side of the beach and suddenly a wave crashes through and you get dragged out into the entire freaking ocean and you're thinking: what are all these fish doing here? 

Sometimes when I am biking to ukulele club, I think I must be the only middle-aged woman in Oak Park currently riding a bicycle with a ukulele on the fender... but I have the sneaking suspicion I may not be.  What do you do that's unique?  Or OUGHT to be unique?