Seems like a day doesn't go by when I'm not writing something about Dana Cain, my favorite event coordinator, art collector, sci-fi and pop-culture geek, '60s freak and frivolous idea machine. It's as if she microchipped my brain one night as I lay sleeping and can read on her computer my deepest likes and dislikes. And then she twists the delicious knife and comes up with yet another event that speaks to me as if it were created for my sole pleasure. Yeah, but that's okay. A cultural soulmate like this I can live with.