Found a Marantz on the sidewalk the other day. Finally hooked it up today. It works!
My War by Black Flag, followed in quick succession by Ina-Godda-Da-Vida by Iron Butterfly, a '50's compilation record with Tony Bennett, Rosemary Clooney, Cab Calloway, et al., Teaser and the Firecat by Cat Stevens, a live Donovan record, a 1961 Ravi Shankar JAZZ record, The Law of Devil's Land by Loudness (an 80's Japanese Metal band), and Itzhak Perlman performing the Paganinni 24 Caprices.
You know I like to provide multi-media blogs.
1. DD14 has figured out that she, too, likes swimming at the Y. When I go with her, it's more like frolicking than swimming, per se, but it's low-friction time together. A little hard to come by at this age.
2. Hite beer. $3.99 for a six-pack at the Korean market. And, while I'm at the Korean market, let's give 2.5 to Edguardo, the cute Mexican stocker, who speaks Spanish, Korean and English.
Why is it that when you tell a man you're mad at him, he gets mad at you for being mad???
Had a thought over coffee and cereal this morning. On the back of the checks that I endorse, I write "The Universe Provides". It's a reminder to myself that I'm doing okay, really. I usually think of the Universe providing for me, and then, somehow, I always add that twinge of Mid-Western poor person "Protestant Work Ethic" guilt in the form of "get over it--why you wanna ask for more?" in the back of my head.
Can I get a "hell yeh" from any other heartbroken mamas today?
The pool tonight was a sausagefest. I think all the dudes were trying to be Michael Phelps. I mean, how many middle-aged men need to do the butterfly stroke on a Monday night at 9:15?
This mom and her daughter admired my tats and my stretched earlobes in the locker room and called me "unique". They don't hang out with my friends...
Got both kids registered for school today. I hate lines.
My guitar player dropped by the Gilman to see about getting booked there, but just got a rasher of shit from that stupid, fat, entitled white bully who's always there. Not so hot on petty tyrants, either.
I had to share something with you. Can you imagine living in a place where birth control is considered an "abortion" and health insurers won't cover it? Where even rape victims are denied emergency contraception?
It seems unbelievable, but the Bush Administration is quietly trying to redefine "abortion" to include birth control. The Houston Chronicle says this could wipe out dozens of state laws that protect women's reproductive freedom and protect rape victims. And this proposed "rule change" doesn't need congressional approval.
Today, for the 2nd time in as many days, as I was driving on the highway from client to client, I saw a highway patrol car doing a back-and-forth dance. I think it's kinda cute when they do this. Have you seen it? They turn their lights on, and they cross all the lanes in one direction, then again in the other. Back and forth, zig-zagging down the Nimitz or the East Shore, like a bee giving directions to her hivemates. They are slowing the traffic down, controlling us with cop disco. Whoo! Flashing lights! Whoo! Crossin' the lanes! Don't interfere with the John Travolta of the asphalt!