Late Night Pursuits
I usually stay up late on Sunday, since Monday is never any fun anyway. Everyone else is asleep and I paint, draw, strum or whatever. Recently I was flipping through the channels and saw Tori Amos on PBS, Lani Guinier on CSPAN, and an infomercial for the latest girls gone wild video on E!.
I don't get Tori. I know many of the fegs are enamored of her, as are many others, but I don't ever get her. The songs themselves just seem to ramble along with no structure and I guess I'm too much of a pop purist to deal with that, and her trilly voice sometimes is too much for me. She's great on the piano, yes, but someone will have to explain to me the rest.
I really don't have any thoughts on Lani. There was some big deal with her and politics some years ago. I can't remember or care.
And, as far as the girls gone wild videos...well, what is there to say? You've seen one nipple, you've seen 'em all.

But during the day today I went for a ride on my time trial course. I managed to beat this year's record, set last week. So now it's 47:44. I'll keep you posted (not that anybody but me cares). One thing perplexes me as I ride along: why is there so much underwear on the side of the road? Never men's underwear, either. Maybe the girls gone wild crew has come by recently? Roadkill, broken glass and beer cans I expect.


I like pictures of chairs.