Fairies Wear Boots

It was an odd decision but not a bad one. I did street cardio this morning, and it was hot, sweaty, and rewarding. In fact, I really wanted to push on an extra half mile, but I had some other errands I really needed to take care of. I actually thought about heading into the grocery store before coming up my steps, and I looked down to see if my white t-shirt showed wet rings. It didn’t. I grabbed the sleeve to wipe my face to discover why it didn’t show wet spots. It had no dry ones.

Somewhere around the time I noticed a guy sitting on the curb of a parking lot obviously having a bad trip, I realized that I needed to add some different music to my MP3 player. I enjoy all of the music I’ve got loaded, but some of it just isn’t right for working out – not even lifting where I like it a bit slower paced. So, I’m busy ripping down AC/DC and Black Sabbath. I guess that takes Back in Black to it’s fourth incarnation in my owning. I bought it initially on vinyl, then had it on cassette, now it’s on CD, and it’s also stored on my hard drive. Well, give it a couple of years, and it’ll be in some new version.

In looking at my lifting totals from last week, the total exceeds 100K.

Holding Out for a Hero

The CDs from Musclecakes were waiting for me in my PO Box this afternoon. I’ve got them downloaded to my hard drive (and one in my Lyra). I can’t wait to take give it a go at the gym. I was almost inspired to head to the gym, but, um, no. One workout a day is enough. The best thing about an athletic trainer (and musician) making a workout track for you is that it is really good stuff to use for a work out. I gave him the ingredients for my chili mac. I doubt he’ll be impressed with anything that contains smart ground, dark chocolate, and organic whole wheat pasta. But then he is a Bright Blue Spot in Texas. BTW, I’m officially a Bright Blue Dot in the Blue Grass.

On Friday I went to Sesame Street only to discover that The World’s Greatest Bar Tender doesn’t work there any more. At least The Empress is still there. Having been encouraged so many times, I tried a Bombay Sapphire martini. I wasn’t impressed. Give me my Tanqueray Rangpur any day, and I’ll be a happy camper. I don’t know quite what that shot was the Newbie comped, but I wasn’t impressed with it.

I watched the first episode of Dante’s Cove last night. I’m hooked. Let’s just say that if Here! were offered in my area, I’d get cable. I think there is a way to watch it on-line, and it might be possible to get the channel on my phone. I know there are several TV options available for telephone viewing. I don’t know if I’m more amazed by the technology or my willingness to buy into it. Anyway, Cove is a combination of Dark Shadows, Sex in the City, live action The House of Morecock, and even a little Scooby Doo. Suffice to say that I couldn’t have done a better job. Well, okay I would have done a little better with bondage, but hey, that’s just me.

Instant Karma

I just ordered the Instant Karma CD from Amnesty International. “Yoko Ono generously granted rights to John Lennon’s entire solo songbook to Amnesty International, the world’s largest grassroots human rights organization, to use as the centerpiece of this project and to inspire and invigorate a new generation of human rights activists.” I don’t understand how the United States can willfully invade a country that, to be sure, had been fractious and bombastic but was of no real threat to our sovereignly then become so mired in that conflict that we cannot give military resources to stop genocide in Darfur. Perhaps were they to find an oil field….

While window shopping on the site, I saw a poster that sums up the America in which I believe:

The America I believe in does not torture people.

The America I believe in does not run secret prisons.

The America I believe in would shut down Guantanamo Bay.

As I couldn’t have said it better myself, I’ll quote them and give them full props (http://www.amnestyusa.org).