4:30 PM, Thursday afternoon: drinking ice-cold water and listening to Art Blakely and the Jazz Messengers. Smooth. Clear. Glide. And the day is pristine and wide all around me.
I’m just be-bopping along today. My eyes are pleasantly tired, the rest of me following behind in a mellow stroll. Earlier this week, I bought a "classic" analog watch from the Timex website (I don’t know about you, but I’m all-too intrigued by those "Indiglo" electroluminescent dials). This afternoon I got my hair cut. Things are still in short mode on that front. I’m looking forward to the weekend in a low-keyed sort of way. I want to hang out with my friends, have a drink, maybe find a girl to dance smooth and smoky slow with.
Hmm, just switched to Robert Johnson; the jazz was making me a bit too sleepy. He’s singing "Cross Road Blues" -- talk about a storied life. I know very little about blues (even less about jazz). I’ve just started listening to this stuff and have no vocabulary for it yet. I like both, though.
I’ve been doing pretty well at the treadmill -- rambling on, you might say. I should be able to clock a total of just over five miles this week. Marathon boy I’m not -- but it’s not too bad for only having started two weeks ago.
Hey, just to keep things interesting, now it’s time for Garbage on the CD player. I saw them at Metropol when they were touring for their first album -- great show. I love "You Look So Fine" off of Version 2.0, especially that extended "fine" Shirley Manson hits near the beginning of the song. Cool.
Smooth.
My mind is like a butterfly in a slow-motion snow fall today: flittering from one bit of mental fluff to another. At least the scene has an interesting soundtrack, though. Different tunes weaving together under a sky that is now a luminescent cobalt blue. Evening time. Time to glide...
--- JWR, 1/28/99
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