How has it taken me three weeks
… to listen to Blood on the Tracks?
At work, they had fortune cookies one day, and I took three to improve my odds. In order of opening, they were: "Time to break out of that corner, get that rut unstuck." "Even the toughest of days have bright spots, just do your best." "This is an extremely favorable day, just perfect for romance." Two out of three weren't bad.
I found a new favorite name and logo for the incoming Oklahoma City NBA team. The Oklahoma City Coopers "named for D.B. Cooper, the original supersonic hijacker," ha-ha, the creator tells Uni Watch.
Started reading two books. Have been to new places around town. Have picked up the Netflix pace but lost what little movie theater pace there was. Dark Knight at Udvar-Hazy, I'm still coming for you.
I had lots of leftover sad or comtemplative YouTube songs, from that initial burst. Let's drop some that didn't make the initial cut to prevent them from being posted otherwise: Pet Sounds' Here Today, Here Today with only vocals, Frank Black's cover of Hang on to Your Ego, Sesame Street's Don't Want to Live on the Moon, and Dance Myself to Sleep (arguably a top five Henson-mayhem moment on the Street).
I also watched lots of videos of Lego creation. Thank you, Gizmodo. If you ever needed any reason to run away and join Lego, you can find hundreds of reasons in the blog's special report. Having your business card as a mini-figure might be the best.
There was also this highlight from the extended Q&A: "Any plan to sell real-life brick-size Lego pieces? I want to build an actual house. We have no plans at this time to sell real-life brick-size Lego pieces. You'll just have to build your house of normal materials for the time being."
I thought about Atlanta and how it felt. Deep in the Times, I found my neighborhood's Walk Score (78, not too bad), ran criminal look-ups on loved ones (hi to some of you) and wondered what culturally driven personal database story was coming next week. I thought about how the pulse experiment and its beating heart might depict this blog.
