So many people use their blogs to talk about their families or tell about their day. I've tried that on occasion. But most of what happens to me is boring boring boring. And there are some members of my family who have made it clear that they would prefer to remain anonymous. Or else.
Over time I like to think this
journal has become a repository for thoughts that are rolling around
in my head with no other place to go. So I dust them off and put them
out so people can come around and look at them. Of course, some of the
people looking at them give me pause, but this is a public place after
For instance, yesterday, two things happened -- I shared the reason I
think my high school team lost the play off game -- the color of their
uniforms, green, isn't a winning color. If that isn't a loose, useless, thought
rolling around, nothing is. Red or black is the way
to go if you'll recall.
And someone new went back a year into my archives to comment on an entry I wrote about Marshall Field's.
I have since done some research on the football uniforms and discovered
that of the four teams in the semi finals of the state football
championship -- the two that are undefeated have black uniforms.
I'll keep you posted.
I'm not sure I want to know why someone was looking in the archives.
Today, something's wrong with my eye. Perhaps I should say ONE of my
eyes, to reassure anyone who might wonder whether I have two or not.
I can still see out of it. But
it's swollen and crusty and bloodshot. All day yesterday it felt like
there was something in it the size of a Buick. The thought that's
rolling around my head, besides can I die/go blind/wear makeup with
this, is why have my eyes gone from dark brown to hazel to almost green over the years?
Continuing with nothing in particular, John Mayer is singing live on
Oprah. I'm so glad I have a day off, after nine in a row, where I
can waste time, not have to be anywhere and watch Oprah.
Serendipitously, I was going to pimp a friend's son today. My friend is
one of Chicago's top ad music writers and arrangers. His son, Cody Fry,
is also a very talented musician, singer and songwriter. He also
happens to have ta-da! a John Mayer-esque sound. Cosmic. He's only
sixteen and I'vebeen playing his latest CD in my car driving home from
work. On this one he plays all the instruments, did all the writing,
arranging, and singing, too. He probably got tired of doing all the
harmoney, so now he has a band and performs live at school gigs.
You can read about him and listen to and/or download some of his tunes from the CD here: www.myspace.com/codyfry
When he's famous you can say you heard hiim here first. I notice that Warren Barfield considers himself one of Cody's friends.
The thought in my head is whether I knew what I wanted to do with my life when I was sixteen? Naaaaaah.