I promise hidden words of tenderness

I was standing in the living room, trying to track down something I read in a magazine and my hamstring started to do this strange twitching thing. I think I need an epsom salt bath. Because of lots of rain, I haven't ridden my bike a lot in the past week, or rather, it was frequent short trips that were probably a mile or less away. But yesterday I rode 20+ miles. The way home from work was a little rough, I had to talk to myself almost constantly. I also realized I pass a lot of Popeye's on that specific route home. But it was good to be out and around yesterday, biking through parts of the city I don't visit as often, specifically almost the entire length of Lincoln Park, which technically starts up in Uptown. It was also strange to bike down Rush Street on my way to work, and pass through the Gold Coast region. I felt sort of like a tourist in my own city.

Last night livejournal was down all evening, which was just as well as I actually had work to do at work that kept me busy. But it also kept me from catching up on writing, since I missed it during the day, what with therapy and errands and a lunch date with Liza. This morning I got up early with DYA and was in a great mood and after breakfast and coffee and sending some e-mails and puttering online (and ordering my first custom-made discs from Karaoke Freedom), I jumped into it and wrote a whole long scene and now its 9 am and I'm done so I can go watch Oprah. I like a reward system. Maybe if I do a second writing session, I'll let myself play Perfect Dark all afternoon.

There's a profile of Nick Lowe in a recent issue of Entertainment Weekly and when asked about Paul McCartney's deal with Starbucks, he's like "doesn't he have enough money?!?" I hadn't really cared one way or another about P-Mac, but that really stuck with me so now I'm thinking, wait, what a fcking greedy bastard! Why should he get all the money? Perhaps this is also my brain being influenced because I'm currently reading Pedagogy of the Oppressed, so I'm all sensitive and isht.

One of my favorite ways to have impromptu playlists is to type a specific word into the itunes search box and play all the songs that contain it. For example, colors work well for this -- green, red, blue. (Although this can sometimes be bad if you have a band with one in the name, because the list gets lopsided.) And you can't be too generic like "love" because that's too much. This morning I have a new favorite word-playlist: waiting.