I've been driving the Purple Dream Cruiser again, now that it has a new battery and all. The other problems are not yet sorted out, but I drove to Boyle Heights last night to see my Grandmother. On the 101. And I'm alive to tell the tale. Suggests that perhaps it takes more than a long period of boredom and at least two traffic accidents to keep her down.

I don't know why I just made my car female. Not that I think it's male either.

This all amounts to three things:

1)A considerable increase in my current level of automotive spunk.

2)While the battery was dead, this newly-female set of wheels took up our one space in the garage. I don't have to look for street parking anymore.

3rd, Final, and Most Enjoyable-considering #1 suffers greatly by my being doomed to never drive above 50mph ever again apparently)A CD player that involves absolutely zero thought. Our other car has glorified walkman with a cassette tape adapter thingie. I had to plan to change the CD in that car. No more.

So I've been listening to more varied music, rather than the same CD over and over for weeks. Today I was belting out lyrics along with Sheila Nicholls, who I have greatly neglected in recent months. She's fantastic.

Yesterday I was listening to Scarlett's Walk. And then last night I saw a commercial for Tori's new CD...on TV. T.V. It was like seeing an ad for Ralph Nader. You know, everybody knows who they are, but no one expects them to pop up in People magazine any time soon.

Okay, so maybe it's nothing like seeing a Ralph Nader ad. But it was still...weird.

As I was looking at Tori's page to link it, I couldn't help noticing how much the new design looks like the design of this book I've been looking at at work called Wintering. It's a novel about Sylvia Plath. Whose poems include a lot of bee imagery because her father was a beekeeper. Oh. And Tori's new CD? It's called "The Beekeeper." Perhaps there really aren't that many graphic design paths to take with this theme.

John and I have had the stereo on and the TV off tonight. I was reading. Which felt good. Except that the book is dragging along and I got tired of it. Meanwhile, Ben Folds is singing to me. And I think tomorrow Sheila will go back in my rainbow-colored CD binder...

Labels: me and the awesome things I like., music.

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