All Along the Watchtower
Denny got the new Bob Dylan album today, which he was very excited about. I picked up a DVD of the Pixies doing a live acoustic set in Newport, Rhode Island. It was a banner day for us in legal music acquisition.
It is downright chilly out. Yesterday evening I went out for a run, and I had to wear long exercise pants and a t-shirt. The neighbors probably appreciated the reprieve from my usual uniform of a ratty old sports bra and baggy, faded shorts. I realize that there is more fashionable exercise wear out there, but I have a hard time justifying spending money on something that’s just going to get soaked in stinky sweat.
Speaking of which, have you ever noticed that outdoor sweat smells worse than indoor sweat? It gets that weird wind smell to it. I’ve also heard that fear sweat smells bad, but I’ve never noticed that in particular. Maybe I’ve never been deeply frightened and sweaty at the same time.
