friday the 13th

A day like any others. I decided to give my knees a rest today. I think after yesterdays more successful run I deserved it.

I walked outside from work today a dusk. The sky was laden with a thick, dark cloud. Fortunately it wasn't from the smoke of a nearby fire, it was a larger fire in a forested area further south. It just looked so ominous. A red that resembled dried blood. The moon was red when I came home. In fact I am looking right at it. More clear now that the smoke drifted away. The first word that came to mind was "sinister".

A lady wearing dark scrubs with some frilly pattern interrupted my reading during work today to ask me who sang "lollipop"... Pardon? I reacted. I had no idea what she was talking about. You know, that song that has been playing on the radio? What about 3-6 Mafia (I have no idea if that is how you spell it, considering hip hop today...). Well ma'am I have heard of them, I'm not sure if that is the artist for that particular song... but I'm sure you can find them in the R&B aisle... What about Danity Kane? (ah, a bulb went off... I have no idea about their music but I have in fact heard of them) Yeah they should be down at R&B as well. Mind you, prior to her interruption I was happily flipping through David Saderis's latest book. If you haven't heard of him, I strongly suggest his works both in print and radio. A gentleman who I presume was her husband proceeded to ask a colleague of my of a darker skin tone about the song, of which she retorted by asking which version. Lil Wayne, she said, would be the artist they seek. Did I mention the couple was white? I know I am being stereotypical here, but these are the things I observe. I suppose I can't judge a book by its cover, and that goes the same for others of me.

I have been a bit melancholy today. Although I have not developed a taste for Sunday morning news shows, I do appreciate the works of Tim Russert. He will be sorely missed.