i've got a name and i've got a number and i've got a line on you...

i never really liked genesis when i was growing up. i thought they never were that good, now i hear the stuff i would turn off when i was younger and i actually like what i hear. old age is skewing my ear. i know bateman was a fan, but he did a whole chapter on huey lewis as well, that whole thing i still don't get. not that it's much different with punk, agent orange never sounded so good. same with dag nasty, makes me chuckle at the bubble gum punk they try and push on the kids these days. i wonder what b will say of the stuff 30 years on? i saw a fox on the way in that was nearly the size of number 1, one well-fed fox. negative temps have me ready to throw away my long blown out lobster paws, they sucked today, too cold to not have mitts when it's like this. balaclava and neck gaiter helped, but the hands and feet were unacceptable, too cold. at least i had henson to keep me laughing and warm. what a twisted freak. listen is you have a tolerance for the odd, or over the line humor, like keith, but shorter. feeling that the key is to have it in the ears to prevent zoning out, better focus at 5 am in winter. took the longer way across, made the trip thru the snow scultpure area to see what was up, pretty impressive, i have trouble with the fleeting nature of temporary art. whatever the medium, it's here this week gone next. one of the coolest things about seeing some of the museums in paris and florence was looking at art that was over 2000 years old. fabric kept in darkened rooms to deter fading further, art crafted on a loom when caesar was still around and now it's a placemat in a dark room that nobody will eat from.