1. There really needs to be a moratorium on people taking credit for "bringing sexy back." For one, those that say this are referencing a song from LAST year, which in the pop culture world pretty much makes it paleolithic. Second, I still haven't quite figured out what that means? I'm surprised that some twisted rapist (redundant?) on the stand in court hasn't said, "Judge, I was just trying to bring sexy back." So yea, people. Stop saying sexy back. Period. However DO feel free to repeat ad nauseam, "umbrella...ella, ella, eh, eh."
2. This is an old grievance of mine which I will address here in an open letter to all bands, musicians, and stand up comics: Dear bands, musicians, and stand up comics: No doubt you are all extremely talented, with some being more talented than others, please stop sending me friend requests on MySpace. I'm sure some people have discovered amazing new and unheard of bands on MySpace, I'm not one of those people. I prefer to have my music spoon fed to me by the recording companies, the iTunes Music Store's top selling list (Rihanna, "Umbrella!"), and friends. I'll let the masses and my friends act as my music filter. I prefer to use MySpace for. For. Hmmm, I have no idea what I use MySpace for, but I just don't want to be spammed by your attempt to harness me into your "fan base." Don't add me. I'll add you.
3. While I'm not quite sure why I "use" Myspace, my actual favorite social networking site Facebook is starting to become ridiculous with all this third party "applications" (basically web-based widgets) that you can now tack on to your profile. Just like the widgets for the macs, these applications cover nearly everything imaginable. One in particular I see potentially causing some problems. It's called "Your Hottest Friend" and I guess it lets you "rate" the "hotness" of your friends. Don't you love judging your friends! Myspace allows you to do this obviously with their "Top Friends" ranking.
3. Was watching Sports Center the other night at the hotel. There's something incredibly satisfying about watching Sports Center when travelling. It's an adult version of the blankie or teddy bear we carried around as a child. It reminds me of home as much as chicken soup or a snowstorm that dumps 10 feet of snow overnight.
4. Speaking of Sports Center, in particular I watched the highlights of a Yankees game against the Angels. The Angels' closer K-Rod struck out the last Yankee batter to save the game and after the ump's strike out call, he did this insane hip thrust of the likes I haven't seen since Wayne's World. Instead of high fives and fist pounds, more hip thrusts!
5. Summer is finally here. I know I'll get really sick of the 90 degree heat soon, but I just love it when at night, the temperate drops to the 70s with no humidity and a light breeze. I enjoyed my Monday night by getting some sorbet at my new favorite ice cream place near my apartment. The line was ridiculous--and they ran out of change, so people who only wanted one scoop ended up having to purchase four scoops, which the kids didn't complain too much about. Anyway, I sat on the benches in front of the shop, enjoyed the comfortable evening air and read my latest issue of the Economist (this magazine always drops some serious knowledge on me). It was quite perfect. Almost perfect.