The next stop will be…

Yesterday’s post reminded me of a joke that my Dad’s been telling for as long as I can remember. It goes like this:

Last night I had a dream that I swallowed a giant marshmallow. I woke up this morning and my pillow was gone.

I rarely remember my dreams and I have a theory as to why that is. I suspect it’s because I don’t use an alarm clock so my natural sleep patterns aren’t interrupted.

While that might explain my lack of dream memory, it doesn’t answer the question of why I wake up with music in my head. I guess that’s a problem for another day.

This scene from The Hudsucker Proxy by Joel and Ethan Coen does it for me. Roger Deakins, their director of photography, should have received an Academy Award for the sheer beauty and exuberance of it. I love how the young boy is tapping his foot in time to the hoop and the slo-mo section just blows my mind. The whole movie is brilliant but this scene is one of my all time favorite pieces of film.

My desire to read comes in waves. I’ll read a bunch of stuff then I kinda drop off and not read so much. I’m in a bit of a pickle though cause I’m at the crest of a reading wave and I got nothing on the bookshelves that interests me. I like fiction and non-fiction so if you have any suggestions I’d love to hear them.

While I’m on the topic of media, here’s a couple of music tracks that are rocking the h*ll out of my iPod.

The Presets - My People
Modern goth new-wave along the lines of The Faint.

Eels - Get Ur Freak On
Indie rock take on Missy Elliott’s hit

Ps. For a variety of reasons, I haven’t been on the bike much lately and I think that has contributed to the dearth of posts. Biking really gets the creative juices flowing and without it, me no so creative.

I got a shock this morning from the old mainframe in the attic. I had to check out a website at work that I haven’t visited in over a year and somehow my brain managed to recall both the username and password. How the h*ll did that happen?

It wouldn’t have been a big deal except it’s not even my username/password. It’s one we share at work so there’s nothing in the login related to me. I can’t remember people’s name five minutes after I meet them but apparently usernames and passwords are not a problem. Maybe I should start asking people for that information when I meet them instead of their name.

One of the treats from my recent trip to Chicago was a visit to the Leaning Tower of… Wait for it… Niles, Illinois! It’s true. There’s a half-scale replica of the Leaning Tower of Pisa in a small city just outside Chicago. But the story gets better.

Behold The Leaning Tower of Niles in its smaller but just as slanty glory.

Oh the half-scale majesty!

Even the Telefono booth gets in on the slanty fun. But the best part is yet to come.

Yup, it’s the Leaning Tower YMCA. It was built well after the tower replica but come on, how can you not love the fact that there’s a Leaning Tower YMCA?

Fortunately for its residents, it’s not slanty.

So I was all primed to write a post this morning, riding my occasional high of exercise and caffeine but then a terrible thing happened. I got busy at work. Huh?!?! It’s true!

My busy’ness then proceeded to consume all of my morning and most of the afternoon. The result? Now I’m out of steam, dead sleepy actually and I still gotta bike home. Oh well, perhaps I can get the proverbial creative juices flowing tomorrow and come up with some creative content for your pleasure. On the plus side, I did solve a software problem that’s been dogging me since Monday.