Bike Race

My neighborhood is holding a 24 hour bike race this weekend. I have volunteered to check off laps for the racers, but the organizer sent out a notice today asking for more. One specific area he needs is additional tattoo-artists. It's going to be a strange 24 hours.

Summer Song

I don't have a song for the summer of 2009 and this worries me because it's half-way over. By this time last year, there were 2 songs clearly dominating my life. One was American Boy by that girl and Kanye West. As you can see this last an impression on me. The other song was 1-2-3-4 by Feist. I know this song had not come out in 2008 but that was when she did a version of the song for Sesame Street. You know "1, 2, 3, 4. I love counting, counting to the number 4." Then she counts penguins at the front door and chickens on vacation. It's a beautiful song. And I definitely listened to it more than a grown man should.

This summer I'm concerned that my song will end up being Katy Perry's opposite song. I don't know how it's getting so much air time in my life because I'm sure they're not playing it on my public radio stations. It's obviously an attempt to receive an invitation from the Children's Television Workshop and I don't like it.

So, I'm trying to force some other songs. I've heard St. Vincent several times this week, so it is a contender to knock out the Up, Down, In, Out song.



But if you really want to know what makes me happy. It's the following video from Craig Ferguson.



They recently had a contest to determine the best puppet. Viewers were asked to vote on the website. I voted for the monkey though the shark has a special place in my heart too. But guess who one!? That's right - Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. (I checked the spelling of that twice, and I'm not going to do it again. The president of Iran. That's what I'm trying to say.)

My stomach doesn't feel right. I'm not sure if it's due to the orange juice that I drank that was 4 days past its expiration date or the milk that was 2 days past. Who knew that orange juice expires?

Also, since my last post, I ran a marathon. I feel that I'm letting people down because I'm not as excited about it as I should be. Perhaps I'll post about it, but I probably won't. I'm busy enjoying my summer vacation: reading, swimming, napping, grilling, stopping drug deals in front of my house. You know, the usual.