Wednesday, November 16, 2005

I was late getting my swim in this morning. I'm a bit of a news junkie so it's hard not to get magnetically attracted to the computer when i get up to find out what's gone on in the world since I've been in bed, and today was no exception. After extricating myself from the computer and getting ready to walk out hte door, I realized we had a pitch today and the clothes I was currently wearing would be completely inappropriate... which led me to searching for my suit as quietly as I could (Ang was asleep) making me a bit later. I did end up at the pool and did squeeze in about 1500 meters, but I've got a long way to go to get back into shape.

My main goal this winter is to build more upper body strength and balance out my legs. For whatever reason, my left leg is a bit less stronger than my right leg and I'd like to even that out. My secondary goal is to improve my freestyle because right now it's awful. We'll see how successful I'm able to be, but so far I've been pretty diligent.

Things are slow at work so I've had a chance to catch up a little bit on my blogging. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I won't be able to get TOO caught up, but we're waiting on projects to close so it'll be a couple of weeks probably.

I'm more than halfway through the Bono book now and I'd still heartily suggest it for your own reading list.

Hopefully I'll get a chance to work on some movie blogging in and amongs a couple of other projects stewing at home tonight.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Bono in conversation...

Had to run to the library over lunch to pick up a couple things on reserve and spent a minute or two looking through the new non-fiction. Happily, I stumbled on the new Bono book 'Bono in conversation with Michka Assayas'. Read a few pages of it over lunch, so far it's been an interesting read.

I'm only in chapter 1, but I figured I'd post a little interesting tidbit of some unused verses from Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own. I guess these were sung at his fathers funeral but ended up not getting recorded.

"... I think How To Dismantle... also allowed me to vent all that stuff. The atomic bomb, it's obviously him in me. Yeah, "Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own" is my swan song for him. I sang it at his funeral [recites, but does not sing]: Tough, you think you got the stuff / You're telling me and everyone you're hard enough / Well, you don't have to put up a fight / You don't have to always be right / Let me take some of the punches for you tonight / Listen to me now: I need to let you know you don't have to go it alone / Sometimes you can't make it on your own. It's like a Phil Spector kind of a deal, very fifties. There's a verse I left out of the recording: When I was a young boy in the suburbs of Cedarwood / I wanted to be great because good would not be good enough / Now that I'm older, I don't see things any clearer / We're closer now but still a long way off / I need you to know you don't have to go it alone / Sometimes you can't make it on your own. And then it goes into this middle eight which is amazing. I scream and it goes: Sing, you're the reason I sing / You're the reason the opera is in me / Still I need you to know a house don't make a home / Don't leave me here alone / Sometimes you can't make it on your own. So it turns around at the end. It's a sort of simple song, but it's, I hope, the last song I will be writing about him.

anyway, worth reading if you get the chance to pick it up. I've got other things to read, but I imagine this one will float back to the top and get read first.

Monday, November 14, 2005


my posts never returned. Ang and I had an interesting if uneventful weekend for the most part. Saturday we went up to Denver to catch a screening of Tristram Shandy: A Cock and Bull Story, the new film by Michael Winterbottom and Steve Coogan (who were also behind 24 Hour Party People) and then did some shopping for our annual secret project.

Sunday started with a couple of movies at the dollar theater, The Brothers Grimm and In Her Shoes. I know In Her Shoes is a chick flick, but it's a chick flick as directed by Curtis Hanson, and I really dig Curtis Hanson. Hansons three films, L.A. Confidential, Wonder Boys, and 8 Mile are all dramatically different films that all work extraordinarily well and the current film is no exception.

With a long break in between, we wandered over to Angela's work so she could pick up her schedule and she discovered that she'd been fired (along with several other people). So, a decent weekend finished off quite a bit lousier than it had begun. Thankfully, Ang should be able to get a massage job soon, so there shouldn't be too much of a proplem just finding something to do for a couple of months while that happens, but it's still annoying.

Anyway, just wanted to post an update. It's a swim night tonight, so I'll put in about an hour of laps before we go watch a movie. We've got quite a few to still work our way through and I'll make sure I blog them as we do.