Juno and Gypsy

Two highly incredible finds/experiences thus far this week. See below.

1) Suzanne Vega, Gypsy. Most beautiful song ever.

2) Juno. Most awesome movie ever.

Tech Question

How is it possible for a CD that skips in the car to be copied to Windows Media player as MP3 format, to then play perfectly clean on your computer? It’s just so weird that I can transfer an f’d up CD to my computer and have it be all fine.

Hot Foggy Pools

So I’ve been swimming. I’m here to admit it. Like it’s a sin or something. It’s almost like I promised myself back when I quit it in college that I’d never look back, that how dare I not think hard about every x amount of meters I check off my list. Truth is, it’s been a great thing, for at least the few weeks or so that I’ve been back in the water. Swimming has been the one thing I’ve been able to actually pull off, as a relatively low impact source of exercise, while being sick. Not that I entirely agree with the notion of it being a low impact source of exercise, but still, it’d probably cause less damage than a run. Or so I thought, until I did a 2,000 (which isn’t that much to a normal healthy human being that doesn’t suck) Thursday, which practically brought my fever back last night. But I’m going to pretend that didn’t happen.

Anyway, I’m amazed at how they, the JCC aquatic people, keep their pool so unbelievably hot and steamy. Like a stinky sauna or hot tub. Really, this isn’t just a complaint. It’s the truth. They keep the pool at 85 degrees. They keep the air at 81. And then, for some reason, they post that up each day on a little bulletin board. Like, “Hey class, we’re gonna suffocate you today. Hope you don’t mind. By the way, here’s how much it’s gonna hurt.”

I am tempted to tackle the board, erase the numbers, and put down instead, a “turn the f’n temperature to 75 so I don’t die, thanks. Sincerely, Rach.” Rather I don’t. I haven’t yet. I think about it constantly. I mean I can get over the 20 yard issue. I can even get over the cloud of fog that accompanies the 85 degrees. But I can’t get over the 85 degrees. It’s like Hatha Yoga in a swimming pool. The anti of the purpose. If old wrinkles need the pool that warm, they should take a hot shower or find a real hot tub. Argh.

I Trust You to Kill Me

So this was a DVD I picked up tonight solely because Kiefer Sutherland’s face was on the cover of it. I’ve been making my way through 24 over the last few weeks (I’m working on season 6 as we type) and have gradually fallen in love with Jack Bauer’s character = Kiefer Sutherland. Hence the motivation behind watching this rockumentary.

I was talking to a friend of mine the other day, telling her how well I thought Kiefer (ie. Jack) and I would get along in real life. He’s rugged. Real. No bullshit. Sexy hard. Pissed off. Fucked up, flawed, and perfect. She laughed of course, considering how ridiculous that is, to come to the conclusion over a mono-driven bored 4 weeks that somehow Jack Bauer is my new soul mate. Granted I realize(d) this as well, so I laughed with her, all the while knowing, deep down, that there MUST BE some truth to my delusion. There always is. Really.

Now all of that said, here I am. Kiefer Sutherland playing Kiefer Sutherland in front of me. A true test. Do we, as real peoples, get along like I think we would? Well, the easy and obvious answer to that is yes. Duh. He is scruffy and silly and maybe not as pissed off as his Jack Bauer character, but still quite perfect…in his intellect and a) ability to recognize talent in Rocco Deluca & the Burden b) humanism for taking the time out of his life to care enough about something he thinks of as awesome, but also to be so devoted to it, so much so that he’s willing to make a rockumentary about it. Jesus, that is great. I love you, K.

We’ve got nicknames now.

…This here is to say check it out: I Trust You to Kill Me. So dope.