December Everyday

I have a new "pet" band. A.F.I. I understand that they have been around for quite some time, and I am a Johnny-Come-Lately fan, but these guys represent everything I want in music. They take elements of Cure-esque Gothic romanticism, hard, pulverizing guitar and bottom end (sounding like a more vulnerable and raw Bad Religion at times) and, to wrap it up, they drop the sweetest, most uplifting/devastating choruses I've heard since Nirvana's "Bleach". So yeah, I like them. They're from Nor-Cal, and their last CD was titled December Underground. It plays on iTunes now. You must, simply must believe me when I say you will enjoy them.

100 swings, part TWO! The last 24 hours have been marked by scattered but voluminous thunder storms. Lots of light drizzle and then a cavalcade of sideways rain. A big ol' fat rain. So no late night training yesterday, and no outdoor man-making training until this afternoon. Yet I DID do my 100 swings with a 40kg. started off with 10 each arm, and followed with 20 instructional towel swings. Those felt awesome. Not because I was giving my grip and postural muscles a rest, but because my hips were flowing like Chali Tuna. Transfer Swings and One-Armed bastards finished my 100. Chowed down on a salad of Romaine and Cesar dressing (no cheese or croutons), and a big ol' albacore tuna club on multi-grain (no bacon, pickes, or olives). Good hearty meals. Just two appointments today, and then my two evening classes. Looking forward to getting deeper into Vonnegut's "Deadeye Dick". I wish you a day as light and happy as mine should be!