At the risk of sounding uncool

Pearl Jam's Single Video Theory DVD arrived in my mailbox at work yesterday. It chronicles the recording sessions that later became their 5th studio album, Yield. I only watched a few minutes of it last night, as Terry came over for tennis and cribbage, but I'm already thrilled with it.

In a lot of ways, Yield is the soundtrack and most representative of my experience of falling in love with Marie. It was the album I listened to, on repeat, while driving the two hours to Wausau to visit her during our summer apart. It was the album I had, again on repeat, playing when she and Amy came to visit me after getting their navels pierced. I can't remember the number of times we would make out to this album (well, not like in rhythm to it) or just sit and talk while it played softly in the background.

It's so wonderful to me how music can trigger memories and emotions that words and pictures sometimes can't. I'm sitting here today listening to it all over again and fondly recalling the overwhelming sensations of finding someone to share my life with and realizing how fortunate I am.

What's that brown stuff all over the fan?

I just found out that King George and his entourage will be driving within two blocks of my employer this afternoon. I wonder if the library a few blocks away could be considered a book depository? He will be traveling past a public space created within the past year that has since been dubbed "Peace Park", as it's been a site of protesters of the invasion and administration for months.

And here's me, without a camera.