Tuesdays are really a forgotten day for many. Yet I wake up every Tuesday morning nigh on giddy at the thought that iTunes offers a free song EVERY SINGLE TUESDAY. It's also the day when new music releases come out and that makes a little happiness go off inside. The old cliche rings true, "it's the little things in life..."
Then I'll open iTunes and discover that the song offered for free is being offered for free because it's a piece of -how to put this delicately- dog excrement burning in a brown paper bag on a hot mid-summer night. Maybe we're being too harsh here. Perhaps we should give it a try. Let the annoying Nirvana-wanna-be imitation vibrations roll over us until our ears cease to bleed and become callous masses on the sides of our head.
On the other hand there have been the Tuesdays when the curtains parted, the sunbeams blinded, and the Brooklyn parrots squawked outside my window. I arose, turned on my computer and there the world was handed gems of Keane, Rogue Wave, Feist, and Astaire (which is now Blondfire). And the world was turned back around and made right again.
Someone takes their music too seriously.
In other news: In July, a team of South Korean scientists made history by cloning an Afghan hound, but many experts view the team's revelation two months earlier as even more important, when they derived 11 stem cell lines from clones of patients with specific diseases. The leader of the team, Hwang Woo-suk,(we can have fun with that name) told the journal Nature Medicine then that Koreans have an advantage over westerners in delicate laboratory work because of "Oriental hands. We can pick up very slippery corn or rice with the steel chopsticks."
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