What's khaki, red, and misleading?

You might already know about this. You may have been fooled. You'll surely want to go and see.
The answer? What's khaki, red, and misleading? Target shoppers who dress like employees. Has it happened to you? You're looking for something, but not ready to ask for assistance. You've made eye contact with 3 or 4 authentic employees, but you're not really in need of their help quite yet. You'll find what you're looking for. Besides, Target is a pleasant store, and for the most part, full of pleasant people; a leisurely walk around the aisles isn't an inconvenience. Finally, you decide that it's time to get some help. You see red and ask, "excuse me, where can I find the microscopes?" The woman turns and you realize that she's not an employee. She just happens to be wearing a red top and khaki pants. As you continue your walk around store, slightly embarrassed, but still looking for the science section, you begin to notice the multiple decoys that are out shopping today. I'd be curious to know if it's happened to you. Or, have you been the one wearing the red? Keep your eyes peeled; you'll find it curious.

TGIM

It's been such a long time

And I was just a child then

What will you say

When you see my face?

Time feels like it's flown away

The days just pass and fade away

What will you say

When they take my place?

"What Will You Say"-Jeff Buckley

Oh boy, Monday, Monday, Monday!

When I was younger, Monday was winter in the season of my week. It was the seedbed where I'd plant my plans for the upcoming wknd (wknd=weekend, this is probably one of the only abbreves ((abbreviations)) that I use on a regular basis; the only reason I mention it is that I am usually the first person to wag a grammar/style finger at abbreviations; so. . .hyp, hyp, hoorayocrite!). Monday would also serve as time of reflection, a time when I would be happy for the snows of time to accumulate over the sometimes happy, sometimes sad, but always fun, events of the previous wknd. I'm talking about Monday because so many people want their Mondays silent and unacknowledged. Monday's the first unfun portage of the trip. Monday's the first few innings when you're team's behind. Monday is Moon day.

So, I've been listening to J. Buckley, and still think that he's probably the most interesting musician I've been exposed to. His voice, guitar playing, and lyrics are pretty much exceptional. The lines above are from one of my favorite songs from the live "Mystery White Boy" cd. In an hour, I'm going to go the resort I used to work at and inquire about possible bar tending. I worked at this place for years and it was a lot of fun. I guess this thinking about the past might be one of the reasons that I zoned in on this song.

Do you remember the people who loved Nirvana and then disowned them when they became regular radio favorites? The same observation could be made about countless artist/audience interactions that continue to take place forever. I've always enjoyed commenting on this, trying to remain above the fray, yet always happy to acknowledge my self-assigned ability as a musical meteorologist. Well, I heard that Buckley/Cohen's "Hallelujah" was being covered on American Idol (I think that I heard this late, through itunes in fact, so I guess that my antennae trend tracking equipment are broken).

As much as I don't mind a Monday, I'm a little salty about the fact that probably the most straight-up beautiful Buckley recording has been soiled by the indiscreet glissando monsters of AI. I know that Buckley's version is just that, a version of Leonard Cohen's words. I've heard Willie's version and Rufus's, but I don't know if I'm ready for an AI interpretation. Shooooooooot. (To anybody that's reading, the egotistical nature of blogging just hit me--talk about a soapbox. I say again, shooooooooooooooooooooot.) Into the future! Enjoy Jeff Buckley!