Crazy.
What them Jews and Arabs is doin' over there just ain't Christian.

Not Just Me
So other folks were bothered by this too.

Swimming
I've been swimming laps on my lunch breaks at an outdoor pool on campus. This pool isn't - strictly speaking - an "athletic" facility. It's run by student housing, but staff and faculty can use it too. It has a single rope down the middle dividing it into a lap-swim half and a play-in-the-water half. I've been over there recently when there were kids in the other half playing Marco Polo. Today I was resting between sets and there was a toddler in the other part of the pool screaming his head off. It went on and on and on. I launched into a lap of the crawl and the toddler and his screams disappeared. I was alone in a silent world of water and dappled sunlight.

A Tragedy
I just found out about this. Great, a new reason to be concerned about Islamic fundamentalism. Like we don't have enough right-wing freaks in this country.

Quite A Shock
Friday evening I mentioned the death of Syd Barrett to Rob. To my disbelief, he said he didn't know who that was. Rob was into rock in the seventies and he got see some of the era's Godheads perform live. I couldn't believe he'd never heard of Barrett. He said the oldest Pink Floyd album he was familiar with was Meddle.
Thus began a quest to familiarise Rob with some of Barrett's music. Later Friday night I tried downloading some songs from Barrett's solo album The Madcap Laughs. But Rob's dial-up internet connection is so sketchy I couldn't stay connected long enough to get anything accomplished.
So on Saturday afternoon we went by the only record store in that town, which happened to be a Sam Goody's. I'd been in this store before and pronounced it wretched. I wasn't very hopeful that they would even have one of the early Pink Floyd albums with Barrett on it.
I checked the Pink Floyd section first. There were about a dozen copies of Delicate Sound of Thunder and Final Cut, those latter-day pseudo-Floyd albums, and an obligatory copy of Dark Side of the Moon. Amazingly, I couldn't believe it, they had a single copy of Piper at the Gates of Dawn. I bought it.
They did not have either of Barrett's solo albums. No surprise there.
Saturday night a grand time was had - at least by me - at reacquainting myself with that early psychedelic classic. I think it has to grow on Rob.