Just Wednesday

In a strange but exciting development this morning, I woke up at 5:30am and went to the gym. Even more exciting, I remembered the gym's location.

Jeff Goldbum also got up early today to work out, so we hung out together: Me on the elliptical machine, him on the floor below in red pants, not looking at me.

Aside from that massive news flash, the only other thing I wish to share today is that I stole a copy of the latest Newsweek from my eye doctor.* Stephen Colbert is the guest editor and reading this issue has made my day.

Favorite line so far: "I hadn't seen [the Iraq War] in the media for a while, and when I don't see something, I assume it's vanished forever, like in that terrifying game peekaboo."

*Nooo, I don't steal. I asked if I could have it--they had a stack.

It's this new Brooklyn-based band you've never heard of

I have somehow gotten into the habit of silently noting what song is on my IPod as I approach the office, and then quickly deciding whether or not I would admit that to someone if they were to ask “what are you listening to?” If the real answer could be potentially embarrassing, I then have to make up an answer so I’m prepared under all circumstances.

I should admit here that no one has ever asked me what I was listening to on my IPod. BUT…you have to be ready for the possibility that the truth might fly out of your mouth and you’ll forever be known as the person who listens to LL Cool J on the way to work.

That was just an example.