It’s another foggy, Grey day in Santa Barbara. Yesterday the sun never came out at all. Of course, with Hurricane Wilma - the latest in the alphabetical onslaught that has ravaged the planet this season - bearing down on Florida, I don’t have much room to complain.

I heard that the next hurricane of the season will be named using Greek letters, since we’ve burned through our alphabet already. That reminds me of Stephen Wright’s question: “Why is the alphabet in that order? Is it because of that song?”

I wonder if they had a similar song in ancient Greece. Alpha Beta Gamma Delta Epsilon Zeta Eta Theta Iota Kappa… Man, that song would have a strange melody.

A grey day is a good excuse to be lazy, especially on a Sunday. I’m watching TV, switching back and forth between NFL football and Grand Prix ladies figure skating. I’m trying to figure out which one is manlier to watch. Traditional logic might suggest football is the manly man’s choice of Sunday television entertainment. But think about it. Is it more natural for a heterosexual male to want to watch a bunch of sweaty men smash into each other or watch graceful women spin around in little revealing costumes?



The truth is I don’t really care which one people think is manlier to watch. There are entertaining aspects of each. I do what I want.

Last night I spent a large part of my evening listening to a bunch of selections from among 200 versions of Adios Nonino by Argentinean composer Astor Piazzolla. Check out this haunting tango. Be sure to listen to some of the orchestral versions.