Blue Alert

Writing once again following a late night of work, this time a twelve hour shift, which started yesterday at 3 PM and finished today at 3 AM, and Cohen's velvet paramour, Anjani's CD Blue Alert is playing in the background. I bought this acclaimed album as a Mother's Day gift for my own mother but not before first clandestinely ripping a copy onto my computer. Every song is crafted with a refreshingly adult maturity, originality, thoughtfulness, beauty, frankness, heartfelt incisiveness and wit, instead of the usual pyrotechnics and chagrin of most immature pop albums these days.

As for books I'm reading Suskind's original, sardonic novel called Perfume, about a twisted, murderous loner's demonic Grail quest to create the greatest, most spiritual perfume in smelly eighteenth-century France.