That's novel.

I would be remiss if I didn't update while riding the bus. That's pretty fun.

When I graduated from college, I promised myself that I would not take Greyhound again, ever. It sucked so hard. They were always on the verge of losing my luggage (there was one particular incident where that would have had happened had I not been keeping an eagle eye on my belongings). I'd taken at least four trips with more than 1000 miles, so I was really weary of using such lackluster services.

Well, Greyhound has updated. After fifteen to twenty years, that's good to know. :) They've brought in a new fleet of vehicles, which are decked out in leather (or pleather, probably); also, there are electrical outlets & mobile wi-fi.

A girl could come to like this.

*sigh*

When I was in college, I headed two hours of radio time. The music was eclectic & when I tried to describe it on the air, I would call much of it "my father's music". My dad's musical taste is certainly instilled in me.

One album I used to listen to all the time growing up was Brasil 88 by Sergio Mendes. In particular, the second song of the first side (it was an LP, of course) captivated me. If you ever get a chance to listen to "Waters of March" by Mendes, don't pass it up.

Not that I have any money for such frivolous purchases at the moment, I decided to look up the album on Amazon anyway. The CD (imported) is selling for $74--used. It's nearly $100 new.

Guess I won't be hearing that song any time soon.