3. not about running, not about the weather

People in New York are so '80s, aren't they? I'm watching a video from one of their recent Saturday street closures - the people are in the street doing aerobics, rollerskating, walking their dressed-up dogs. They are smiling and enthusiastic. It's like so '80s - it's like the '80s never stopped.

In other '80s news, I've become somewhat obsessed with '80s music this summer. I've been watching '80s videos on youtube and they are SO FABULOUS. Poison and David Lee Roth, of course, are pure genius, with their spandex, huge hair, synchronized sidesteps, and tranny makeup. (David Lee Roth could jump real high.) The music is brilliant, as are the lyrics. ("C.C., pick up that guitar and, uh, TALK to me, yeeeuh.")

I've also been listening to Madonna. Here's a story: when I was in fifth grade, my best friend, my big sister, and I flew to New Jersey. There, we were introduced to leg shaving, the ocean, peach and mint green interior decorating schemes, french-cut bathing suits (Jennifer and I got matching ones, pink and purple, but she was not allowed to wear hers when we got back to Idaho), and Madonna. True Blue is the best album ever (sometimes). Ever! (Also on that trip, we ate pickles and climbed up the Statue of Liberty, and someone puked in a gutter. [Maybe that was me.] [I think it was.])

Anyway, the other day I also watched a T'Pau video - remember her black eye shadow? So cool! Also, Paula Abdul. I'm going to request Milli Vanilli on the radio today. My sister should knit me some legwarmers this winter.

(Time to make an '80s-buttrock-themed seeqpod playlist.)

(Ayyyvry rose has its thone, just lak ayvry not has its doune, just lak ayvry cowboa sings his sad sad sowng, ayvry rose has its thone.) (Yeah, it does.)

(Sorry, I can't stop.)