the jack diamond morning show

I've gotten hooked on the Jack Diamond Morning Show. Listening to them gab happily amongst themselves as I speed down the freeway every workday morning has become something of a routine for me.

What I like about the show is the dynamics of the show. There's an older guy - Jack. There's a younger guy, Jimmy. And there's a woman in her late 30's or early 40's - Erica Hillary (one of those last name as first names). And they're just a bunch of fun, decent people who are extremely talented and gifted speakers, but are also mindful of what they say. They don't try to say outrageous things just to be "cool" or "different" or extremely radical.

I once heard them interview Kevin Federline and they poked good natured fun at him. However they were never nasty, whether during the interview or afterwards, when they commented on the interview. I think that it was a deliberate choice on their part to not use nastiness as the drawing spot for their show, aka Simon Cromwell style.

This morning, they were poking fun at the fact that Erica Hillary's 13 yr old son was gleefully pushing his mom to have the "TALK" with the 8 yr old sister. The talk of course being about S-E-X. The impetus for this was because the little girl observed these teeangers go at it in the bushes in a park, and they were not holding back. So naturally the girl was very curious and kept wanting to ask questions about it. And Erica Hillary recounted bewilderedly, "And my son was like, 'I think you need to start talking. I'm interested in hearing about what you THINK you know about this topic." Of course everyone starts ribbing her about the fact that maybe her 13 yr old son knows more about sex than she does. It's mostly lighthearted stuff, especially good for a cheerless morning like today's.

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Recently I've taken to singing James Blunt's song, You're Beautiful, to myself. Two reasons. One, the lyrics are easy to sing and repeat. Anything more complicated would be above my ability to remember and sing along. Secondly, something in the song resonated with me. I feel that there is a very simple yearning in that song and it's not just directed at some random girl that one happens to encounter in a crowd, I feel that it's a simple yearning for a love that is and will always be unattainable. The sad part is, you get a glimpse of that possibility only to realize that you are getting a glimpse of what can never be yours.

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Had a dream last night where I turned in my exam completely unmarked. I realized what an idiot I was and went to the teacher to ask for my exam back so that I could complete it. Then with the clock ticking, I finished it as best as I could and returned it to the teacher again. I got a 25/30. And my mother was sitting next to me and she was a student in the class too. And I resisted the feeling of being competitive and wanting to check out what SHE got on her exam. It was a ridiculous feeling for me, to be in competition with my own mom. Also, I was completely out of character in the dream. I was loud, obnoxious, impulsive. I said whatever I felt like in the class. The class seemed really rowdy too. All of us were opening and closing our mouths, expelling random words into the air but it is unclear whether anyone bothered to listen to anyone else. We were like a bunch of baby birds in a nest, beaks opening and closing, chirping shrilly for attention, oblivious to everyone else.