Cheap Trick's Authorized Greatest Hits CD was in my car CD player for all of February, with 9 Great Hits, and 7 Songs I Don't Like All Lumped at The End Thank You Cheap Trick.
At one point I went home and sang "If You Want My Love" to Mac the Dog. I got to "I won't throw, your love, a-wayyyy ... oooo!" He howled along on the "oooo." It's an excellent sing- screech-along CD.
So I sang myself out with Cheap Trick, admitted I cannot sing, decided to listen, and switched Cheap out with my new Art of Time Ensemble CD featuring the-former-lead-singer-of-BNL, Steven Page. (After his solo album comes out this summer I shall call him the-former-lead-singer-of-The-Art-of-Time-Ensemble.)
Evidently The Art of Time Ensemble will pick a favorite Canadian recording singer, ask him or her to choose songs to cover, and play new arrangements of the music while the singer sings. I say "evidently" because I cannot say "definitively" because The Art of Time Ensemble does not have a Wikipedia page. I swear they still exist. The CD is on Wikipedia, and in my car, I can prove it.
Every day I have picked a favorite song I set on Repeat. Last Friday it was The Divine Comedy's "Tonight We Fly," a perfect song to hear when I top my favorite hill. ("Tonight we fly / over the mountains, the beach and the sea ... and when we die/ Oh, will we be that disappointed or sad / If heaven doesn't exist / What will we have missed / This life is the best we've ever had.")
On the other hand, yesterday and today it was "I Want You" originally by Elvis Costello. Not easy listening. Pain listening. Intense emotional pain listening. Here, listen. Scroll to the bottom and listen to the I Want You sample. And why would I want to listen to a betrayed man snarling about his betrayal? Because I spent all day yesterday and today studying this:
PACs (planned amortization class) are CMOs insulated from prepayment risk by "swing" tranches called companions or support bonds, which are retired before PACs if prepayments are high, and after PACs if prepayments are low.
Can I hear a woo-hoo. I don't think I can be faulted for listening to emotional songs, or for assuming every Prius in my rear-view mirror is accelerating toward me, or for taking a break to alert my office that Lindsay Lohan is suing E*Trade because we are supposedly all accusing her of being a milkaholic. (I assume her lawyers are bored as well.)
I realized today that when people are bored with work, they seek out emotion and drama. So, from that analysis, what do we know? We know we need to get Gary into a more exciting job. I'll be just like Gary after a few more weeks of studying, and then I'll come home and gesticulate wildly about the "dismembered foot" (shoe) I saw on the side of the highway past my favorite hill.