Thursday miscellanea #387

Most of my knowledge of Chicago, the band, has been of its competent-but-unremarkable pop music. “Hard to Say I’m Sorry”? Remember that one? That kicked off a dozen pop hits through the rest of the ’80s, all decent but none particularly memorable. I know of early Chicago, but only the biggest singles. So what did I do last night? Well, I’m a mature enough listener now to enjoy that first Chicago album top to bottom. (And a couple others. I bought the debut, the second album, and VI to begin. Having a blast so far.)
Pocono got rained out on Sunday, so they rescheduled it to Monday. It’s one of only two 500-mile races on the IndyCar schedule. Did I take off work to watch it? Yes. Yes, I did. I enjoyed it very much, though it deserved a more interesting winner than Will Power. So glad Helio Castroneves was OK after this bizarre pit road accident. Another inch or two and he’d have been killed.
If you’ll cultivate a taste for black coffee, you’ll be happy anywhere there is coffee. Plus, black coffee pairs so well with dessert. Yin. Yang. Got me?
As I type, we are inside ten days until the first Alabama game of the 2016 season. Are you ready? Does it feel real to you yet?
Well, it doesn’t feel all the way to me yet because we still have this cheese dip weather. I hope September is kind.
Dad burned Jenny and me out on lemon chicken in 1982 (immediately post-divorce). I discovered last night that I’m still not over this. I guess if it’s persisted 34 years, it may be lifelong.
The common lionfish is a devastating invasive species in the Gulf of Mexico. It has a voracious appetite, and nothing eats it. Is a lionfish-zapping robot the answer?

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