I Don't Suppose Anyone Has A Videoclip Of Larry King Leading A Conga Line

Nothing extraordinary to report, nevertheless, a few things I consider worthy of mention:

End Of The World, Part 12
Thursday the Iranian President is scheduled to appear Larry King, and Friday will be the season premiere of the final season of "Smallville". No possible connection, unless you've been following my blogs. I will see if this possible connection takes on significance.

Look Both Ways Before Smashing Into Something
Recently someone who may have been Sheryl Crow behaved in traffic a little like the person I recently mentioned in a blog article for having looked like Eric Clapton on the day his new album was announced. You may want to put on the brakes here, go to Archive.Org, search for Volume 4 of my collected blog articles, then search for Sheryl Crow and Eric Clapton there (you may particularly want to note that Crow will apparently be big on Clapton's upcoming new release). But back to the recent traffic thing - I was at the light to the on-ramp to the 134 on my way to work, the light turned green, however, up came Sheryl Crow (or someone one would think of as her) in the on-ramp diamond line and so didn't have to stop. I behaved appropriately, but I always see that protocol as an accident waiting to happen. I'm glad it is incredibly rare when that on-ramp diamond lane car that doesn't stop vies for the road space of the car that did and then got a green light. I first got my driving license by practicing driving in the car of and accompanied by a woman whose image Clapton put on the inside album jacket of "Slowhand" on my account, so it is important for me to assess the driving of these people, you understand. She also knew (knows?) Paul McCartney, who drives well, last I saw, but I believe I digress.

I recently was provided an opportunity to join in on a Facebook discussion that had Will Lee as a participant. Will Lee is part of Letterman's houseband. This is interesting in that a recent blog article of mine referred to Sheryl Crow in relation to Letterman. I had nothing to contribute to that discussion, and for some strange reason I allowed that fact to be the basis for my choosing not to say anything. I do enjoy Will Lee's impression of a person tortured by Dick Cheney that we occasionally get to see on Letterman. Will Lee also played on a Lennon recording. (I imagine this is a digression for those appreciating the generally non-Beatles quality of this blog article.)

Always Place The Fork To The Left Of The Bishop
Recently Regis on Fallon did his usual secret inside reference for my benefit regarding someone I once knew who is also someone to whom Regis once introduced himself. Fallon participated in it (Fallon is a friend of Drew Barrymore, whom I've mentioned in blog articles, recently, in fact) and I think it was quite entertaining all around.

File Under Bulletin Board
I recently noticed that the woman I once knew whose image was on Clapton's "Slowhand" inside album jacket on my account (she's not the one in the photo showing Clapton kissing, that's Linda McCartney) has on her Facebook Info page something I recognize as being part of a line from the title song of my "Enough To Eclipse" CD (available at CD Baby). She seamlessly worked part of my song line into something about something, and you'd never know. Clapton once married George Harrison's ex-wife (could be I'm digressing again). I merely wish to acknowledge something that jumped off the page as far as I'm concerned, and don't believe I'm expressing an opinion.

Why Don't You Pour It In Jar
And finally, this videoclip regarding the Coen Brothers' "A Serious Man" in relation to my 1990/1992 video, "Steinhoff's Dostoyevsky's 'Uncle's Dream'" (posted at Google Video in 2005, and later posted at Archive.Org) requires an appreciation of the fact that certain ideas can emerge from a collective effect that aren't visible when seen with a piecemeal perspective. You might actually feel I'm dreaming to think this videoclip has anything serious, in response to which I might actually feel you can't be serious to believe I'm dreaming, and there we are, at the beginning of World War III.