Web Log Entry #0038, Wednesday, January 29, 2003: Day 72
Anchorage Sunrise: 9:29am Sunset: 4:56pm High Temp: 31° Low Temp: 24° From my Eat/Work/TV/Sleep lifestyle, I can't talk about the interesting parts of work and I won't drone on about the boring bits. Telling you about what TV I watch could be almost as personally revealing as describing my dreams, which nobody needs to hear. My non-work daylight hours get devoted to shopping and errands, which means driving around Anchorage. So I spend a lot of time thinking about driving, since there isn't much else to do when I'm driving, because the car only has AM radio. Who MAKES an AM-only car radio any more and WHY? Is this through some agreement with the Department of Corrections, so these cars are given as punishment? How much does one save by making a non-FM radio? Like $2.53? It's so bad, I've heard stories of thieves breaking into cars that have only an AM radio and they LEAVE an AM/FM radio out of pity. If you think choices are bad with FM where you are, try finding something in Anchorage in the AM spectrum that doesn't reduce your intelligence (if not cause outright brain damage). Since I don't like listening to sports, news, or talk radio as I drive, my choices are severely limited. The one station that plays music has a library of about thirty "hits" from the last century. They play four songs I like. A number are tolerable, and the rest are annoyingly sappy. Now, is it just me, or are the sappy songs from before 1970 MUCH MORE annoying than the sappy songs from the 70's? (I'd compare more current sappy songs, but I don't think they own any.) Not that the sappy songs from the 70's are that good. They still make me want to pound my head with my own shoe. The older songs just seem worse. (Apologies to anyone who actually likes Frank Sinatra, Bobby Darin, etc.) I should probably just leave the radio off and sing to myself. That may keep me from uncharitable thoughts about how Alaskans drive.
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