You just get back on the bull

At work, we have picked up a sports channel and have all been asked to learn at least one sport. I have picked bull riding, because heck yes I want to get paid to watch bull riding and to be able to break out bull riding trivia at parties. My current favorite bull is named Chik'N Fried, which is mostly the reason he's my favorite, but he also seems to be a fearsome and tricky bull. Also, some of the bulls sometimes go by psuedonyms for sponsorship reasons, so they will come out named after a company that vulcanizes rubber or something. But they are just being coy and are secretly this other bull which we all recognize and respect. These are some of the things I already know about bull riding that I might say at a cocktail party.

Item: I need to hold a cocktail party.

Also, I know the audio number for Bloomberg Television by heart and have the congressional switchboard on my cell phone, both of which make me feel like an insider.

Lots of bad news yesterday. Friends fired, friends' children in hospitals, the sudden demise of Chad's cat (son of my old and as far as I know still alive cat Scarface). Ciro made me carrots for dinner, which I am not used to liking but like a lot when he makes them. I played some classical guitar pieces because my fingerstyle is getting rusty (I've mostly been strumming lately) and because I miss classical music. (I mostly listen to music in my car, and the dynamic range of most cultivated music makes it function badly in that environment.)

I made a salad of grilled grapefruit and blood oranges. It looks like alien food.