electric relaxation

I’ve slowly been plodding my way through No Direction Home, Martin Scorcese’s lauded documentary about the life and times of Bob Dylan. It originally aired on PBS a few months ago, and Lisa even TiVO’ed it for me; unfortunately, I need a certain concentration, a super-saturation of boredom permeating my atmosphere as an impetus to embark on these voyages of self-improvement, and Albany is one of those mystical places that furnishes this necessity (the others that I know of thus far are of course Salem, OR and Las Colinas Boulevard in Irving, TX).

At any rate, the film is excellent, if for nothing other than the fantastic soundtrack. What’s more, it helped me successfully if belatedly connect the cultural dots in a passage from one of my favorite books: “How many roads must a man walk down?” is the opening line from a famous Bob Dylan song.

P.S. I remained purposely vague in the description above, since of the two people who actually read this stupid blog, one of them still hasn’t read the books in question.