breaking news from hell this evening...: "i am now the owner of a bob dylan album," says the man in the wrinkle-free pants. this admission completes the scene, develops the picture: having perused 401 (k) info this afternoon, of the opinion that his parents have some good ideas, the speaker is now, for the record, officially old. (the album, for those interested, is blood on the tracks. i downloaded "tangled up in blue" the other day at work -- in what one might call "a simple twist of fate." or not. -- enjoyed it, sought other tracks from the album and decided to do the right thing and purchase it. it should be noted that "just like a woman" and "don't think twice, it's alright," other dylan tracks given a hearing, failed to pass.)