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Fighter jets are practicing for the air show tomorrow, flying low to the ground and making lots of noise and generally giving everyone in the Loop the willies.

I’ve decided that I’m not meant to spend the rest of my life in a big city. I don’t want to live in a small town, either. So it looks like I’ll be settling in a pleasant, mid-sized community. Joliet, here I come!

This summer has seen several albums released which are arguably comebacks by bands I count among my favorites. Last week, I purchased three of them: Orbital’s swan song The Blue Album, Macha’s Forget Tomorrow, and Codename: Dustsucker by Bark Psychosis. My reaction to all of them has pretty much been the same, and progresses thusly: “Well, this is pretty good so far. It doesn’t flat-out suck, like I was afraid it would.” Then: “This is a good track. I’ll add this to my Favorites playlist.” Then: “I just listened to this whole album all the way through, twice in a row, and it definitely made my day better.” And finally: “Holy shit. Can I somehow copulate with this album so we can have great-album babies?”

Speaking of great albums, I’m almost through my big fifty, for those of you still awake and keeping track. At first I was going to cut it off after I Can Hear The Heart (#43), since I felt like I’d written all there was to write about my junior year of college. Then I took a breath, listened to a few more favorites, and found that, lo and behold, my logorrhea had kicked right back into high gear. So there are a few left, and then I’ll put the whole thing to bed. The challenge with the remaining albums will be to somehow avoid my already heavily-trodden memoiristic Jeopardy! categories: London, The Year 1998, Wes & Mark, Grinnell, Bands I’ve Been In, Iowa City, and Potent Potables.

Overheard snippet of attorney’s phone conversation: “Why can’t you just pronounce John Kerry’s name like the rest of the country does?”