Flaming Lips-Burning Knee...

I didn't go work out Thursday. Instead I spent the evening with a guy named Mo who talked a lot about the Toyota Prius (more about that in a second). Friday night I didn't work out because Katie, Nanda, and I made our way to the Zoo Amphitheater here in OKC to see one of our favorite local bands, The Flaming Lips. After standing in one spot for five hours, my left knee began to ache a little. Just ever so slightly. Saturday I didn't work out either. I worked at Yukon Recycles for three hours, and then went to the church to help out on some maintenance projects. Then lastly I went with Katie to pick up her new Prius. At the end of the evening last night I realized the pain was still there.



Have I worked out today? No. While at church service this morning I noticed my left knee hurting yet again. But it's only noticeable when nothing else is distracting me from thinking about it. Of course I'm not positive but I believe this is due to the concert Friday night. My hope is that the pain (though slight) will be gone by Monday around noon so I can go jogging and take advantage of the cool weather. I need to get back into the gym soon too. My plan is to begin to hit the gym every day now with alternating days of weight training and cardio training. All of this, of course, is contingent on my knee feeling just fine.

But boy was that concert great. During the opening number, Katie turned to me and yelled, "It's so pretty!" I laughed, because just 20 or 30 seconds beforehand I had been thinking the exact same thing to myself. I think the Flaming Lips put on the most visually interesting show I've ever been to. We saw them in 2003 at the OKC Coca Cola Center and were just blown away. This show was equally as good. If you've never been to see them, make an effort to rectify that. You won't be sorry.



On a side note, today Katie and I watched the documentary "Fearless Freaks" about the band, and couldn't help but notice that the filmmaker shows the street signs of the intersection where lead singer Wayne Cayne lives. And it is exactly 1.72 miles from our house here in OKC. I don't know why it strikes me as so weird that a famous rock musician should live in an area of town just 4 minutes from me. And that the house that he lives in is in what almost everyone I know would call a bad part of town. On our way to Katie's grandmothers for dinner this evening we decided to do a drive-by viewing. And there in the middle of the street, with no guard dogs, or privacy fence is Wayne's house, quiet and simple and small.

We had a little quiet moment in the car a little after that and I thought to myself. "Wow! I have more respect for this guy than any other famous person I can think of at the moment." That feeling hasn't worn off.