Strange Weekend

Jeez, this weekend has been quite eventful. First John Edward's big confession, then the erupting war in Georgia, the death of Bernie Mac, the bus crash near Houston, the stabbing and death of an American tourist in Beijing, the death of Isaac Hayes, the bombing in Xinhua, etc... Is this normal? It's so strange that everything happens all at once. Does it ever seem like bad events are concentrated into one week? Maybe it's just me (probably).

So whenever I am sad (like during this weekend), I always like to peruse Francis Bacon's works. I don't know why -- it just makes me feel better. Maybe because it feels a bit cathartic for me -- his paintings just reminds me how tortured he was during his life. It comes off the canvas very raw and intense. I guess I like to know that I'm not alone in feeling so sad a lot of the time, but I have no reason to justify this sort of depression, unlike Bacon, who suffered most of his life -- with his health, sexuality, etc... This one is my favorite: Bacon's "Triptych - August 1972"

Anyway, the Olympics were pretty exciting today -- I watched weightlifting (wow, those women are very strong, but that event is kind of scary to watch because their eyes are so intense and their veins pop out of their necks), some swimming, basketball this morning, gymnastics (all the girls have such muscular thighs....), but I missed synchronized swimming (!!!) because I was at the gym -- SUCKS!

OH YES! I almost forgot! HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Asmitha and Bethany! They are two awesome ladies.