Life Imitates...

In these waning months of my 30s, I've begun to watch DVDs from the show thirtysomething. Back in my university days, I loved the show's crisp writing. My roommate Chris on the other hand found the characters shrill, and used to call it eightysomething. This time around, I began to feel he was right, yet after a few episodes I found it frighteningly... pertinent.





On the turntable: Johnny Griffin, "Birds & Ballads"