Last night we went to see the Barenaked Ladies (again). They are touring this summer with Alanis Morissette. They put on a great show as usual.

I liked Alanis's first album a lot, but I haven't kept up with her since then so I wasn't sure what to expect. She sang very well and ran around the stage a lot but I couldn't help feeling like I was watching the whole thing on MTV. We had lawn seats and couldn't really see the stage, so we watched most of it on the large screen. I just didn't feel involved in the show the way I do when BNL performs. She came out to sing Call and Answer with them and it was so bizarre to hear one of my favorite songs sung by someone with a different but familiar voice.

She sang a lot of songs from her first album, Jagged Little Pill. I can remember listening to the song You Oughta Know driving on the 52 on the way to work in San Diego. I remember singing it while walking down the street in Bloomington, Indiana on the way to a Chinese food restaurant where they served tortillas for the mu shoo pancakes. (The horror!)

Albums I listened to a lot my first year in Indiana: Alanis Morissette, Jagged Little Pill; Jewel, Pieces of You; Jill Sobule, Jill Sobule. The only one I still listen to regularly is Jill Sobule.

Albums I listened to a lot my second year in Indiana: Barenaked Ladies, Barenaked Ladies, and, oh yes, Barenaked Ladies. Also, Dar Williams's The Honesty Room.

Listening to Alanis sing all those songs from her first album last night really brought back memories.

This weekend I went horseback riding for the first time. Chris had done some riding back in England, but that was many years ago. We just went to one of those places where the horses go at a slow walk down the trail and turn around again; they don't even need a rider telling them where to go.

My horse was named Lipps. She (he?) trotted a few times, which was very fun, but mostly she was the last horse in the pack. Chris's horse, Desiree, was more competitive and preferred to be at the front. We went down a steep path to the beach and went along there for a while, which was the best part.

On the way back our guide suddenly rode to the front and leapt off his horse. A horse had fallen down on the path. I'm not sure what happened, but they managed to get the horse back on its feet.

Afterwards, a guy tried to sell us some digital photos that he'd taken on our ride out (kind of like those pictures you get when you're on a roller coaster). We said sure, we'd take a CD. Well, he tried and tried but couldn't figure out how to burn one. So we said, fine, we'll take a couple of printouts. Another 20 minutes later, and again, no go. Has this guy ever sold a single picture? I wanted desperately to leap over to his side of the table and see if I could figure it out, but I refrained. We asked him a few questions, like "What's the resolution of the pictures on the CD?" and "How many megapixels does your camera have?" but he gave us blank stares. Now, these aren't questions I except everyone to know the answer to, but his job is selling us photos!

No luck there.