I hate mornings.
I've always hated mornings.
And on the way to work early one morning last week, I heard something on the radio that I just wasn't awake enough to deal with.
In a near-breathless tone usually reserved for tragedies, the faceless talking head said that a study showed today's high school students don't study a whole lot. In fact, even the best students only study for an average of an hour or so a day.
Someone actually got paid to tell us that high school students don't spend their afternoons with their noses buried in textbooks.
I'm shocked at the sheer number of studies there are out there telling us things that are so obvious.
Take, for example, the following:
A study released earlier this month that said Atlanta is losing the gridlock battle. Really? I hadn't noticed when it takes you two hours to make a 25-minute trip. I thought it was part of a "stop and smell the exhaust fumes and gunpowder" promotion.
A study that said obesity is linked to bad knees. What? You mean that if I lost 50 lbs. my right knee wouldn't throb in pain as much? Gee, why hadn't I thought of that?
A study that said women with friends handle life's hurdles better. You know, this one really just doesn't make sense. It is hard to believe a scientist could actually prove that by sharing their feelings with someone, a woman could better deal with problems. Surely, that finding is based on made-up data.
A study that proved people who exercise are healthier. You don't say? I thought sitting behind a computer, guzzling Mountain Dew and eating potato chips would give me a fit tennis body. (Actually it did. And, if you look hard enough, there are pictures to prove it. Of course, "fit" is in the eye of the beholder.)
I hope the next study we see says there are too many dadgum studies out there. But that may be the one thing that is too obvious to study.
If you've never been, make sure you make time to stop by the Blind Willie Blues Festival this weekend. The event is truly a jewel in our local crown and will only grow through the dedicated efforts of people like Don Powers who's love of music is overshadowed only by their love of this community.
Honestly, I had never been until last year, when I spent most of the day hobnobbing and listening to music.
I left with a new appreciation for the blues and a couple of CDs added to my "to buy" list -- including the Red Stick Ramblers.
Speaking of adding to my playlist, I'd encourage anyone to check out a band out of Texas called the Eli Young Band. A little honky-tonk. A little bluesy-rock. The result is something you don't hear very often.
And a couple of years from now you can tell everyone you were listening to them before they hit it big.