HARPO(ist) Studios

i watch oprah every morning. every single morning, pretty much. i have mixed emotions about this, but i think oprah is more good than evil; anyway, it's a nice part of my morning routine.

refusing to think i am one of the masses, i am watching it with narrative amazement. today is one of those various-theme shows, a mixed bag of loose ties, video, and guests. just now, there is a classical harp player on, and oprah casually mentioned that she listens to track one of this dude's cd every day. the song is a base-line of harp accompanied by three women and a soulful male lead who sings "The Lord is my Shep" (Psalm 23, I think?) over the plunking. this guy has no idea that his life is going to explode in the next day by the cult of oprahs who will now flood barnes and nob and amazon for their new addiction to harpin'.

but what about me? i've also been convinced i need a non-teflon stock pan (addressed), that a burger sounds delicious even though it is 9:54am and i don't really eat red meat (eaten), and that i should start watching grey's anatomy because mcdreamy is mcdreamy (true).

see, but i KNOW i'm being duped. right? right?
oh god, please tell me i'm not one of these women. i need to reee-lax! where's my harp cd?