Are we rolling, Bob?

Now that Beowulf is over, all I can think about is "I'm Not There"--the new Bob Dylan high-art biopic. Which would be as good a thing to write on your grave as any, now that Johnny took "That boy could sure eat some beets."

Right now I'm watching Scorcese's documentary about Bobby called "No Direction Home: Bob Dylan" in which Bobby observes, when reflecting on his relationship with Joan Baez (who, by the way, can really sing), "You can't be wise and in love at the same time." Which I think holds some water. I mean, it's not like the guy can't spin a phrase.

In a minute, Bobby's gonna go electric, so I need to get back to the TV.