When I was a kid, I spent a lot of time going through my dad's record collection. I guess most of you are too young for that. I was always happy to find album covers or liner notes with naked women, as I didn't have many resources for that kind of thing.

It was actually extremely important to me, now that I think about it.

The Who's "Quadrophenia liner notes were pretty aces, but the naked black lady on the cover of Santana's "ABRAXAS" still has a primal power over me I don't really understand.

I wonder where that particular woman is now. If she's being true to herself, she's probably pleasing and being pleased in a perfect, balanced cycle.

The album artwork of my parents' generation was a Hail Mary from Arcadia that bounced off my forehead and fell to the ground. I was oblivious to everything, and now I just sit and wonder when I'll finally get the one perfect e-mail from Olivia that solves all my problems and closes the laptop of my mind.