And all I am is holding breath

Lovely song. Sad song.
Can you tell I'm not much for working today?



I join the queue on your answer phone
And all I am is holding breath
Just pick up I know you're there
Can't you hear?
I'm not myself

Well, go ahead and lie to me
You could say anything
Small talk will be just fine
Your voice is everything
We owe it to love
And it all depends on you

So listen up
The sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out
I'm not over you yet
(It's love on the line, can you handle it?)

So how do I do normal?
A smile I fake
the "permanent way"
cue-cards and fix-it kits
Can't you tell?
I'm not myself

I'm a slow motion accident
Lost in coffee rings and fingerprints
I don't wanna feel anything but I do
And it all comes back to you

So listen up
"This" sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out
I'm not over you yet
(It's love on the line, can you handle it?)

Hear me out
Listen up
This time you gotta listen to me - yeah
Look at me straight
Just hear me out
Don't make me wait
I'm not myself
I can't take this
Love's on the line
Is that your final answer?

I join the queue on your answer phone
And all I am is holding breath
Just pick up, I know you're there...

So listen up
"This" sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out
I'm not over you yet
(It's love on the line, can you handle it?)

So listen up
"This" sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out
I'm not over you yet
(It's love on the line, can you handle it?)

So listen up
"This" sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out
I'm not over you yet
(It's love on the line, can you handle it?)

—Frou Frou, Hear Me Out

Forward from me Mum. Very funny.

Will all of this make Jack Benny come back?

Me Pops as a Tot.

How friggin' cute was me Dad?? Very, I say.

And awesome photo, eh? They just don't make cars like that anymore . . . or fences.

cuz flame and moth got a sweetheart deal

The moth don't care when he sees the flame
he might get burned but he's in the game
and once he's in he can't go back, and
beat his wings 'til he burns them black
no the moth don't care when he sees the flame
no the moth don't care when he sees the flame

the moth don't care if the flame is real
cuz flame and moth got a sweetheart deal
and nothing fuels a good flirtation
like need and anger and desperation
no the moth don't care if the flame is real
no the moth don't care if the flame is real

So come on let's go ready or not
cuz there's a flame I know hotter than hot
and with a fuse that's so thoroughly shot
away

the moth don't care if the flame burns low
cuz moth believes in an afterglow
and flames are never douzed completely
all you really need is a love of heat
no, the moth don't care if the flame burns low
no, the moth don't care if the flame burns low

So come on let's go ready or not
cuz there's a flame I know hotter than hot
and with a fuse that's so thoroughly shot
away

—Aimee Mann, The Moth

Behold, the messiah.

SCORPIO [October 23–November 21] The New York Times ran a story about philosopher Nick Bostrom. He believes there's a chance that our world is actually a computer simulation: You and I are living in a version of The Matrix. Our "brains" are merely webs of computer circuits created by our post-human descendants, who are studying "ancestor simulations" of their past. Scorpio, this is an excellent time for you to find out whether Bostrom is correct. Right now, you have a special talent for knowing what's real and what's not. You've also got a knack for escaping what's illusory and gravitating toward what's authentic. So even if you do find out that we're living in The Matrix, you could become a kind of messiah with resemblances to the character that Keanu Reeves played in the film trilogy.
—Rob Brezsny, Village Voice

But this moment is all I've got

Too many times, I have wondered
What all trying is for
You come around, I feel so down, I'm gonna drown
Because I know that you've fallen short

But do you know, It doesn't change
The way I feel about you at the end of the day
Because I know
That all I want is what you got
All I want is what you got

And too many times, I have wanted
To turn around and walk away
Knowing deep inside
You can't provide what I need from you anyway

But do you know, It doesn't change
The way I feel about you at the end of the day
Because I know
That all I want is what you got
All I want is what you got

I tell you that I wanna go, but I wanna stay
I tell you that I wanna go, but I wanna stay
I tell you that I wanna go, but I wanna stay
I wanna stay, I wanna stay, I wanna stay
But I know I'm gonna lose myself this way
I wanna stay, I wanna stay, I wanna stay
But I know I'm gonna lose myself this way

But do you know, It doesn't change
The way I feel about you at the end of the day
'Cause I know
That all I want is what you got
All I want is what you got
But this moment is all I've got
It's all I've got

—Susie Suh / All I Want

Looksie who I found.

She has a loverly voice, eh?





Me and you
I better laugh in 20 years from now
with some perspective and dedication
I will find somebody new

It better be someone special
He better be coming very soon
It better be for real this time
Oh I know, it always was with you

You or no one
I hope I'm wrong before I die of boredom
I want more than
days and nights when I amuse
myself alone

He better be someone special
He better be devoted just like you
It better be for real this time
Oh I know, it always was with you

Friends forever, oh no
another girl will change your mind
in less than half the summer
So before you fall in love, I wonder
when you asked for
something that I couldn't give you
more of
Me and you
I talk as if it's now but nothing is new

She better be someone special
She better be more in love than me
And if I was your brightest hour
she is now, as far as I can see

—Better Be, Anna Ternheim




Today must have been one of the strangest days
Some would say that you won’t find love that way
The best days are not planned by common sense
By lack of time
You just happen to be where everything feels fine

It’s a new secret I have found

From today I'll change my priorities around
I’m no longer in command, and people say
I’m off solid ground and you're to blame
But they don’t understand, people never do
It's confusing, I don’t expect them to

It’s a new secret I have found

Today must have been one of the strangest days
I found a place where I could stay
And people say that it will kill me,
But they don’t understand
People never do, but it makes sense to me
To be senseless to change my plans for you

It’s a new secret I have found

And I'm off solid grounds for you

—My Secret, Anna Ternheim

Another reason to not take up jogging.

That has got to bah-low, eh?

Jogger runs mile with rabid fox locked on her arm

Sigh. Of. Relief.

Totally and completely satisfied.

Smiled for the first time today! Yay! Go Joshua!

Happy Halloween.

The one highlight of this holiday . . .

Ol' Broccoli Face

Oh, tiny face in my broccoli . . .



WTF, BROCCOLI?

WTF BROCCOLI PART DEUCE.

Dressing on the side though.

This commercial REALLY made me laugh, Wednesday morning.

Look, it's been a long week . . .

It's true.

See more Natalie Portman videos at Funny or Die

Mush.

Senior Fug

VANESSA: Poor Ashley. She's like the Boring Meat in a sandwich made of Adorable Bread and no one wants to eat her. Or something. You know what I mean.

Thank God it's Friday. I think my brain is turning to mush.

Pray that I don't try to beat her

When's the next album, eh?



Is Sunday gonna be my day to take it easy
(make it all about me)
Maybe on Monday think about callin'
Maybe Tuesday we'll see how I feel
Sunday gonna be ma day to take it easy
(and make it all about me)
Maybe on Monday think about callin'
Maybe Tuesday we'll see how I feel

It's 9:30 in the mornin', I didn't sleep well again
Tossed all night long boy
Can't stand it when we fight like this
Here we go again so I have to be gone
Can't deal with the fallout
Gonna take a time out
I need to take the day off
Gonna gather my thoughts, gather myself
I need some time without you, without you

Is Sunday gonna be my day to take it easy
(make it all about me)
Maybe on Monday think about callin'
Maybe Tuesday we'll see how I feel
Sunday gonna be ma day to take it easy
(and make it all about me)
Maybe on Monday think about callin'
Maybe Tuesday we'll see how I feel

Maybe I'll just take a walk
A few blocks get a bite to eat
See a movie (but not a love story)
Try to get in the key, listen to some Stevie
What I need to do is go to church
And pray for that girl that got between us
Pray that I don't see her
Pray that I don't meet her
Pray that I don't try to beat her

Is Sunday gonna be my day to take it easy
(make it all about me)
Maybe on Monday think about callin'
Maybe Tuesday we'll see how I feel
Sunday gonna be ma day to take it easy
(and make it all about me)
Maybe on Monday think about callin'
Maybe Tuesday we'll see how I feel

What she says and what she does ain't no concern to me
She don't really need to be all up in my business
Baby you didn't really take the time to talk to me
You played me and betrayed me
Now I'm ready I need, I need Sunday . . .

Is Sunday gonna be my day to take it easy
(make it all about me)
Maybe on Monday think about callin'
Maybe Tuesday we'll see how I feel
Sunday gonna be ma day to take it easy
(and make it all about me)
Maybe on Monday think about callin'
Maybe Tuesday we'll see how I feel

—Heather Headley, Sunday

Cashews probably aren't great for you in massive quantities, huh?

1. I’m going to the gym tonight for the first time in three weeks. Healthy Muggins 2008 starts today!!

2. I scrubbed my bathroom last night, in lieu of my Mum’s arrival this weekend. Let’s hope I can keep it clean until Friday. (And then there are no rules.) I plan on scrubbing the kitchen SLASH office SLASH wardrobe area tonight. I heart living in a studio. Really. At least I’ll only have the East Wing to worry about for the rest of the week.

3. I’m itching to start drawing again. For fun, not work. I wonder what I’ll start with. Aren’t you on the edge of your seat?

4. There is a plastic bag of peanut M&Ms in my desk drawer (courtesy of the BFFFF who doesn’t know how to keep to oneself chocolate gifts) and they’re ALL I can think about. But Healthy Muggins 2008 is keeping me from reaching on in there and pulling them out. How’s THAT for self-control?? (I think I’m going to have a harder time tonight around the peanut butter cup ice cream in my freezer (courtesy of jerkface).) You people need to stop it!

5. Have I mentioned how excited I am about my Mam coming this weekend????? The plan (in order of “events”):
- couch
- pizza
- wine
- movie
- donuts
- flea market
- tea
- couch
- wine
- dinner
- couch
- wine
- Sarah’s circus
- brunch
- snack
- wine
- dinner
- wine
- movie
- breakfast
- movie
- lunch
- wine
- couch
- dinner
- wine
- cake
That about covers it. (This all, of course, falls under Healthy Muggins 2008. Naturally.)

6. Excellent to see you this afternoon, Goolia. How I’ve missed you, friend. See you in November, poppet.

Oh, the fun of burning books.

Oregon mom won't return library's 'Bunny Suicide' book

Taffey needs to settle down.

(I bet she's just upset about her name. Taffey?? Seriously?)

That smile be creepy.

Love.

Seriously, love.



I've been watchin' you from afar
For as long as I can remember
You are all a real man can need
And ever ask for, this is love
This is more than a crush

It was all up at Rutgers, I saw you with your man
Smiling, a coach bag in your hand
I was laying in the coup with my hat turned back
We caught eyes for a moment, and that was that
So skated off, as you strolled off
Looking at them legs, God damn they looked so soft (so fine)
I gotta take ya from your man, that's my mission
If his love is real he got to handle competition

You only knew you about 5 months (that's right)
Besides he drinks too much and smokes too many blunts
And I've been workin' out everyday thinkin' 'bout you
Lookin' at my own eyes in the rear view
Cathchin' flash backs of our eye contact
Wish I could lay ya on your stomach and caress your back
I would hold ya in my arms and ease your fears
I can't believe it, I haven't had a crush in years

Hey lover

Hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush

I see you at the bus stop waitin' everyday
Your man must think it's safe for you to travel that way
But I don't want to violate your relationship
So I lay back in the cut with a crush that's a trip
Still he can't stop me from having day dreams
Tounging you down with vanilla ice cream

Kissing on your thighs in the moonlight
Searching your body with my tounge girl all night
I wonder one day could it be, simple dreams can turn into reality
Our love would come down so naturally
We would walk down the aisle of destiny
What your man got his hustle on gotcha type scared
Break ya off a little chump change to do your hair
That seems to be enough to satisfy your needs
But there's a deeper level if you just follow my lead

Hey lover

Hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush

Last week I saw ya at the mall
Standing at the pay phone 'bout to make a call
I had a vision it was me on the other end
Telling you come by and then you walked in
I touched you gently with my hands
We talked about travelin' the distant lands
Escaping all the madness out here in the world
Becomin' my wife no longer my girl

Then you let your dress fall down to the floor
I kissed you softly and you yearned for more
We experienced pleasure unparallel
Into an ocean of love we both fell
Swimming in the timeless, currents of pure bliss
Fantasies interchanging with each kiss
Undying passion unities our souls
Togehter we swim until the point of no control

But its a fantasy it (that, you) won't come true
We never even spoke and your man (still) love you
So I'm gonna keep all these feelins inside
Keep my dreams alive until the right time

Hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush

Hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush

This is more than a crush
This is more than a crush
This is more than a crush
This is more than a crush

—LL Cool J / Hey Lover

I really can't stop laughing at this.

Ain't that the truth.

Love is not a victory march

Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Well Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
And she broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Well baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you?
And remember when I moved in you?
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Well maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who'd outdrew you
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

— Leonard Cohen / Hallelujah

#3, please.

So, like, on a scale of 1-10, a bacon, egg, and cheese on a roll is how bad for you??

Seriously. How bad?

Procrastination Device #27864038

This. Is. Amazing.

thisissand.com

Check out the gallery, too.

I had to steal a little time baby so I could spend it all on you

Look out baby
I'm in a dangerous mood
I done called up the bossman
Told him where to go
And just what to do

Call me crazy
But i did what I had to do
You can call me stupid
I just did what I had to do
I had to steal a little time baby
So I could spend it all on you
I parked the car down the street
And I unplugged the phone
So it would look just like
Ain't nobody home
I put a rose on your pillow
Where you lay your pretty head
I'm gonna rub your tired shoulders
Bring your dinner to your bed

Look out baby
I'm in a dangerous mood
I had to steal a little time baby
So I could spend it all on you

I'm gonna light a candle
Put the champagne on ice
And if one ain't enough
Well we'll just have to do it twice
I done made myself a will
And I've called my next of kin
'Cause I'm gonna love you over
And over and over
Again and again

Look out baby
I'm in a dangerous mood
I had to steal a little time baby
So I could spend it all on you

Look out baby
I'm in a dangerous mood
Look out baby
I'm in a dangerous mood
I just this one last paycheck baby
And I'm gonna spend every dime on you

—Keb' Mo' / Dangerous Mood

Scary.

Could the 'Bradley Effect' Hurt Obama?

Not preggers, but swollen all the same.

1. I saw 58 pregnant women on the way to work today. OK, maybe not that many . . . but a LOT nonetheless. What’s in the water around here?

2. I really need to get off the liquid crack, aka Diet Coke. I know I’ve brought it up before . . . but I’m serious this time. (Last 50 times, I was just having a laugh.) The stuff is no good. No good for you. I need to become a water addict. Easy enough. Although, I’m not ready to be preggers . . .

3. I need to become a whole hell of a lot better at keeping in touch with people. I just found out that a friend’s baby has three teeth now! Three! Teeth! The kid can now chew and I am still picturing him trying to focus his eyes. Not good friend business. At all.

4. Really need to kick-start Healthy Muggins 2008 at some point. I’m running out of time. Dinner last night: two glasses of Chenin Blanc, one everything bagel topped with butter and cheddar cheese, one ice cream cone stuffed with chocolate chip cookie dough. Yes, lovely and yummy. No, healthy and ideal. And this cold isn’t letting up so God knows when I’ll see the gym again. Feeling good. Feeling really good. Perhaps bloated and puffy will be IN this season. How ahead of the game will I be then? Very, my friends. Very.

When I reach those hills, boys, I'll never roam

A long time ago I left my home
For a job in the fruit trees
But I missed those hills with the windy pines
For their song seemed to suit me
So I sent my wages to my home
Said we'd soon be together
For the next good crop would pay my way
And I would come home forever
One more dime to show for my day
One more dollar and I'm on my way
When I reach those hills, boys
I'll never roam
One more dollar and I'm going home
No work said the boss at the bunk house door
There's a freeze on the branches
So when the dice came out at the bar downtown
I rolled and I took my chances
One more dime to show for my day
One more dollar and I'm on my way
When I reach those hills, boys
I'll never roam
One more dollar and I'm going home
A long time ago I left my home
Just a boy passing twenty
Could you spare a coin and a Christian prayer
For my luck has turned against me
One more dime to show for my day
One more dollar and I'm on my way
When I reach those hills, boys
I'll never roam
One more dollar and I'm going home
One more dollar
Boys I'm going home

—Gillian Welch / One More Dollar

Because I'm TOO excited . . .

Of COURSE I'm most excited about my Mam coming to see me (see her comment in the post below)!! I think I forgot to put it on the list as I'm SO excited, I can't think straight. Seriously.

Perhaps I should have replaced the Shepherd's pie bit with my Mam coming to see me. Both are English. Interchangeable, yes? And I certainly didn't end up making Shepherd's pie . . .

um, gotta go . . .

Damn, I'm fascinating.

Things I am looking forward to:

1. Anthony Hamilton concert, November 19.
2. Ani DiFranco concert, November 21.
3. Getting back into bed.
4. Sleeping in tomorrow.
5. Making Shepherd’s pie on Sunday.

5 things I am not looking forward to:

1. Being at work for the next 6 hours.
2. Spending another day with this ugly little cold.
3. Doing my laundry.
4. Going through my mail.
5. The bank taking back the $208.14 that has magically appeared in my checking account.

Obviously . . .

I have politics, namely McCain/Palin, on the brain. Mostly because I can't believe how badly McCain shot himself in the foot with this woman. I will not be voting Vag this election, that's fo' damn sure.

Satirrrrific. (I'm a tool.)

The Palindrome

Some highlights (mostly chosen because of the titles):

please dont die please dont die please dont die

And John seems so distracted! I tried to talk to him last night but he sort of looked at me sadly and patted me on the back and told a story about how he never thought he was ready to get shot down and spend five years in a prison camp but human beings are capable of amazing things and i wanted to be all like "WTF YOU JUST HAD TO SIT THERE AND NOT LAUNCH NUCULAR BOMBS' and i know it was hard but its beside the point because what was he thinking!?!?!?!?

What it was like to meat John McCain

But anyway, man, the highlight, besides Mrs. P's speech, of course, was meeting Mr. McCain, who was like totally old. Like way older than I expected. I don't know how that guy can do it everyday, man. He's like ancient. And like his arms were like stiff and couldn't really move real good. It was real awkward. But I guess that's what happens when you're like 100. Still, he was pretty cool, ya know. He totally talked straight to me, like when he pulled me aside and said, "Boy, you better not f*** this up for me or I will use your balls as hockey pucks, do you hear me?" That really kind of spoke to me in my own language.

Matt Damon? More like Matt Demon!

I was really hoping that if I was Vice President he and I could hang out, maybe have a couple of drinks, listen to some music. Nothing inappropriate (don't worry- Todd! You are the only one for me!), just two friends spending some time together, but I guess that isn't possible now :(

What the Brits think . . . (Yes, we should care.)

Flirting her way to victory
Sarah Palin's farcical debate performance lowered the standards for both female candidates and US political discourse

At one point, Michelle Goldberg pulls a quote from Palin from the debate. This is "how she responded to Biden's comments about how the middle class has been short-changed during the Bush administration, and how McCain will continue Bush's policies:"

Say it ain't so, Joe, there you go again pointing backwards again. You preferenced [sic] your whole comment with the Bush administration. Now doggone it, let's look ahead and tell Americans what we have to plan to do for them in the future. You mentioned education, and I'm glad you did. I know education you are passionate about with your wife being a teacher for 30 years, and god bless her. Her reward is in heaven, right? ... My brother, who I think is the best schoolteacher in the year, and here's a shout-out to all those third graders at Gladys Wood Elementary School, you get extra credit for watching the debate.

This just made me laugh out loud. What the fuck is she talking about???

If you didn't see this last Saturday, check out Tina Fey as Palin during the debate. I think my favorite part is when she pulls out the flute.

Fey as Palin continues to boost ‘SNL’ ratings

gobbledygook

Who You Callin’ a Maverick?

And have the faith I, I have in you

Definitely on my "Top 5" list.



Trust in me in all you do
Have the faith I have in you
Love will see us through
If only you trust in me
Why don't you, you trust me

Come to me when things go wrong
Cling to me Daddy, oh yeah, and I'll be strong
We can get along, we can get along
Oh, if only you trust in me

While there's a moon, a moon on high
While there are birds, birds to fly
While there is you, you and I
I can be sure that I love you

Oh, stand beside me, stand beside me all the while
Come on Daddy, face the future, why don't you smile
Trust in me and I'll be worthy of you

Oh yeah, yeah, why don't you, you trust in me in all you do
And have the faith I, I have in you
Oh, and love will see us through
If only you trust in me
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Why don't you, you come to me when things go wrong
Cling to me and, whoa, and I'll be strong
We can get along, we can get along
Oh, if only you trust in me
Yeah, yeah

—Etta James / Trust in Me

In repose.

Two of my favorite people.

He'll get his.

1. I’m standing at the bus stop this morning and the pricey $5-a-ride Wall Street bus pulls up. The only other person at the bus stop (Dude A) doesn’t get on and neither do I, but there’s another person (Dude B) running at the bus. The bus driver obviously sees Dude B because he makes no indication to pull away or close the door. Dude B gets to the bus door and before lumbering up the bus stairs, turns to Dude A and says “Thanks for nothing.”

What a guy. Definite Nutsack.

2. I’m so tired of hearing people with money talk about money. Tired. Of. It.

3. Do you think all of the aspartame in all of the Diet Coke I drink is going to kill me? Just wondering.

Phew, water.

I am half an hour away from heading to the gym for the second time in a week -- something that hasn’t been done in at least a month.

Two times in one week? I’m a friggin’ champ. You know it and I know it.

Seriously.

Just what I needed today.

SCORPIO [October 23–November 21] What reasons might you have to celebrate your own holy day? Why might you want to go off by yourself or with certain people and conduct a ritual that reinvigorates your knack for having fun? Here are some possible answers: 1) You're overdue for a break from everything you usually do; 2) You're hungry for the magic that happens when you take refuge in the sacred; 3) It's time to stop the world and jump off long enough to break the trance you're in; and 4) You would generate uncanny blessings by paying tender attention to your origins, returning to your sources, and examining the foundations of your life. —Rob Brezsny, Village Voice

1) Check
2) Check
3) Check
4) Word

People give your ears so I be sublime

We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
New York, NJ, N.C., VA
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Oaktown, L.A., San Fran, St. John

People give your ears so I be sublime
It's enjoyable to know you and the concubine
Niggaz, take off your coats ladies, act liike gems
Sit down, Indian style, as we recite these hymns
See, lyrically I'm Mario Andretti on the mo-mo
Luticrous, we speedy, or infectious with the slow-mo
Heard me in the eighties, J Beez on the promo
On my never endin quest to get the paper on the caper
But now, let me take it to the Queens side
I'm takin it to Brooklyn side
All the residential Questers to invade the way
Hold up a second son, cuz we almost there
You can be a black man and lose all your soul
You can be white and blue but don't crap the roll
See my shit is universal, if you got knowledge and dolo
Of delf for self, see there's no one else
Who can drop it on the angle, acute at that
So, do that, do that, do do that that that(come on)
Do that, do that, do do that that that(OK)
Do that, do that, do do that that that
I'm buggin out, so let me get back cuz I'm wettin niggaz
So run and tell the others cuz we are the brothas
I learned how to build mics in my workshop class
So give me this award, and let's not make it the last

We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Chinatown, Spokane, London, Tokyo
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Houston, Delaware, DC, Dallas

Back in '89, I simply slid into place
Buddy, buddy, buddy all up in your face
A lot of kids was bustin rhymes but they had no taste
Some said Quest was wack, but now is that the case
I have a quest to have the mic in my hand
Without that, it's like Kryptonite and Superman
So Shaheed come in with the sugar cuts
Phife Dawg's my name, but on stage, call me Dynomutt
When was the last time you heard the Phifer sloppy
Lyrics anonymous, you'll never hear me copy
Top notch baby, never comin less
Sky's the limit, you gots to believe up in Quest
Sit back, relax, get up out the path
If not that, here's the dancefloor, come move that ass
Non-believers, you can the steps
I roll with Shaheed and the brotha Abstract
Niggaz know the time when the Quest is in the jam
I never let a statue tell me how nice I am
Comin with more hits than the Braves and the Yankees
Livin mad phat like an over sized Bam-bi
The wackest crews try to dis, it makes me laugh
When my track record's longer than a DC-20 aircraft
So, next time that you think you want somethin here
Make somethin deffer, take that garbage to St. Elsewhere

We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
S.C., Maryland, New Orleans, Motown
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Chinatown, Spokane, London, Tokyo
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Houston, Delaware, DC, Dallas
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
New York, NJ, N.C., VA

—A Tribe Called Quest / Award Tour

Status (not via Twitter).

Mugwatch wants to go back to bed.

Mugwatch wishes these covers would design themselves.

Mugwatch is going to the Gap during her lunch break.

Mugwatch knows that shopping at the Gap is not in her budget.

Mugwatch realizes that buying the SATC movie wasn't in her budget either.

Mugwatch needs to put together a happiness budget and allot quite a bit of money to shopping.

Mugwatch has gotten off track.

Mugwatch really wants to go back to bed.

Joshua Robert

And now, more to love.

Who's with me??

SCORPIO [October 23–November 21]: Three enlightened teenagers I know have formed a gang called the Disciples. It's dedicated to plying the dangerous arts of humility, curiosity, and optimism. Here's their motto, which reveals how far they're willing to go: "We have no issues and no problems, but only questions." I urge you to start your own branch of the Disciples, Scorpio—or at least work on cultivating their approach. —Rob Brezsny, Village Voice

Here's a question:

Huh?

Sneaky.

All the deals I made don't matter if I can't just let you be.

I think I'll bag that trip for two
And pack it up to Kakadu.
Honey, it's not for the weather
Or the lack of loving you.
I got all this in between
Something I could not foresee.
All the deals I made don't matter
If I can't just let you be.

Gone again gone again
There ain't no way I'm gonna let this heart mend
Gone again

I walked in King's Cross for a while,
Gave a junkie girl a smile.
We both trade it in for danger
Or the company of strangers.
She said all her family
Was at the welfare agency,
Then she swindled my last twenty
For a kiss and some poetry.

Gone again gone again
There ain't no way I'm gonna let this heart mend
Gone again

If I don't make Kakadu,
I'll be at the Rainbow Room.
I'll be courting some disaster
With the Melbourne wrecking crew.
Honey, all this is to say
That every dog don't got its day,
If we take the love we're given
And we throw it all away.

Gone again gone again
There ain't no way I'm gonna let this heart mend
Gone again

—Indigo Girls / Gone Again

A Must See!

Go to this link: Lisbeth Jones Takes Ballet and Tap Lessons, Day One

My niece is the one who keeps wandering out of line.

She's a little genius.

Pull me out from inside

I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am taffy stuck and tongue tied
Stutter shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am fine
I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded and unfolded and unfolding
I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am fine
I am fine
I am fine

—Counting Crows / Colorblind

Hold me, wrap me up

For Kates.



Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
and needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Ouch, I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
Lost myself again and I feel unsafe

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
and needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
and needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

—Sia / Breathe Me

Because you're mine,

and . . . KEEEEEYYYCKKK!!



I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine,
I walk the line

I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each day is through
Yes, I'll admit I'm a fool for you
Because you're mine,
I walk the line

As sure as night is dark and day is light
I keep you on my mind both day and night
And happiness I've known proves that it's right
Because you're mine,
I walk the line

You've got a way to keep me on your side
You give me cause for love that I can't hide
For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide
Because you're mine,
I walk the line

—Johnny Cash / Walk the Line

Who knew?

Kermit the Frog and Christian Bale

This isn't effbook but . . .

Muggins is in absolute awe that her sister is thinking about which ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT episodes she is going to bring to the hospital when she goes into labor. As one needs SOMEthing to do while waiting for her spawn to arrive.



Word.

Liveblogging during Redskins/Giants game . . .

Fucking. Trainwreck.

Watch the eff out.

New Redskins present new problems for NY Giants

I got a feelin' called the blues

I got a feelin' called the blues,
Since my baby said good-bye
Lawd I don't know what l'll do
All I do is sit and sigh
That last long day she said goodbye
Well Lawd, I thought I would cry
She'd do me, she'd do you,
She's got that kind of lovin'
Lawd, I love to hear her
When she calls me sweet daddy

Such a beautiful dream
I hate to think it's all over
I lost my heart it seems
I've grown so used to you somehow
But I'm nobody's sugar daddy now
And I'm lonesome, I got the lovesick blues

I'm in love, I'm in love with a beautiful gal
That's whats the matter with me
I'm in love, I'm in love with a beautiful gal
But she don't care about me

Lawd I tried and tried to keep her satisfied
But she just wouldn't stay
So now that she is leavin'
This is all I say...

—Irving Mills and Cliff Friend / Lovesick Blues

What the hell . . . ?

I go away for six days and my 3-year old niece now has a dentist AND a boyfriend.

I repeat: What. The. Hell.

Pretty stupid.

But felt the need to post it anyhow . . .

Rule Breaker.

Dammit, dammit, dammit.

Feel ill.

On meeting the parents, advice from GMUM.

Darling,

I know you are going to meet the parents for the first time ever.

Smile prettily as much as you can.

Don't open your mouth in case you let slip any of your sl*ut chatter.

Don't belch, fart or anything else.

Your Ever Loving GMUM


Ain't nobody better than my Godmudder . . .
(or my Mam! I love you Mam! I love you Mam!)

that's the way love goes, it goes, it goes . . .

I'm listening to Janet Jackson Radio on Pandora.

It's quite fantastic.

I've been searching for a simple place - don't know if it exists

I've been working on a night train
Drinking coffee, taking cocaine
I'm out here on a night train
Trying to get us safely home

Well in a little country station
Somewhere out in the midwest
I see the people out there waiting
Heart beating in my chest

And I'm thinking about a woman
Who I would put no one above
I'm not looking to replace her
Just need someone to love

Well I'm out here on my night train
Drinking coffee, taking cocaine
I'm out here on a night train
Trying to get us safely home

And I'm living in the city
Where the noise, it never stops
How much pounding on the pavement
Whizzes from traffic cops

Nobody looks you in the eye here
Walking around with clinched fists
I've been searching for a simple place
Don't know if it exists

There's a sunrise out there calling my name
I can see her moving, I can see her moving

Well at a certain time of night, now
I'll become one with the wind
Where there isn't a beginning
And there is no end

Oh when everything is flowing
Everything is on time
And I know that we're all going
To the end of the line

Well I'm out here on my night train
Drinking coffee, taking cocaine
I'm out here on a night train
Trying to get us safely home

Well I'm out here on my night train
Drinking coffee, taking cocaine
I'm out here on a night train
Trying to get us safely home
Trying to get us safely home
Trying to get us safely home

—Amos Lee, Night Train

Good words.

Need some new reading?



If the sample poem on his blog is an example of the rest of the book, pre-order it now.

Yes, please!

Alarm Clock Wakes You Up With Bacon

And just so you know . . .

I have bitten the inside of my lip repeatedly over the last 24 hours. It has now become impossible to not bite it when eating (read: devouring) something. Wah. Boo. Poo. It hurts like a mother.

(What does a mother hurt like, you ask? Your Mom.)

I'm a hero . . . and I still hate yours.

SCORPIO [October 23 – November 21] You've been on a hero's journey, Scorpio, ever since you first realized that your destiny is unlike anyone else's, and that you have specific tasks to master as you pursue the long-term dreams that are uniquely meaningful to you. But like the rest of us, you sometimes lose sight of the big picture for months at a time. You may even be fairly happy as you focus on the daily details without any thought of where you'll be years from now. If that's the rhythm you've been in lately—and I suspect it is—it's about to change. Your immersion in the next major phase of your hero's journey will soon begin. —Rob Brezsny, Village Voice

a poem

a girl with the sun of her youth
at her back
and the shadow of her womanhood
before her on the stones
is approaching with a delicate
clip clop clack
her sandals full of toes
that i suppose are headed home

it's early in the evening
and up and down the river
people begin to gather
pearls of laughter
on a strand
i thought solitude would save me
it was pious
it was grand
but the monk that walked beside me
just let go of my hand

—ani difranco / clip clop clack

Well, that just blows.

My favorite pair of flats have died.





Tis a sad, sad day. Let us all take a moment.









Private services to be held. In lieu of flowers, the family asks that donations be made to Muggins Shoe Drive, Inc.

Thank you.

Good Knight.

Penguin becomes a 'Sir'

I really wish I this had happened when I was at the Edinburgh zoo this summer . . . to meet Sir Nils Olav would have been a treat.

Home's anywhere you are too

Just beautiful . . .



Oh my son look at what I've done
But I am learning still
Learning still
Know that I am learning still
And oh my wife you are my life
And I am burning still
Burning still
Know that I am burning for you still

And all, all, all of my light is for you
And home, home's anywhere you are too
So take this one fallen man on his knees
Saying please forgive me

Oh my God how you make it hard
Not to pick the apple
Pick the apple
And Lord I long to give it back

And I was on shakey land
Lost and unsure I opened my hand
And she held it like sinking sand

And all, all, all of my light is for you
And home, home's anywhere you are too
So take this one fallen man on his knees
Saying please

All, all, all of my light is for you
And home, home's anywhere you are too
So take this one fallen man on his knees
Saying please forgive me
Forgive me
Forgive me

—Missy Higgins / Forgive Me

AAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAAAAAHAHAHA

AHAHAHHHHHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA

(phew . . . breathe)

HAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA



Google StreetView Sees Man Passed Out Drunk On Mother's Lawn

fo sho.

So . . . I’ve been messing with my blog layout/design today. One would think that I would have some original action going on with this thing, being a “designery sort” and all . . . but no. That’s just too much work. And I’m rather lazy.

I still don’t like what’s going on here but I thought I’d go plain, plain, plain until I decide what to do with it/figure out which template I want to use. Not that I hated my old one . . . weird stuff just happened to it when I “upgraded” in blogspot. Or whatever . . .

None of this fucking matters. I’m just bored as hell.

Check back later for what is sure to be something spectacular.

(And every time I look at the song lyrics below, I want cheese on toast. Damn you, Miss. Nash.)

Dancing at discos, eating cheese on toast

Watching me like you never watch no one
Don't tell me that you didn't try and check out my bum
Cause I know that you did
Cause your friend told me that you liked it

Gave me those pearls and I thought they were ugly
Though you try to tell me that you never loved me
I know that you did
'Cause you said it and you wrote it down

Dancing at discos
Eating cheese on toast
Yeah you make me merry make me very very happy
But you obviously, you didn't want to stick around

Dancing at discos
Eating cheese on toast
Yeah you make me merry make me very very happy
But you obviously, you didn't want to stick around

So I learnt from you
Do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do
So I learnt form you
Do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do

I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone
I can watch a sunset on my own

I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone
I can watch a sunset on my own

Sitting in restaurants
Thought we were so grown up
But I know now that we were not the people
That we turned out to be

Chatting on the phone
Can't take back those hours
But I won't regret
'Cause you can grow flowers
From where dirt used to be

Dancing at discos
Eating cheese on toast
Yeah you make me merry make me very very happy
But you obviously, you didn't want to stick around

Dancing at discos
Eating cheese on toast
Yeah you make me merry make me very very happy
But you obviously, you didn't want to stick around

So I learnt from you
Do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do
So I learnt from you
Do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do

I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone
I can watch a sunset on my own
(do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do)

I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone
I can watch a sunset on my own
(do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do)

—Kate Nash, Merry Happy

And now it's too late for a soliloquy, it's way too late for dignity

Two great recordings . . .





Yesterday he said my eyes
Were fading fast away
I said well what do you expect
You asked me not to stay and if it had all been for the best
I wouldn't feel this way
And he said

Oh he said it's crazy
How love stays with me
You know it hurts me
Cause I don't wanna fight this war
It's amazing to see me reading through this scene
Of love and fear and apologies

My love is like a blanket
That gets a little bit too warm sometimes
I wanna wrap somebody in it
Who can hold me in his arms
Cause when it got a little too hot in there
He was always stepping out for air and he froze
Oh he froze

He said it's crazy
How love stays with me
You know it hurts me
Cause I don't wanna fight this war
It's amazing to see me reading through this scene
Of love and fear and apologies

Yesterday he looked at me
With a tear in his eye and said
I'll always tell you you're my friend
I hope I don't have to lie
Cause it's clear you love another man
I said you're damn right

And he said
He said it's crazy
How love stays with me
You know it hurts me
Cause I don't wanna fight this war
It's amazing to see me reading through this scene
Of love and fear and apologies
He said it's crazy
How love stays with me
You know it hurts me
That i didn't figure it out before
And now it's too late for a soliloquy
It's way too late for dignity
It's time for apologies

—Grace Potter & The Nocturnals / Apologies

I know it's not a huge deal but . . .

This makes me sad: Rolling Stone Shrinks Down to Standard Size

The Derek Zoolander Center For Kids Who Can't Read Good And Wanna Learn To Do Other Stuff Good Too

Great cause but . . .



How can we be expected to teach children to learn how to read if they can't even fit inside the building?



OK, so the guy is from the SPRING AWAKENING cast but still . . . dude needs to chop that shit off. And work on his Blue Steel.

I have to say it . . .

I'm not a Jack Johnson fan. He bores the hell out of me.

Perhaps Pandora isn't giving me the best selection?? I dunno . . . I'm not getting it. Thumbs No.

I will be your solid ground [very mucha]

I will be the answer
At the end of the line
I will be there for you
While you take the time
In the burning of uncertainty
I will be your solid ground
I will hold the balance
If you can't look down

If it takes my whole life
I won't break, I won't bend
It will all be worth it
Worth it in the end
Cause I can only tell you what I know
That I need you in my life
When the stars have all gone out
You'll still be burning so bright

Cast me gently
Into morning
For the night has been unkind
Take me to a
Place so holy
That I can wash this from my mind
The memory of choosing not to fight

If it takes my whole life
I won't break, I won't bend
It will all be worth it
Worth it in the end
'Cause I can only tell you what I know
That I need you in my life
When the stars have all burned out
You'll still be burning so bright

Cast me gently
Into morning
For the night has been unkind

—Sarah McLachlan, Answer

Little laugh.

Thank you, Guardian.

And I think I am just as torn inside

Thank you, Pandora. (My bank account hates you.)



I don't know what I've done
Or if I like what I've begun
But something told me to run
And honey you know me it's all or none
There were sounds in my head
Little voices whispering
That I should go and this should end
Oh and I found myself listening

Cause I don't know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
Cause she will love you more then I could
She who dares to stand where I stood

See I thought love was black and white
That it was wrong or it was right
But you aren't leaving without a fight
And I think I am just as torn inside

Cause I don't know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that i should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
Cause she will love you more then I could
She who dares to stand where I stood

And I won't be far from where you are if ever you should call
You meant more to me then any one I've ever loved at all
But you taught me how to trust myself
And so I say to you, this is what I have to do.

Cause I don't know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
Cause she will love you more than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood
She who dares to stand where I stood.

—Missy Higgins / Where I Stood

And all I find are souvenirs from better times

Random day.



The glove compartment isn't accurately named
And everybody knows it.
So I'm proposing a swift orderly change.

Cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm
And all I find are souvenirs from better times
Before the gleam of your taillights fading east
To find yourself a better life.

I was searching for some legal document
As the rain beat down on the hood
When I stumbled upon pictures I tried to forget
And that's how this idea was drilled into my head

Cause it's too important
To stay the way it's been

There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide
Lying awake at night

There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide
Lying awake at night (up all night)
When I'm lying awake at night.

—Death Cab For Cutie / Title and Registration

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year.

Um, weird "video" but whatever . . .



So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

—Pink Floyd / Wish You Were Here

The unbelievable kindness of strangers.

I read this article this morning because the title caught me:

In harm's way: The tragedy of Rakan Hassan and the impossibility of a Hippocratic Oath for journalists

So I then read this:

Part one: Rakan’s war

Part two: As healing begins, a painful decision

Part three: Restless patient, agonizing choice

Part four: At homecoming, a gift elicits wonder

And . . . The end of Rakan’s war

I am close to tears (read: in tears). PLEASE read all of this when you have a chance.

Also, Kevin Cullen is an amazing writer . . . man.

Well, that was quick.

Norway beats US in opening game

But, apparently, Norway takes soccer quite seriously: Soccer mom berserk

Simple. Perfect.

Baby I want you
Baby I want you
Baby I do

Darling I love you
Darling I love you
Know that it's true

Don't leave me here
out on my own
Don't you know how I
hate to be alone
I just want to be a
part of your home

Baby I want you
Baby I want you
Baby I do

Darling I love you
Darling I love you
Know that it's true

Don't leave me here
out in the cold
Don't you know that
it's your hand I
want to hold
As these days fly
past and unfold

Hey hey hey hey

Baby I want you
Baby I want you
Baby I do

Darling I love you
Darling I love you
Know that it's true

—Amos Lee, Baby I Want You

When do you get home?

I miss my BBBBFFFFFFFFFFF.

YesireeRob

SCORPIO [October 23–November 21] Don't just shamble down to the pizzeria and gobble a slab of greasy cheese, tomato sauce, and dough. Instead, arrange for someone to home-deliver a pizza lovingly prepared by a gourmet chef. For that matter, Scorpio, don't tolerate mediocrity in any area of your life. The Season of the Peak Experience is here—a time when you have a sacred duty to give your best, commune with the highest, and ask for excellence. —Rob Brezsny, Village Voice

I've been dreaming of you darling, in case you'd like to know...

Well you call again,
as if I don't know what you're going to say...
So let it ring,
I can count the cracks in the ceiling all day long.

I guess the birds they just went south,
but I've got no where to go,
it's 31 and falling,
I've been dreaming of you darling,
in case you'd like to know...

God damn my wasted time,
ringing all the bells.

If I could hold my tongue,
just long enough to get me through the door
then you won't know...
rewind the tape while your back is turned,
fold my arms and pull the curtains closed,
bury the roses in the backyard
and darlin' never mind what I might have said, before, before,

God damn my wasted time,
ringing all the bells...
I've got half a mind to lie to you
half a mind to tell you everything I have to tell, to tell, to tell.

I've been wasting my time I know I know better,
and I'm tired of waxing sentimental,
I'm tired of saying please, please,
tired of waiting,
I'm tired of waiting.

You call again,
as if I don't know what you're going to say...

—Chris Pureka, 31 and Falling

Loudly we contort our exchanges

The thing is, how friggin' cool and talented is my sister?

Best Poem

Naked

As the open eye, these windows are
without curtain or shade. When night dilates
and the irises close sliver-thin

around their stamens, light spills out
from within. We burn the bulbs
inside the lamps, meter spinning

a frantic carousel in its pan,
and the street outside becomes audience
to our show of limbs.

Loudly we contort our exchanges
and large expressions, because
we know what’s expected

in the performance. It’s made us
different, to believe
someone’s always watching.

We are less you and me; more them,
shadow actors moving
and speaking when directed.

Still, there are moments
when our old selves appear
and the absence of curtains or shades

proves less significant
than being here, quiet
and a breath apart, barely touching.

—Sarah Kain Gutowski

I want you between me and the feeling I get when I miss you

I want you between me and the feeling I get when I miss you
But everything here is telling me I should be fine
So why is it so, above as below,
That I'm missing you every time

I got used to you whispering things to me into the evening
We followed the sun and its colours and left this world
It seems to me that I'm definitely
Hearing the best that I've heard

So throw me a rope to hold me in place
Show me a clock for counting my days down
Cause everything's easier when you're beside me
Come back and find me
Cause I feel alone

And whenever you go it's like holding my breath underwater
I have to admit that I kind of like it when I do
Oh but I've got to be unconditionally
Unafraid of my days without you

So throw me a rope to hold me in place
Show me a clock for counting my days down
Cause everything's easier when you're beside me
Come back and find me
Whenever I'm falling you're always behind me
Come back and find me
Cause everything's easier when you're beside me
Come back and find me
Cause I feel alone

—KT Tunstall, Throw Me A Rope

Would be funnier if it wasn't so true.

Want to see . . .

I read about this movie on the bus this morning. So I looked up the trailer. And NOW I want to see it. See how that works?



But do I read the book first? Decisions decisions . . .

Goooooood morning.

Some people are just so effing talented.

I have spent the last hour looking thru all of Julia Nune's stuff on youtube: jaaaaaaa's channel

She's awesome. Very talented. Very funny. Very worth all the good stuff happening to her.

I'm actually thinking about going to see her at the Knitting Factory this weekend. Anyone? Anyone? Hahlao?

Well, that's something.

Lauren, you're on the list. And THANK YOU for the following:

Dude, fascinating what peeps can do on youtube, eh? . . .





. . . there are just so many more.

Fascinating.

Plant me in the garden, don't you let me roam.

I'm a ship, I'm a ship, I'm a ship
Out on the sea
None of my love
Floating wild come back to me
So I write you a letter, I'll write you a letter
With this here pen
Don't make me wait, don't make me wait
Cos I'm your friend

I'm in love with the garden
That is down the street
And the earth is a warm thing under my feet
And the earth is a warm thing under my feet

Oh long streams of light
Lift me, from this dirty town
Cuz I'm losing stain, soak me yeah with rain, rain, rain, rain

I'm a ship, I'm a ship, I'm a ship
Out on the sea
And all these clouds flying by so fast
Well they confuse me
And the long leaves in the tall trees
Pale in the sunshine
And I was twistin' and turnin'
In the cool sheets past bed time

Plant me in the garden
Don't you let me roam
Cuz love is a feeling like a warm dark stone
Plant me in the garden
Don't you let me roam
Cuz love is a feeling like a warm dark stone
Love is a feeling like a warm dark stone
Love is a feeling like a warm dark stone
Plant me in the garden
Don't you let me roam
Cuz love is a feeling like a warm dark stone
Love is a feeling like a warm dark stone
Love is a feeling like a warm dark stone

—The Be Good Tanyas, Ship Out On The Sea

Just so you know,

I am not a morning person.

I wish I could be this relaxed all the time.

Sometimes I feel I know strangers better than I know my friends

(This is always coming up on my Pandora station . . . tis a lovely song. Sad, but lovely.)

I could have treated you better
But you couldn't have treated me worse
But it's he who laughs last
Is he who cries first

Sometimes I feel I know strangers
Better than I know my friends
Why must a beginning
Be the means to an end

The stones from my enemies
These wounds will mend
But I cannot survive
The roses from my friends

When the last word has been spoken
And we've bared witness to the final setting sun
All that shall remain is a token
Of what we've said and done

When all we've had has been forsaken
Distant church bells no longer ring
Thats the sound of a heart taken
And the story of tears from a king

The stones from my enemies
These wounds will mend
But I cannot survive
The roses from my friends

This may be the last time I see you
Forgive me for holding you close
This may be the last time that I see you
So of this moment I will make the most

This may be the last time I see you
But if you keep me in your heart
Together we shall be eternal
If you believe
We shall never part

The stones from my enemies
These wounds will mend
But I cannot survive
The roses from my friends

—Lenny Kravitz / Roses From My Friends

Perfect combo.

Two videos of Chris Pureka covering one of my favorite songs, Wagon Wheel.






She's at Highline Ballroom on July 16, supporting Jay Brannan. Think I might just go and support her . . . and ask why she isn't headlining her own show. T'would be more than worth it, is all I'm saying.

You can hear the angels fallin'

(Crazy pixelated but good sound.)



Good good good:



Like there was any doubt . . .