I know I'm not that colorful but a bird just the same

Take 'em away, take 'em away Lord
Take away these chains from me
My heart is broken cause my spirits not free
Lord take away these chains from me

Some birds feathers are too bright to be caged
I know I'm not that colorful but a bird just the same
Open up your gate now, let me put down my load
So I can feel at ease and go back to my home

Take 'em away, take 'em away Lord
Take away these chains from me
My heart is broken cause my spirits not free
Lord take away these chains from me

Sun beating down, my legs can't seem to stand
There's a boss man at a turn row with a rifle in his hand
I've got nine children, nothin' in the pan
My wife she died hungry while I was plowin' land

Take 'em away, take 'em away Lord
Take away these chains from me
My heart is broken cause my spirits not free
Lord take away these chains from me

Can't see when I go to work, can't see when I get off
How do you expect a man not to get lost
Every year I just keep getting deeper in debt
If there's a happy day, Lord, I haven't seen one yet

Take 'em away, take 'em away Lord
Take away these chains from me
My heart is broken cause my spirits not free
Lord take away these chains from me

Land that I love is the land that I'm workin'
But it's hard to love it all the time when your back is a-hurting
Getting too old now to push this here plow
Please let me lay down so I can look at the clouds

Take 'em away, take 'em away Lord
Take away these chains from me
My heart is broken cause my spirits not free
Lord take away these chains from me

Land that I know is where two rivers collide
The Brazos, The Navaso, and the big blue sky
Flood plains, freight trains, watermelon vines
Of any place on God's green earth, this is where I choose to die

Take 'em away, take 'em away Lord
Take away these chains from me
My heart is broken cause my spirits not free
Lord take away these chains from me

—Old Crow Medicine Show / Take 'Em Away

I see, people waitin' for answers to questions no one knows

Hey,
Hey, Yeah...
Oh..
We'll Be, We'll Be Yeah,
Ohhh....

I been seeking survival it seems like my whole life long
And I been working so hard and it feels like it's all gone wrong
Time lonely, need someone to push me to help me through
Make my way through the clouds to the sun like that'll make do

{We'll be fine again}
I say we'll be fine again
{We'll be fine again}
Fine again
{We'll be fine again}
Oh, we'll be fine again

I see, people waitin' for answers to questions no one knows
Drinking joe's, only thinkin' "Oh Lord, whole life blown!"
May we pass out hugs to the thugs to heal our souls
And blue collar suffering, Oh Lord, heal us all

{We'll be fine again}
Oh, we'll be fine
{We'll be fine again}
Oh, we're gonna make it through, yeah
{We'll be fine again}
We'll be fine

Ay, hey
{We'll be alright}
I can't wait to see the brighter picture
{We'll be okay}
Everybody
{Sunlight will shine, past the storm}

Say every, every, everybody

{We'll be fine again}
I know we will, I know it'll get better
{We'll be fine again}
You don't have to drink yourself to sleep at night
{We'll be fine again}
You don't have to stomp all over your problems, no
{We'll be fine again}
Everybody needs a hug
{We'll be fine again}
{We'll be alright}
The whole world, the whole world will be fine
{We'll be fine again}
{We'll be okay}
Oh, yeah
{We'll be fine again}
{Sunlight will shine}
{We'll be fine again}
{We'll be alright}
We'll be alright, we'll be so fine
I know it gets better with time
Go on and let your hair down
Don't worry no more, no more
Don't worry no more, no more
I say we'll be fine again . . .

—Anthony Hamilton / Fine Again

phew.

SCORPIO [October 23–November 21] As I was driving out in the country, I spied a homemade sign: "I have seen the truth and it doesn't make sense." I'm guessing you might feel that way yourself right now, Scorpio. You have summoned the courage to see the deeper reality beneath the official story, but that has made you more confused than you were. So you're smarter and better informed, but are nonetheless feeling less secure. My advice: Don't flee back into the fake comfort of comfy delusions. If you can maintain your poise in the face of the raging ambiguity, you will ultimately be rewarded with a big dose of cathartic clarity. —Rob Brezsny, Village Voice

Such a handsome little man, my nephew.

Speaking of Lisa Hannigan . . .

First heard of her when she sang with Damien Rice . . .
One of my favorites:



Don't hold yourself like that
You'll hurt your knees
I kissed your mouth and back
But that's all I need
Don't build your world around volcanoes melt you down

What I am to you is not real
What I am to you you do not need
What I am to you is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I'll ask for the sea

Don't throw yourself like that
In front of me
I kissed your mouth your back
Is that all you need?
Don't drag my love around volcanoes melt me down

What I am to you is not real
What I am to you you do not need
What I am to you is not what you mean to me
You give me miles and miles of mountains
And I'll ask for what I give to you
Is just what i'm going through
This is nothing new
No no just another phase of finding what I really need
Is what makes me bleed
And like a new disease she's still too young to treat
Volcanoes melt me down
She's still too young
I kissed your mouth
You do not need me

—Damien Rice & Lisa Hannigan / Volcano

I don't know if you write letters or panic on the phone.

I don't know what you smoke
or what countries you've been to
if you speak any other languages
other than your own
I'd like to meet you

I don't know if you drive
if you love the ground beneath you
I don't know if you write letters
or panic on the phone
I'd like to call you
all the same
I would want to
I am game

I don't know if you can swim
or if the sea has any draw for you
if you're better in the morning
or when the sun goes down
I'd like to call you

I don't know if you can dance
if the thought ever occurred to you
if you eat what you've been given
or push it round your plate
I'd like to cook for you
all the same
if you want to
I am game

If you walk my way
and I could keep my head
We could creep away through the dark
or maybe not
We could shoot it down anyway

I don't know if you read novels
or the magazines
if you love the hand that feeds you
I assume that your heart's been bruised
I'd like to know you
You don't know if I can draw at all
or what records I am into
if I sleep like a spoon
or rarely at all or maybe you would do?
Or maybe you would do

If I walk your way
I will keep my head
We will feel our way through the dark
though I don't know you
I think that I would do
I don't fall easy at all

At all
At all
At all
At all
At all

If I walk your way
I will keep my head
We will feel our way through the dark
though I don't know you
I think that I would do
I don't fall easy at all

—Lisa Hannigan / I Don't Know

But his mama says he'll walk on water

Mary, carry your babe
Bound up tight like lips around a whimper
Your fingers over my face
Blind eyed Samson driven to the temple
And night birds digging until dawn
Freedom hangs like heaven over everyone
Ain't nobody knows what the newborn holds
But his mama says he'll walk on water
And wander back home

Mary, carry your shame
Well past all those eyes across the avenue
Fish heads running from rain
You know I'll do anything you want me to
Lamp oil lovers may say
"freedom hangs like heaven over everyone"
Ain't nobody knows what the newborn holds
But his papa's going to hide shaking gristle
And shaking like bone

Mary, carry my name
Hoof marks hacked up all I had to offer you
Looked all over this place
Lost your portrait lately when the winter blew
In like Herod and them
Freedom hangs like heaven over everyone
Ain't nobody knows what the newborn holds
But a dollar says he'll lick that devil
And do it alone

—Iron & Wine / Freedom Hangs Like Heaven

Violin

I stopped to listen to a street performer playing a violin this morning and it made my very bad mood a little better. Of course, I shared this tidbit with the peeps on effbook and a friend sent me this amazing article . . . old but very worth the read:

Pearls Before Breakfast
Can one of the nation's great musicians cut through the fog of a D.C. rush hour? Let's find out.

Gave me goosebumpers.

"If you love something but choose not to do it professionally, it's not a waste. Because, you know, you still have it. You have it forever."

They told me to be careful up there / Where the wind blows a venomous rage through your hair

It's been awhile.



I was lost in the lakes
And the shapes that your body makes
That your body makes, that your body makes
That your body makes, that your body makes

The mountains said I could find you here
They whispered the snow and the leaves in my ear
I traced my finger along your trails
Your body was the map, I was lost in it

Floating over your rocky spine
The glaciers made you, and now you're mine
Floating over your rocky spine
The glaciers made you, and now you're mine

I was moving across your frozen veneer
The sky was dark but you were clear
Could you feel my footsteps
And would you shatter, would you shatter, would you

And with your soft fingers between my claws
Like purity against resolve
I could tell, then and there, that we were formed from the clay
And came from the rocks for the earth to display

They told me to be careful up there
Where the wind blows a venomous rage through your hair
They told me to be careful up there
Where the wind rages through your hair

—Great Lake Swimmers / Your Rocky Spine

I wonder what he'd say, if he knew people felt like him today.

Elvis in a ring of fire
Hips swinging, feet swimming in an old pair of blue suede shoes
Eyes white like no dose, hair black as coal
He's walking the streets of Memphis
Picking up pennies found on their heads

He's dancing like he's on t.v.
I never realized but he's dancing for me
He's got a lot of fans out there but nobody cares
I just want to hear him sing
Didn't he know he was the only king?

He's acting like it's his last chance
Smoke rising from his heels every time that he'd dance
Blue rhinestones on his legs, flowers on his grave
I wonder what he'd say
If he knew people felt like him today

Elvis in a ring of fire
Hips swinging, feet swimming in an old pair of blue suede shoes

—The Everybodyfields / The Only King

Just kissin' for hours underneath that sweet magnolia

The time has come, there is no second chance
We’ve been drifting on an empty aching sea
You were the girl I never knew I wanted
I was the boy you hoped you’d never see

And it’s a shame
That we ain’t lovers
We could’ve been something, so big and grand
Just kissin’ for hours
underneath that sweet magnolia
Beggin’ for answers, tryin’ to make a stand

Been burnin’ up the hours, talkin’ to the midnight
Just dreaming of ways I could hold you next to me
But maybe it just wasn’t meant, all things have a reason
Maybe our hearts were just too careless and free

And it’s a shame
That we ain’t lovers
We could’ve been something, so big and grand
Just kissin’ for hours
underneath that sweet magnolia
Beggin’ for answers, tryin’ to make a stand

There was a time, when you would have had me
There was a time, I could have had you
But it’s too late, another path has come and gone again
I’m at the back door with a broken window view thinkin’

And it’s a shame
That we ain’t lovers
We could’ve been something, so big and grand
Just kissin’ for hours
underneath that sweet magnolia
Beggin’ for answers, tryin’ to make a stand

I’m so tired of writin’, but I can’t put down my pen
It’s too late now to talk or turn back
So just hold on, ‘cause baby here we go again
Headin’ the wrong way down that one way track

And it’s a shame
That we ain’t lovers
We could’ve been something, so big and grand
Just kissin’ for hours
underneath that sweet magnolia
Beggin’ for answers, tryin’ to make a stand

—Hayes Carll, It's a Shame

Double HEADS!

Kings. Ford.

Kingsford Goes to the Beach - The funniest videos are a click away

Need new drives.

SCORPIO [October 23–November 21] I've got some questions for you. First, where will you go to satisfy that special need of yours—the need that demands ever-fresh varieties of fuel? Second, who will you enlist in your efforts to change your environment so that it's more compatible with your drives? And third, what helpful influences will you seek to attract into your sphere as you refine your ambitions? The coming weeks will be a good time to cultivate your web of alliances as you address these questions. —Rob Brezsny, Village Voice

My sister brings the funny.

Legocity

I LEGO N.Y.

I love this. So very much.

While you're busy mixing grape with grain

That's some lovely fiddle, sir.

click friggin' here

I wish I knew which button to push
Then I'd know how to please you
It's sad but true
So I'll just listen in down the line
While you're busy mixing grape with grain
To sedate your pain

Songbird, you got tales to tell
How many times can you describe your living hell?

The sweeping gesture creates a fuss
It's only useful when receiving praise
Relieving no-ones pain
If you'd let somebody love you just enough
You'd have everything you'd need to break
Free from all your pain

Songbird, you got tales to tell
How many times can you describe your living hell?

If you'd let somebody love you just enough
Let somebody love you just enough
Let somebody love you just enough
Let somebody love you just enough

—Bernard Fanning / Songbird

Thank you America, for being more than I expected.

Hurrah.

Best WWTDD post in quite awhile . . .

"Stop it plane. You are a plane. You are not a boat. Get back in the sky! You can not swim!"

Hello Love.

I will make you very happy.

You might be the strange delightful

Everything morning this week, I've woken up thinking that it's the next day. Tuesday morning, I thought it was Wednesday. Today I thought it was Thursday. This is really starting to piss me off and I wish it would stop.

And now, for something weird and awesome . . .



I went to school with 27 Jennifers
16 Jenns, 10 Jennies, and then there was her

It’s the sweet shine of,
Yeah, force of divine love
The blessed arrival of you

You might be the one that I’ve been seeking for
You might be the strange delightful
You might be the girly who shall end all girls
You might be the sweet unspiteful

I rode the bus with 27 Jennifers
15 Jenns, 10 Jennies disapproved of her

Yeah, get from my sight, man,
Gladness is a blight, and
Happiness stinks up the room

You might be the one that I’ve been seeking for
You might be the strange delightful
You might be the girly who shall end all girls
You might be the sweet unspiteful

You might be the one that I’ve been seeking for
You might be the strange delightful
You might be the girly who shall end all girls
You might be the sweet unspiteful

27 Jennifers
27 Jennifers

—Mike Doughty, 27 Jennifers

Kindness made the cut so clean

His albums just get better and better. Here's one of the tracks I'm obsessed with from the newest one, Gossip In The Grain.



Hear me out
Day follows day
Light turns to
clay in my hands

How to explain,
so pristine the pain
Kindness made
the cut so
clean

I still care for you

Hear me out
Wanted me to be
less your lover
than a mirror

Can't you see
what you mean to me?
(Even promises may bleed)

I still care for you

The hours grow
heavy,
and hollow,
cruel as a grave

Open Me
and you'll find
only bones
burned to glass.

I still care for you

—Ray LaMontagne, I Still Care For You

will you tell us that you're ok

They just don't make videos like this anymore. (Does anyone remember the really long video that aired? Just awesome . . .)



(Not positive if these are all right . . . I took out a lot of the "daggone it"s! and the "hoo! hoo!"s . . .)

As he came into the window
It was the sound of a crescendo
He came into her apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
She ran underneath the table
He could see she was unable
So she ran into the bedroom
She was struck down, it was her doom

Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok, Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok, Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok, Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok, are you ok, Annie

(Annie are you ok)
(will you tell us that you're ok)
(there's a sign in the window)
(that he struck you-a crescendo Annie)
(he came into your apartment)
(he left the bloodstains on the carpet)
(then you ran into the bedroom)
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom)

Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
You've been hit by
You've been hit by-
A smooth criminal

So they came into the outway
It was Sunday-what a black day
Mouth to mouth resuscitation
Sounding heartbeats-intimidations

Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie

(Annie are you ok)
(will you tell us that you're ok)
(there's a sign in the window)
(that he struck you-a crescendo Annie)
(he came into your apartment)
(he left the bloodstains on the carpet)
(then you ran into the bedroom)
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom)

(Annie are you ok)
(so, Annie are you ok)
(are you ok Annie)
(you've been hit by)
(you've been struck by-
A smooth criminal)

Okay, I want everybody
To clear the area right now!

(Annie are you ok)
I don't know!
(will you tell us, that you're ok)
I don't know!
(there's a sign in the window)
I don't know!
(that he struck you-a crescendo Annie)
I don't know!
(he came into your apartment)
I don't know!
(left bloodstains on the carpet)
I don't know why baby!
(then you ran into the bedroom)
I don't know!
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom-Annie!)
(Annie are you ok)

(will you tell us, that you're ok)
(there's a sign in the window)
(that he struck you-a crescendo Annie)
(he came into your apartment)
(left bloodstains on the carpet)
(then you ran into the bedroom)
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom-Annie!)

Good cover.

John Mayer: Tops of the Tool List.

Yet, I've come to love his music. I know . . . it's in the top 5 things about myself that piss me off.

Anyhow, he plays other people's music quite well, too. Bastard.

Artist Site

More Videos

She's a good girl, loves her mama
Loves Jesus and America too
She's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend too

It's a long day, livin' in Reseda
There's a freeway, runnin' through the yard
And I'm a bad boy, 'cause I don't even miss her
I'm a bad boy for breakin' her heart

And I'm free, free fallin'
Yeah I'm free, free fallin'

All the vampires, walkin' through the valley
Move west down, Ventura Blvd.
And all the bad boys, are standing in the shadows
All the good girls, are home with broken hearts

And I'm free, I'm free fallin'
Yeah I'm free, free fallin'

I wanna glide down, over Mulholland
I wanna write her, name in the sky
I wanna free fall, out into nothin'
Gonna leave this, world for awhile

And I'm free, free fallin'
Yeah I'm free, free fallin'

And I'm free, free fallin'
Oh!

Free fallin'
And I'm free, oh! free fallin'

—Tom Petty / Free Fallin'

Getting to the bottom. Of things.

SCORPIO [October 23–November 21] Happy Holy Daze, Scorpio! If I could give you one symbolic gift to set the right tone for 2009, it might be a glass vase with a potato growing partially submerged in water, allowing you to see its gnarly roots. I'd hope that would inspire you to put diligent yet playful effort into getting reacquainted with and exploring your own personal source code—you know, the master plan of your life that you formulated before you were born. The coming months will be an excellent time to cultivate a wise innocence as you get to the bottom of who you really are. —Rob Brezsny, Village Voice

Who will come to find you first: Your devils or your gods

All you folks think you own my life
But you never made any sacrifice
Demons they are on my trail
I'm standing at the crossroads of the hell
I look to the left I look to the right
There're hands that grab me on every side

All you folks think I got my price
At which I'll sell all that is mine
You think money rules when all else fails
Go sell your soul and keep your shell
I'm trying to protect what I keep inside
All the reasons why I live my life

Some say the devil be a mystical thing
I say the devil he a walking man
He a fool he a liar conjurer and a thief
He try to tell you what you want
Try to tell you what you need

Standing at the point
The road it cross you down
What is at your back
Which way do you turn
Who will come to find you first
Your devils or your gods

All you folks think you run my life
Say I should be willing to compromise
I say all you demons go back to hell
I'll save my soul save myself

—Tracy Chapman / Crossroads

HARUMPH.

SCORPIO [October 23–November 21] In one episode of Seinfeld, Elaine couldn't get her favorite Chinese restaurant to deliver take-out food to her apartment, because her neighborhood was just beyond the boundary of where the drivers went. But Elaine was determined. She went over to the building across the street, which was within the restaurant's delivery zone, and set up an alternate home for herself in a janitor's closet. I suggest you adopt a similar strategy, Scorpio. If you can't get what you want in the place where you are, shift your location. —Rob Brezsny, Village Voice

The universe is one tedious little bastard. I GET IT ALREADY.

I'm thinking like a swinging door.

We are like pendulums
Our arms swinging at our sides
And I am a good little clock
Walking along power lines

I'm thinking like a swinging door
Hinging on these changing thoughts
Between the pull up to the shore
And the push off

In the lines of footprints in the snow
All along the edges of the road
I haven't even walked my block
Since I moved out here years ago

The secret lives of twist ties
The hidden story in one line

In the lines of footprints in the snow
All along the edges of the road
I haven't even walked my block
Since I moved out here years ago

We are like pendulums
Our arms swinging at our sides
And I am a good little clock
I'm ticking off the time

The distant lights are twinkling
It means there is a wind
That blows the trees against themselves
And hard into this house I'm sleeping in
I'm sleeping in

—Sarah Harmer / Pendulums

SCORPIO [October 23–November 21]: Researchers say that you've got longer than you imagine to salvage food that has dropped on the floor. Bacteria don't start growing on your pizza or muffin for at least 30 seconds. Keep that in mind as a metaphor in the coming days, Scorpio. Anything that you fear has already been spoiled or tainted may actually be possible to restore and redeem. You probably have more time than you thought. —Rob Brezsny, Village Voice

Like, say, oh, my sanity?
Good to know.

Want. To. Squeeze.

After spending a long weekend nestling with the nephew and letting my niece use me as a human jungle gym, you'd think I'd need a little "Mugs Time" . . . yet, I can't friggin' wait to mess with them again! Handsome little devil, isn't he?

Oh, and thanks for the cold, Mam. I'll pay you back in three weeks. Never shall you rest without some facial finger wagging.

Hot Friggin' Damn.

'Arrested Development' film gets closer

Just what you wanted.

Someone I know will be getting these for Christmas. I'm not sure who it'll be yet . . . oh, but they're going to love 'em.



HANDSOAP SET

Hot DAMN, I love these. Soapy baby hands??!! Honestly, whoever came up with this is a friggin' genius.

Anthony Effing Hamilton

I went to see Anthony Hamilton at the Blender Theater last night. It was amazing. I can't wait to see him perform again. And I will, oh, I will.

I found this video on YouTube, from a concert on the same tour.



AND I'm going to see Ani DiFranco on Friday. Seeing two of my favorite musicians in one week? Maybe the best week ever?

I never minded working hard / It's who I'm working for.

Everything is free now,
That's what they say.
Everything I ever done,
Gotta give it away.
Someone hit the big score.
They figured it out,
That we're gonna do it anyway,
Even if doesn't pay.

I can get a tip jar,
Gas up the car,
And try to make a little change
Down at the bar.

Or I can get a straight job,
I've done it before.
I never minded working hard,
It's who I'm working for.

Everything is free now,
That's what they say.
Everything I ever done,
Gotta give it away.
Someone hit the big score.
They figured it out,
That we're gonna do it anyway,
Even if doesn't pay.

Every day I wake up,
Hummin' a song.
But I don't need to run around,
I just stay home.

And sing a little love song,
My love, to myself.
If there's something that you want to hear,
You can sing it yourself.

'Cause everything is free now,
That what I say.
No one's got to listen to
The words in my head.
Someone hit the big score,
And I figured it out,
That we're gonna do it anyway,
Even if doesn't pay.

—Gillian Welch and David Rawlings / Everything is Free

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.