sunfeather

Not so fucked off anymore - it's amazing what forty lengths of a swimming pool and a pot of rhubarb and vanilla yoghurt will do for your equilibrium.


Also today I fell asleep on my desk over a copy of James Gleick's Chaos: Making a New Science (1987). This has never happened before, though I'm not blaming Mr Gleick.


Following on from the Townes Van Zandt theme of my last post, here's some more:

'Sometimes I don't know where this dirty road is taking me
Sometimes I don't know the reason why
So I guess I'll keep gamblin'
Lots of booze and lots of ramblin'
It's easier than just waitin' around to die'

- Townes Van Zandt, 'Waiting Around to Die' (as covered by the Be Good Tanyas)

Chapeau, Mr Van Zandt, chapeau.

Here's a pretender to his crown:

'Man needs something he can hold on to
Nine-pound hammer or a woman like you
Either one of them things will do'

- Ray Lamontagne, 'Jolene'

These lyrics reminds me of my rugged friends sicpowered and heyokasan


While I'm on the subject, go check out Eireann's latest journal, why don't you? Girl's a poet, y'all.

There is a spider crawling around on my laptop. Hello, Mr Spider.


[and I'm not even drunk, in case you were going to ask, AverageGroupie ]