my mom is doing better and i actually had a coversation with her on the phone and got to tell her that i love her!
(until today she was pretty incoherent)
okay. sorry. I didn't mean to be confusing. I was referring to how when you think an opportunity vanishes, an even better one shows up.
I found out that the place in town that I thought had a high-fire kiln available to the public did not. that same day, I got an offer to buy a decent, old but in good shape kiln for myself.... Read More
My car, despite it's issues these past few weeks, is actually quite the trooper. When my radiator went, I thought for SURE it was something so much worse than the hose falling off.
did you hear about the recent scientific study regarding perspective?
a team of scientists brought two children in for observation. the first child was a pessimist, and the second an optimist. the scientists put the first child into a room filled with toys and the second into a room that had nothing but a barrel of manure. the children were left to their own devices.... Read More
no the tags are the ridiculous ability to put a word or words that sum up the set. and most of the morons that do so put the friggin obvious things. vag, blue eyes, green room and always the person who shot it. it is dumb.
and the photographer is listed right next to where you comment. it has the description from the model or whatever she has to say about the shoot and lists the photog on top.
Thank you for the tune, I really enjoyed it.
BTW, I'm still looking for Christ Smither's Live As I'll Ever Be album ever since you posted the lyrics to one of his songs.
Good luck come Tuesday. Look forward to seeing the piece.
I understand the allure of wanting to have your favourite lyrics tattooed. I have entertained the notion of having the words to Elbow's Fugitive Motel inked on my skin.
Lost in a lullaby
Side of the road
Melt in a memory
Slide in a solitude
Not 'til I can read by the moon
Am I going anywhere
Not 'til I can read by the moon
I blow you a kiss
It should reach you tomorrow
As it flies from the other side of the world
From my room in my fugitive motel
Somewhere in the dust bowl
It flies from the other side of the world
'I'm tired' I said
'You always look tired' she said
'I'm admired' I said
'You always look tired' she said
Not 'til I can read by the moon
Am I going anywhere
Not 'til I can read by the moon
Curtains stay closed
But everyone knows
You hear through the walls in this place
Cigarette holes for every lost soul
To give up the ghost in this place
Give me strength
Give me wings
(PS: typed word for word by yours truly, I can never bring myself to merely copy/paste these words from a lyrics site)
BTW, I remember you mentioning some of your favourite books told by narrators whose accounts need to be taken with a grain of salt and think you might find the book I'm currently reading right up your alley: We Need To Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver.
the headline of the national enquirer caught my teenage eyes.
Christ had come again. he was fishing and teaching in a Canadian territory. here I was, child raised in the Church, offered the opportunity to encounter the returning Messiah! how could I refuse? if I didn't go, I would be the studious religious smart person believing the punk kid who said he was god was... Read More
who decides if pushing [<< takes you to the beginning of the current or previous song? who decides the delay on the windshield wipers?
I have too many things to do so I'm not doing any of them.
I want to throw. I want to bike. I want to read and write letters. I want to find... Read More
-TM
(until today she was pretty incoherent)
also, see my journal for a good story