Ouch, this profile is waaaay outdated. I'm not really this bitchy. Eh, but the last sentence is probably true. Anyway.., I'll update this soon and tell all about my improving golf swing, my new found love for Blizzard yarn, and the slow and intractable swaths of indifference I seem to be leaving on this planet.
I miss my friends.
I get mad about music, it's really the only singular thing I get violently stimulated by, provoked, infused with, involved in, remorseful over, reduced by, lost in, animated by, and all the etcs. Strains of song seem to relentlessly pulse through my veins day and night, and if form precedes function, that's the only use I'd wish for them.
I read. I drink wine & beer & lots of sushi when I can afford it. I'm always singing or humming something, and should have thrown myself into the fragile world of rock-princess. Instead I code a lot and geek out in my kitchen baking party favors. I would probably rather stay home and do pushups than hang out with you.
Here's lyrics from the grand-master of music, and one of my all-time favorites, Leonard Cohen, which counters most of my more banal impulses:Baby, I've been waiting,
I've been waiting
Night and day
I didn't see the time,
I waited half my life away
There were lots of invitations
And I know you sent me some,
But I was waiting
For the miracle,
For the miracle to comeI know you really loved me
but, you see,
my hands were tied
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand
beneath my window
with your bugle
and your drum,
and me I'm up there waiting
for the miracle,
for the miracle to comeAh I don't believe you'd like it,
You wouldn't like it here
There ain't no entertainment
and the judgements are severe
The Maestro says it's Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you're waiting
for the miracle,
for the miracle to comeWaiting for the miracle
There's nothing left to do
I haven't been this happy
since the end of World War IINothing left to do
when you know
that you've been taken
Nothing left to do
when you're begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
when you've got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to comeI dreamed about you, baby
It was just the other night
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle,
for the miracle to comeAh baby, let's get married,
We've been alone too long
Let's be alone together
Let's see if we're that strong
Yeah let's do something crazy,
Something absolutely wrong
While we're waiting
For the miracle,
for the miracle to comeNothing left to do ...When you've fallen
on the highway
and you're lying
in the rain,
and they ask you
how you're doing
of course you'll say
you can't complain --
If you're squeezed
for information,
that's when you've got to
play it dumb:
You just say
you're out there waiting
for the miracle,
for the miracle to come ...
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