What song or lyrics are stuck in your head at the moment? What album is it from?
Submitted by Lox Ly.
Someone saw my tattoo earlier this week and that got us talking about Jeff Buckley, which got me listening to Grace again. I find it absolutely perplexing that it's been twelve years since this album came out. A lot of the lyrics have been circling around in my brain.
My favorite lyrics, of course, from "Lover You Should've Come Over":
It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder.
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her.
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter.
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever.
You know what kind of day it is? One of those days where you have a ton of things to do (things with actual due dates attached to them), but you know you're gonna ignore all of them because you just feel so weird and out of it. It would be useless for me to attempt anything productive right now.
I didn't sleep much last night and was moody all day. I think I have hormonal issues. And excessive thirst.
I haven't unpacked yet. My suitcase has exploded obnoxiously all over the center of the room and all I've done is pile more junk on top of it.
Work = mad stress. Got out late and drove aimlessly around before deciding that I needed a rotisserie chicken. But now that I've got it home I realize I just liked the idea of it, and don't really feel like eating anything.
What I want is to hear the sound of a basketball being dribbled down the street. Does that make any sense at all?
Got up at four thirty in the morning to catch a standby flight back home. I was assigned to a middle seat on the second leg of my trip, which is never good because I have to get up to use the bathroom all the time. Got home to find that Dashiell had thrown his food every which way. Then I had to get right into gear to address a Minty Fresh issue. That's life.
But I also drank three flutes of the best blood orange Italian soda, listened to the Phoenix album, played Bust a Move on my DS and took just about the best shower ever. Ever.
Life is pretty good.
What books are on your nightstand?
Currently on the hotel nightstand, just J.D. Salinger.
At home I also have: The God of Small Things, Grimm's Grimmest, Kafka on the Shore, one of the Sandman books and T.S. Eliot's The Wasteland.
You know why I'm a bad person? As hard as I try to work on it, I can't shake this anti-social core of evil in my soul. Here I am on a lovely trip to New York City with some great people and I'm starting to get snippy as hell. It's the fifth day in a row that I've been around people 24/7, interacting and talking non-stop, not a moment to myself. Rarely a moment when there aren't hundreds more people around. And I'm starting to lose it, just a bit. Home tomorrow. Some music, a glass of wine and bed. I'm actually looking forward to it.
What albums are in heavy rotation for you right now?
Just some old favorites.
Two, two discs of Wilco! Bwahahahha! (thunder, lightning, muppet bats bouncing merrily around).
I really liked this album the first time around. I pulled it out again about a month ago and this time, I love it. Strange lyrics and all. It's everything I'm feeling right now: brash, tired, sad, ballsy, lonely, vulnerable, hopeful---good.
I very much heart this album right now. There's the usual sad stories here, like "She Wants to Play Hearts", but I'm finding a lot of very sweet sentiments, too. Taken together, these little moments say a lot to me about devotion and being there for someone; how that can be a large and scary gesture. But, if it's the right person, how it can feel simple and good, too. I like the idea that, no matter what other crap goes wrong, "you will always be the same." And I love this phrase from "Desire": run and never tire. It's very big, heartfelt and beautiful.
Tell us a little something about your first car. Do you have any photos you can share?
Submitted by tamara.
My first car was a '98 white Toyota Corolla whose endearing qualities included weirdly speckled cream velour interior, a back windshield which I emblazoned with stickers advertising all my favorite bands (Radiohead, blur, Coldplay, etc.) and extreme affordability.
It was a good, practical dependable car. That thing was like a rock. A very small rock. It was affectionately nicknamed "Rollin' on 12s".
It was also designed to use 87 grade gas, which is a benefit that I did not appreciate until I got my current vehicle. I really took that car for granted, because I didn't give a shit about it at all. It's really a shame; it was an excellent first car.
Got home last night just in time to watch Anthony Bourdain's "No Reservations". That's what I love about this show. They broadcast it once at 7 and then again at 10, so that you can see it and then go take care of business or else catch it when you've come home for the night.
Yesterday's episode was about China. Lots of good stuff here: a 500 year old pickle shop, cupping, the most wonderful looking roast duck, an outdoor ear-cleaning session and, oh god, Sezchuan hot pot.
I was very much craving shabu shabu afterwards and, more potently, I was feeling restless. This show always does this to me because I think Tony Bourdain travels in the most exquisite manner. No planned itineraries, but a list of things you'd like to see and try. And, of course, his try anything once attitude that I admire so much.
This, to me, is living with simple passion, which is an idea that I wish I could keep more in mind. "No Reservations" is right.
Man, I just can't catch a break where sleep is concerned.
Still living with the endless slight insomnia cycle the last couple of weeks. Yesterday I actually slept in pretty late but still got the Sunday afternoon blahs. Then I got a little tipsy at dinner and ended up having the most restless sleep. Tossing and turning a lot, and waking up with a start several times. I ended up staying home most of the day today and I slept for like five hours. I know this is absolutely nothing to complain about, but I got up all groggy, hot and confused.
And I felt guilty as hell. I felt terrible, like I deserved a talking to. I really felt just awful about sleeping that long on a Monday afternoon, which rendered null and void any possible rest benefits I might have gotten out of it. Looking at this all though, I feel like I associate sleep with guilt too much. Plus now I'm worried that I won't be able to sleep tonight at all. Why is it that sleep feels like a class that I'm failing? Sometimes it makes me feel sick that this is an issue in my life. Sleep is good for you. You need it.
Don't I know it.
