suggestion

Have you ever wandered around aimlessly in the Fisher Stack while listening to Radiohead?

I highly recommend it.

buzz

It's not often these days that I'll use my blog just to brag about feeling good... but man, walking home in the rain today made be buzz even more than I was. I felt alive, and man it felt good.

I think a couple of reasons for feeling so good were that I was also listening to Street Spirit (Fade Out) by Radiohead, from The Bends (which I have decided is an incredible album), while walking home; also, I had the thought of a melancholic demeanour being "a fearful gift" going through my head courtesy of a quote in the book I'm reading, "Lincoln's Melancholy". The rain, the song, the quote all made me realise something - the sickening, smothering blackness that has been my involuntary reaction to life's curveballs can be a blessing rich, perilous, beautiful and powerful. Praise God, that was freeing.

I'm going to go and cook pasta with sauce and cheese and enjoy the heck out of it.

wait for me

Somewhere over future's sea
I imagine that you wait for me,
Sifting through your thoughts on men,
Waiting for just one of them
Who rocks a little more than others,
Smells like safety, likes your mother,
Looks a little like Brad Pitt
(but isn't quite as full of it),
To come along and win your heart,
And make your dearest dreams to start.
Oh wondrous love, the sweetest bliss,
The prettiest rose, the tend'rest kiss,
The foulest sadness when he leaves
And says it wasn't meant to be.
Bastard. But hey, now he's gone,
You're left feeling all alone,
And I'm a sort of decent guy,
Who'd love to take his turn to try
To tell you that you're pretty sweet,
And that I think you're kinda neat.
I reckon you might think it's cool
To try to like a crazy fool,
So we could date (and keep things wholesome)
And see if us two could be awesome.
That's what I imagine, sweet,
About the way that we would meet,
It prob'ly won't be quite like that,
But come whatever, you'll be rad.

--I