i'm in blog heaven...

type type type :)

i want to be a lazy cat on a sunshine porch.

a song for every occasion

Both Sides Now

Rows and flows of angel’s hair
And icecream castles in the air
And feathered canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and they snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way.

I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, but still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all.

Moon and Junes and Ferris wheels
That dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I’ve looked at love that way.

But now it’s just another show
You leave them laughing when you go
And if you care, don’t let them know
Don’t give yourself away.

I’ve looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, but still somehow
It’s love’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know love at all.

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say “I love you” right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I’ve looked at life that way

But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed
Well something’s lost, but something’s gained
In living every day.

I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose, but still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all.

-- Joni Mitchell

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as usual, friends sing the song in my heart :)
you know who you are.

co-incidence?

and the book itself agrees with me, "6 good reasons to stay at home and bolt the door".

I should have just shown 'em the book, "Talk to the Book" :)

schlechtesgewissen

that's deutsch for 'guilty conscience', and yes, i have one. no matter what i do.

today the deal is i was caught alone at diwan (local bookstore) by someone i knew and my big mouth had to sputter that i was on a people-diet.

"that's not healthy".

"what the f***?" would have been appropriate reaction.

But considering i had just gone in to buy a book called "Talk to the Hand" that criticises "the utter rudeness of everyday life" I say something polite like, "but I do meet some people" and qualify by saying i wasn't into loud crowds. why did i have to justify myself?

and why do people think that going into your own little shell is such a bad thing anyway? its like when you are on a diet, the world wants to drag you out of it.

how do they know its not healthy, and why should they be allowed to pass comment so easily? bother, bother. grumble, grumble.

i'm better off in my little corner, thank you. won't be biting anyone that way.

hibernation is liberation

I'm going to make like The Plog-ster and plug-blog in this poem :)

Dream Song 14: Life, Friends is Boring
By John Berryman


Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatedly) 'Ever to confess you're bored
means you have no

Inner Resources.' I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as achilles,

Who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind me, wag.

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honesty, such liberating stuff.

hibernation is liberation
liberation is imitation?