Poem du jour (not mine, don't worry)

Love Without Hope

Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher
Swept off his tall hat to the Squire’s own daughter,
So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly
Singing about her head, as she rode by.

--Robert Graves

My eyes. The goggles.

On their way.

Political song for no one to sing

http://www.cpajohn.com/dfv/download_the_mp3.htm

Whatever with his politics. The music. SURFACE. TO AIR. MISSILE.

Two new ones from April Winchell

EDIT: She doesn’t let you link to media files. So, if you want to see her stuff, you have to go to www.aprilwinchell.com first. Whatever. She should at least have permalinks to the articles so you don’t have to link to her home page each time like it was 1998 all over again.

The lovely and talented April Winchell presents us with two musical finds:

1. Goose Rock

2. Jesus Loves Me as done by.. um..



EDIT: She doesn’t let you link to media files. So, if you want to see her stuff, you have to go to www.aprilwinchell.com first. Whatever. She should at least have permalinks to the articles so you don’t have to link to her home page each time like it was 1998 all over again.

The gadgets of yesterday

Most of the stuff here is familiar to me. It’s a catalog of everything I wanted as a kid or young adult that my parents wisely declined to help me acquire.

Also, I really like saying BoneFone. BONE FONE BONE FONE BONE FONE

my name is laaaarrrry

Howard Dean is Wild Man Fischer.

2 Corinthians 4 (slight return)

Struck down, but not destroyed.

Half the people there were paid to attend, for sure

She said she wishes she could be in control of who’s attracted to her. Thing is, the dog never did eat the stuff so it sat in the garage for ten years. Basically this boils down to a total lack of respect but it’s hard to say that it’s conscious in any way. We had the same argument about whether to leave the water running, every year. It never has been quiet enough before to hear that noise, how freaky! My big computer problem was solved by scrolling down. She called me up just to say “I have hips”!

We’re told all our lives that we’re made for sex. All I want is one good 24 hours. The guy escaped two revolutions and cancer, he can probably handle your HR issues. He’s supposed to be dead too, but he refused. Fuck you very much for reminding me about “Small Wonder”!

If you can’t put it into words no one will know what you’re about. Back then both of us wanted everything in the Sharper Image catalog.

Whenever I say something uncomfortable it just goes into a black hole. That’s how I know I’ve made a mistake, just not what kind really.

That isn’t a job; who’s he think he’s kidding?

Back in the Garage oh god no

This is why Garageband is going to be a problem. I did this in 5 minutes and so will every other Mac user.

Hell is other people’s MIDI.