I decided to check a few of the places I read to see if december was up yet. the place I like best still had november up and I glanced at the beginning, not quite remembering what I’d read weeks ago.
so I saw:

“Make no mistake about it: This is one of your best months of the year.”

a big spitty PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT and a Tom Hanks-style, head thrown back, silent guffaw complete with the waving of tiny little tyrannosaurus arms and semi-jazz hands.

that’s high comedy.

Magic Carpet

You have a magic carpet
that will whiz you through the air,
to Spain or Maine or Africa
if you just tell it where.
so will you let it take you
where you’ve never been before,
or will you buy
some drapes to match
And use it
on your floor?

- Shel Silverstein

speaking of music: does anyone read Paste magazine? since my son left I started reading his. it comes with a cd sampler full of new music. I’m especially liking this month’s selection. there is lots of stuff I’ve never heard before and new Ani DiFranco and Joan Osbourne. excellent stuff. I’m definitely liking Denison Witmer but the one song I heard strongly reminds me of Josh Ritter. certainly that’s not a bad thing, just that perhaps I should be branching out a little?

Leonard Cohen is soothing my soul.

anyone know how to put pictures in with the text, you know like how they’re to one side, kind of embedded in the text? I’m using safari and not able to do the text-rich thang. is there anything I can do?

“Victory the cry of Washington
Leather lungs together with a RAH, RAH, RAH!
And o’er the land, our loyal band will
Sing the glory of Washington forever!”

this doggie came to my door tonight after midnight all wet and bedraggled. I think he’s a shitzu and he’s older. he’s so sweet. the humane society just picked him up. she could use some social skills. I feel like shit about it. I’d totally keep him if I was more of a dog person and my cat didn’t hate all living, breathing beings that are not me. me she merely tolerates generally.

oh yeah, and I’m allergic.

the officer says her blue paper tag means he’s been adopted from the humane society. what the hell? at least he’s chipped then. so sad. I hope I can sleep.

“Marius, you’re no longer a child
I do not doubt you mean it well
But now there is a higher call.
Who cares about your lonely soul?
We strive toward a larger goal
Our little lives don’t count at all!”

Red – the blood of angry men!
Black – the dark of ages past!
Red – a world about to dawn!
Black – the night that ends at last!