Jason, who doesn't hold his liquor nearly as well as kd, fairly recently asked about favorite songs, and why they rated. Dunno why I'm in a Cowboy Junkies mood today:
He left his dead in the cottonwood trees
the ground grown too hard with the years
Falling down was not what it used to be
the ground grown too hard with the years
He told his children those little white lies
the truth would only paralyze them
He told himself those little white lies
the truth would only paralyze him
Lay it down, lay it down
He sold most of what he cherished,
the rest he let them steal
Shot his dog out in the open field,
the rest he let them steal
He broke all of his promises,
under a sea green sky
They never thought to ask him why,
under a sea green sky
Lay it down, lay it down
Please bury me in the cottonwood trees
the ground grown too cold for me
Going to sleep tonight in a warm feather bed
the ground grown too cold for me
Lay it down, lay it down
Might be Margot Timmins' phrasing, which glides gently all over the place carrying the melody. It might be the way the band gives the rhythm room to grow on you. Or it's just warm and overcast.
Michelle claims unjustifiably to be ancient because of her radio presets. Which reminds me that I've got an entire set of Twin Cities presets I should change to something else at some point. Since there was already a set for Chicago, there's hardly any rush. And I might be driving around when I'm up there later this month.
You know, visiting people I didn't bother telling I was leaving and that sort of thing.
VASpider needs sleep. Linking to a guest commentary by Dinesh D'Souza in the National Review is not a good sign. Despite the fact that I just did the same thing. Well, she started it.
George is busy NaNoWriMo'ing. I didn't say I was going to do that, did I? Because I was lying through my teeth if I did. Hanne's effort looks good compared to mine, and she's grooving to the new Sigur Rós rather than. . .
Hang on, may have a new favorite song soon. Disregard this entry.
If anyone regards any of them.
Update: Oh, what the fuck?
Finally, the Democrats could become the party of moral degeneracy. In recent years the Democrats have not embraced moral degeneracy outright. They have contented themselves with hiding behind the slogan of "liberty." If accused of encouraging pornography, the Democrats have said, "No, we are for liberty of expression." Charged with supporting abortion-on-demand, the Democrats insist, "No, we are the party that gives women freedom over their own bodies." Caught distributing sex kits and homosexual instruction manuals to young people, the Democrats protest, "We are merely attempting to give people autonomy and freedom of choice."
Dinesh D'Souza, ladies and gentlemen.
Sex kits?
Homosexual instruction manuals?
And what pornography were they meant to be encouraging?
Sorry, that last was an accusation. The previous two, they were caught doing. Shame there are no footnotes or those hyperlink things the kids are all into these days, I'd like to know when they were caught doing this.
After all, National Review would never publish unsubstantiated allegations. Fucking bastion of journalistic integrity they are.
I resemble that remark.
Dinesh is fun. Just like everybody else I'm not going to argue with.
But they're in for it when I turn my site over to the honky slut warrior and change it's name to crackabarrel.com
She doesn't say please...most of what she says starts with "bitch" and "fuck".
Everybody's loving the Sigur Ros, gotta pick that one up soon too.
Oh I think it's completely justified.
Sex kits = condoms, doncha know.
My father's had a subscription to NR since time immemorial.
I've decided not to hold it against him.
There are witches in the hills
Calling my name
Saying "Come join us, sister,
Come kiss the flame.
Come dance in the moonbeams
And ride the night winds
And make love to the darkness
And laugh at man's sins."
I shiver with delight
I shiver with fear
My heart longs to go
But my soul's filled with fear
So I turn to my lover and ask
"What do I do?
Do I answer their call or
Stay here with you?"
But under spell of deep sleep
He moans and turns away
Taking his protection
And my desire to stay
So I rise to the hills
I ride the night winds
I make love to the darkness
And I luagh at man's sins.
Gotta love my Margo.
Michelle mine heart, need I remind you that I'm, what, six years older than you?
VASpider, please tell me you're joking with that condoms line. I'm begging you. Please.
Garrity, I'm gonna make like Jason and turn this site over to you. That ok?
When I tell you I'm joking, you're going to have to pretend I can do it with a straight face, Aaron. I mean, I can tell you, but you're going to have to pretend I'm not laughing while I do it.
Um, Aaron, does that mean I'm blathering too much in your comments section? If so, I'm sorry . . . three-day weekend, no students to speechify at, and I get all wordy . . .
Also, please recall what happened the last time you even hinted about putting me (and Michelle, was it? And kd?) at the helm. Bras were frozen. It was bad.
Garrity, not at all what I meant. Although I'm not sure comparing you to honky slut warrior is a better thing to say. But blather as much as you like.
As for last time I considered handing over the reins (reign?), I have forgotten the entire incident and heartily encourage everyone else to do likewise.