I need to remember to take the long cut; I’ll get there eventually.
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Here you are
Cata cata cata cata cata cata cata cata
At first I loved being reminded of this song all the time, because it has always been one of my favorites. And I want someone to dust my lemon lies with powder pink and sweet. After a while, though, it started getting a bit old.
But last night I heard the original again and realized that my brain wasn’t even close to doing it justice. So I’ll keep encouraging it to glow inside my head and hold me hypnotized, mesmerized…
On returning from my incredibly short vacation to Hawaii, I was greeted with freezing temperatures, unrelenting rain, darkness at about 4:30 thanks to the wonders of daylight savings time, and the realization that the budget situation at work is worse than I thought.
I was told that some stuff I though might be happening at work will definitely NOT be happening, due of course to financial issues. I left work wondering how in the hell the state with an economy larger than that of most countries can have absolutely no money for education.
Then, KSLG came to my rescue once again, by playing all four versions of the Dead Kennedys’ California Über Alles back to back. Each one pays tribute to a different governor of California in a way only the Dead Kennedys can, from the 1979 original about Jerry Brown, to the 1984 Ronald Reagan version, to the 2005 tribute to the Governator. But my personal favorite was the 1992 cover by The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy that roasts Pete Wilson, and contains the lines
I’ll keep cuttin’ Public Education
even though we rank 45th in the nation
Sounds about right.
By the way, I recommend Dead Kennedy and/or Dead Milkmen therapy whenever possible. When I finally got Brian an iPod last month, one of the first songs he bought was “Punk Rock Girl” as a surprise for me. Ever since then, I have been looking for a way to work the following into a blog post, and it seems like a fitting ending to this one. Make sure you yell it at the top of your lungs while you read it:
If you ain’t got Mojo Nixon
Then this store could use some fixin’
Oh yeah, and I decided not to stop blogging.
Yes, I’m on the road again— not taking the country roads this time, but leaving on a jet plane to go fill up my senses with the Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah river. I’ll probably be staying on grandma’s feather bed and when the sun’s comin’ up there’ll be cakes on the griddle. How may John Denver references can you fit into one paragraph?
I’m off to West-by-god-Virginia for a week to visit Brian’s family, and then dropping by my old haunts in Michigan for about 36 hours or so on the way back to go to a wedding. My plans while I’m there include doing a lot of writing, so hopefully I’ll have some new material when I get back.
I’ll try to post photos on Flickr while I’m there, to give you all the WV experience. Animals on the to-see list include: indigo bunting, black bear, red fox, white tailed deer (these are guaranteed, since Bri’s dad feeds them), Eastern bluebird, FIREFLIES which I’m having a hard time doing without here in the west, striped skunk, beaver, muskrat, groundhog, cardinal, blue jay, porcupine, maybe some nuthatches and flycatchers. We’ll see how we do.
Have a good week!
A “musical baton” has been passed to me by Glenda the Goodwitch. Wow, this site’s first meme!
Edit: I felt compelled to write more after I got home from work (ahem). Pacific time has its disadvantages.
Total volume of music files on my computer: 3.88 GB (holy crap! That’s a lot for someone in a music rut.)
The last CD I bought was: A Ghost is Born by Wilco
Song playing right now: The Milkman of Human Kindness by Billy Bragg
Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me:
The Ghost in You by Psychedelic Furs
Inside you the time moves and she don’t fade / The ghost in you, she don’t fade.
Reminds me of my grandmother, who committed suicide three years before I was born, and I feel is inside me for various reasons
Lovesong by The Cure
However far away
However long I stay
Whatever words I say
I will always love you.
For all the friends from those days that I still love and never keep in touch with
Closer to Fine by The Indigo Girls
I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind, got my papers, now I’m free
I spent eight years prostrate to the higher mind…
Yin and Yang The Flowerpot Man by Love & Rockets
Beauty, beauty, beauty, beautiful…
High school nostalgia
Who Loves the Sun by The Velvet Underground
Anthem for the dark days.
Yes, I am officially stuck in the 80’s. But it’s the good 80’s.
Five people to whom I’m passing the baton. I don’t know a lot of bloggers that haven’t already anted up, so I’ll pick some I know and some I’m just curious to hear from: