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eor"I am preoccupied,
can't get you out of my mind." - Sinead
That's not true really. That's all about love and angst and well, sorry, but lately I can't muster a good head of steam on the whole angst thing. It's a shite state of affairs to be in, Tommy! And all the fresh air in the world won't make any fucking difference! Don't you ever feel that way? Like there should be more passion, but you cannot muster the passion to be passionate about it. There are like a half dozen people I could easily be in love with, but lacking any evidence of the corresponding feelings on their part I simply don't go there. Wait, is this maturity? Maybe, 'tis. I can see the advantage of this, the not bashing one's head against the wall and all that what what. On the other hand, who needs reason when you've got a good passion addiction.
In substitute for passion I've been finding random links:
Cobb Hill is an intentional community that did, and does. Look under "Who We Are" and "Governance" to see how much thought has gone into the structure.
I so badly want to put an incredible set of audio components into one of these it can't be expressed properly. My brother-in-law has a stereo mounted into a cabinet like this and I have been green with envy since I was twelve. Too cool for words.
"I made enough money to buy Miami,
but I pissed it away so fast,
never meant to last" -- Jimmy Buffett "A Pirate Looks at Forty"
I'm generally anti-consumption but when I buy I like to buy things that are nice. If you really want to suck up to me, get me a gift certificate to Ultimate Ears. I have a dream of headphones that are comfortable and kickass.
"wondering if her hair was still red." -- Bob Dylan "Tangled Up in Blue"
My taste in poetry is simple. I like simple rhyme and not too complicated theme. Perhaps it's my low brow education, but I've never seen a poem as beautiful as a tree. And sometimes a poem about a cow is just what my soul needs. I've never gotten into any Italian poets from the 15th century, but maybe if my passion glowed like burning coals I could become addicted.
"And I just smiled,
'cause I loved you both." -- John Wesley Harding "Red Rose and the Briar"
That's a color segue if you didn't notice: blue, red. Maybe I'll do white next. Speaking of blue, is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mizzmarvel ever gonna finish that story? I'm just teasing dear, you know I don't read slash, but I'm advocating on behalf of your fans. They pay me, though it might be better if they paid you. Where was I, oh yeah, white.
"Honey white, made a deal for some angel food." --- Morphine "Honey White"
I love the sax in that song. I always have. But you can't depend on great sax... *ba dum bum*
"I'm up to me ears in cold breakfast trays,
to be cleaned before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion." -- Jethro Tull "One White Duck/ 0^10=Nothing at All"
Not often you get maths and ducks in a song.
can't get you out of my mind." - Sinead
That's not true really. That's all about love and angst and well, sorry, but lately I can't muster a good head of steam on the whole angst thing. It's a shite state of affairs to be in, Tommy! And all the fresh air in the world won't make any fucking difference! Don't you ever feel that way? Like there should be more passion, but you cannot muster the passion to be passionate about it. There are like a half dozen people I could easily be in love with, but lacking any evidence of the corresponding feelings on their part I simply don't go there. Wait, is this maturity? Maybe, 'tis. I can see the advantage of this, the not bashing one's head against the wall and all that what what. On the other hand, who needs reason when you've got a good passion addiction.
In substitute for passion I've been finding random links:
Cobb Hill is an intentional community that did, and does. Look under "Who We Are" and "Governance" to see how much thought has gone into the structure.
I so badly want to put an incredible set of audio components into one of these it can't be expressed properly. My brother-in-law has a stereo mounted into a cabinet like this and I have been green with envy since I was twelve. Too cool for words.
"I made enough money to buy Miami,
but I pissed it away so fast,
never meant to last" -- Jimmy Buffett "A Pirate Looks at Forty"
I'm generally anti-consumption but when I buy I like to buy things that are nice. If you really want to suck up to me, get me a gift certificate to Ultimate Ears. I have a dream of headphones that are comfortable and kickass.
"wondering if her hair was still red." -- Bob Dylan "Tangled Up in Blue"
My taste in poetry is simple. I like simple rhyme and not too complicated theme. Perhaps it's my low brow education, but I've never seen a poem as beautiful as a tree. And sometimes a poem about a cow is just what my soul needs. I've never gotten into any Italian poets from the 15th century, but maybe if my passion glowed like burning coals I could become addicted.
"And I just smiled,
'cause I loved you both." -- John Wesley Harding "Red Rose and the Briar"
That's a color segue if you didn't notice: blue, red. Maybe I'll do white next. Speaking of blue, is
mizzmarvel ever gonna finish that story? I'm just teasing dear, you know I don't read slash, but I'm advocating on behalf of your fans. They pay me, though it might be better if they paid you. Where was I, oh yeah, white."Honey white, made a deal for some angel food." --- Morphine "Honey White"
I love the sax in that song. I always have. But you can't depend on great sax... *ba dum bum*
"I'm up to me ears in cold breakfast trays,
to be cleaned before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion." -- Jethro Tull "One White Duck/ 0^10=Nothing at All"
Not often you get maths and ducks in a song.
