fair warning for the US.
this is a reminder to myself of two things:
A.You're going to New York in 2005. Meet some old friends you've never met.
2.Your pre-planned flight to the Bay area has been delayed because they won't give you the time off. So, work out a plan to go in early 2004.
make strings. tie around hand.
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someone told me once that Gord Downie's "Coke Machine Glow" was a waste of time. and maybe i just wasn't in the right frame of mind the first time i heard it, maybe i went into it already deciding that it was horrible, but something made me pick it out of my collection. it was donated to me by said person because they were fed up with trying to understand it, but i don't find it hard. you just have to find the right place and time to listen, and most things can be good, or at least tolerable.
exerpt:
mystery
somewhere there's a soccer game. i can hear the wild crowd moan.
it's not that life here is distasteful to me, it's just that i'm all alone.
i wanted what took a lifetime to learn, and to turn around and start again.
and after that to turn and sigh, with no more pause than i had then.
it's not that it's such a mystery, i saw it from miles away.
in time i'll only think of you when i'm buttering my toast
or in some other reflective moment when i expect the least or the most,
it's not that it's such a mystery it was practically on display.
when we've got "world enough and time" and "wither youth" comes or goes.
i hope you'll always think of me as "mine" and not one of those.
it's not that it's such a mystery, this new-found malaise.
it's just that this mystery has taken your place.
A.You're going to New York in 2005. Meet some old friends you've never met.
2.Your pre-planned flight to the Bay area has been delayed because they won't give you the time off. So, work out a plan to go in early 2004.
make strings. tie around hand.
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someone told me once that Gord Downie's "Coke Machine Glow" was a waste of time. and maybe i just wasn't in the right frame of mind the first time i heard it, maybe i went into it already deciding that it was horrible, but something made me pick it out of my collection. it was donated to me by said person because they were fed up with trying to understand it, but i don't find it hard. you just have to find the right place and time to listen, and most things can be good, or at least tolerable.
exerpt:
mystery
somewhere there's a soccer game. i can hear the wild crowd moan.
it's not that life here is distasteful to me, it's just that i'm all alone.
i wanted what took a lifetime to learn, and to turn around and start again.
and after that to turn and sigh, with no more pause than i had then.
it's not that it's such a mystery, i saw it from miles away.
in time i'll only think of you when i'm buttering my toast
or in some other reflective moment when i expect the least or the most,
it's not that it's such a mystery it was practically on display.
when we've got "world enough and time" and "wither youth" comes or goes.
i hope you'll always think of me as "mine" and not one of those.
it's not that it's such a mystery, this new-found malaise.
it's just that this mystery has taken your place.