The obligatory public entry.

[phenomenologic]

What grows best in heat: cane-sugar; the coconut palm; certain millets such as bajra, ragi and jowar; linseed, and (given water) tea and rice. Our hot land is also the world's second largest producer of cotton--at least, it was when I learned geography under the mad eye of Mr Emil Zagallo, and the steelier gaze of a framed Spanish conquistador. But

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[anonymous]

If you could sleep with any dead guy, who would it be?

[czechoslovakian]

Anon. comment was me, apologies

[phenomenologic]

I will give you a quizzical look and assume you meant "If you could go back in time to when said person was still alive..." (The world is big, you know.)

If not, then um. No one.

If so, well. My journal name is named after a Jeff Buckley song, and I know someone who would kill me for sullying poor Buckley with my thoughts like that, but yeah, damn. I do have a little girly crush on Orson Welles in his younger years. If I were basing on looks alone and he weren't um, gay, then Oscar Wilde, perhaps.

I know there are a lot more, there are composers and historical figures and politicians and moviemakers and authors and insane people, but I suppose the names aren't easily remembered.

[whirring_mind]

That song is one of my most favourite. . . .

(Interesting that I've been listening to that exact CD at work today.)

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Question: Do you think the beauty of that song lies in the lyrics or the sound?

[phenomenologic]

I think it lies in the emotion he uses, quite honestly. The way he whispers "I love you, but I'm afraid to love you..." and how he drags out some words, the notes and pace he chose. Anyone can come along and cover this song note for note, but I promise they will never have his level of emotion, so it will never be the same.

Not surprisingly, since I tend to close my eyes every time I hear his voice, I do not listen to Jeff Buckley when I am driving.

[whirring_mind]

Ahhhh. Good answer.

I can’t multitask with Jeff playing either. Which is why it’s so good to listen to at work. Rather than close my eyes, I just stare a hole through the papers in front of me. Makes me look like an intensely focused employee.

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Got a question for me?

[phenomenologic]

I cannot see how most people could do anything while he's playing. But I am a little bit obsessed about my music. Enough to have a panic attack because one of my CDs went missing and I'm now convinced something weird happened and it's in a trash bin in China. Just a tiny bit.

A question for you? I am so bad at on-the-spot questions. You do have an interesting LJ name and nickname. Are you often discombobulated (I keep reading "dissociated.")? Are the two related, or did you think of them without any sort of forethought?

I almost want to ask you to humour all the southern Americans by telling us about your weather (providing it's still cold), but I have a friend in Melbourne who does that for me anyway.

[anonymous]

The other woman
Never smells of Ajax or Spaghetti-O,
And was bored with Bob Dylan
A year before we had heard of him,
And is a good sport about things like flat tires and no hot water,
Because it's easier to be a good sport
When you're not married.

The other woman
Never has tired blood,
And can name the best hotels in Acapulco
As readily as we can name detergents,
And wears a chiffon peignoir instead of a corduroy bathrobe,
Because it's easier to try harder
When you're not married.

The other woman
Never has to look at Secret Squirrel,
And spends her money on fun furs
While we are spending ours on obstetricians,
And can make a husband feel that he is wanted,
Because it's easier to want a husband
When you're not married.

Judith Viorst

Okay, wtf

[tupelo]

That was me. Nice to meet you.

Re: Okay, wtf

[phenomenologic]

Mysteriously, now your journal is baleeted deleted!