i went to work early today. 'cause i had class later. but i got up too too early. so i got too sleepy. and that allergy pill.
and on the way to work. i took this picture. properties file: Today, April 08, 2008, 8:02:26 AM
so. after all. i didn't make it to class. i feel guilty. i know i shouldn't. but i feel the guilt. that one of the lazy student. faul, langweilig Studentin. but i came early(ish) home. and been doing nothing interesting since then.
this morning's menacing sky. should've been a warning. a cold day it was. still is. 12° below the average temperature for this time of the year. that might explain. why. what?
just as there is junk food there is plenty of junk literature
when i feel a little too susceptible and don't want to really question my intellect nor my soul too much i stick to junk... both, food and literature
being afraid that a too-good book might caught my interest too deeply or could drive my soul to ponder over the subtilities that form the filigree of one's soul and core... good books get to the core cheaper novellas, don't. or a too great meal could awake senses are better to keep dormant
good things awaken you and sometimes to survive one has to be a little dull somehow aloof...
so this past Sunday like under a spell i read over 200 pages of Mrs. Diane Mott Davidson first "culinary mystery" Catering to Nobody that actually is kind of a 'cute' mystery, a divorced woman whose supports her 11 year old with catering businesses and gets involved into a murder...
so while i chowed down some really fatty fries i read recipes mixed with murder
junk, sometimes so good for the soul even if not for the heart, and certainly nor for the intellect...
oh! and i have junk socks too! my mother gave me these kitty-socks they are sort of silly and not very adult... but they come in very handy when i run out of clean laundry
'cause sometimes you have to rehearse your disconnection notice [this is an amazing live version!] and then stop playing the diva games and wear anything... but the mild lovely noise cuddles me yes this mild noise does beautifully corrupts my soul but no danger on it at all ... this my band of always
and [Where do you want to go?] [Where do you want to go now?] [Where do you want to go today?]
Lali Puna one of my preferred bands i haven't listened to them in a while but tonight... this song
Micronomic It’s so hot in here It’s burning outside And all your teenage idols have left the building Haven’t you seen the signs of the time? Where do you want to go? Where do you want to go now? Are you the last to know they’ve changed your future Where do you want to go? Where do you want to go now? Where do you want to go today? It’s so hot in here It’s burning outside Everybody’s leaving Say they will make it on the other side Haven’t you seen the signs of the time? Where do you want to go?
and after about 25 years of have listened to it i never really knew all the lyrics to it
english is my second language but rock music [properly and by definition written in English] is my first choice
and many times i have fallen in love with a song, without understanding all what the singer was singing, i could fall in love with a song just 'cause it 'freaking rocked'!! heck yes!
but tonight, after 25 years or so i realized, a-ha!! Web-reka!! this is what the internetsss are for! to look-up what the heck is john lennon babbling over some bucka bucka come-so come-so (???) [what i made of it!...] so indeed! i googled the lyrics to the song and yep! the words really meant nothing just something on a dream but then i googled more! and remembered this great site SongFacts [just wish the data base was bigger already and more to my favorite musical genders oriented] so here the ideas, i guess more than facts over #9Dream i bet John looks from the sky at us laughing at our attempts to decipher his stoned dreams, ha! what a crazy great lunatic man he was, admirable! just a lovely john lennon dream though his #9 dream, by the way... his dream has given me so many hours of pleasure! and... "Ah, böwakawa poussé, poussé" "Ah, böwakawa poussé, poussé" now... i endlich know...
i recommend you to get rid of your shoes! and sing along, and if you want and nobody is watching, you should dance too...
i got myself a pair of blue moccasins from the traditionally made Minnetonka brand and wow they are comfortable and incredibly comfortable and soft! [oh no! just wrote comfortable twice... damn, now it's three times... ]
oh! they feel like gloves on my feet more than shoes... and tomorrow, yes! tomorrow my new blue suede shoes [smile] shall be tested on the streets ah!
and i just hope that nobody steps on my blue suede shoes und ganz selbstverständlich... from 1956! mister Carl Lee Perkins
and since then, we still rock n roll then and now! and shall we dance?
yes! i know it sounds idiotic but my eyebrows hurt! not the hair itself but more the bones that go right behind the line of the eyebrow
a strange pain, like a muscular pain not itchy, the skin not sore, and not a headache really... but just... pain?
oh my eyebrows! ach meine Augenbrauen! ¡ay ay mis cejas! [this translation made me laugh i am such an idiot translating this but i laugh, hope you too!]
mmm? i've been working a lot with Photoshop and dealing with a detailed image today, and i squint my eyes sometimes a lot... and i read a good load of Deutsch last night 'cause i had der Kapitel 9 Test
and it's April's Fool April! April! [...in Deutschleid heh heh]
so anyway, this day did fool me and end up being... the day! the day... of the fool-me eyebrow pain
still hurts!
and i wrote something about this day on a piece of paper at school a sentimental note and then i couldn't find it some kid at school might be laughing over me now or worse, just on the floor, so...
so i will drink a vermouth i don't think people drink vermouth straight anymore i drink it straight, but with ice my mother says it's an old's people drink but i have a vermouth once or twice a week
my favorite one is Cinzano but this one Di Torino Rosso that i found at Trader Joe's is pretty decent, not the best but not like there is a lot to judge over a vermouth or is there? ... Il Vermouth è un vino aromatizzato vecchio di...6000 anni...
and yes... technically my mother called me old yes, i might behave stubbornly old-er sometimes manchmal manchmal... a veces, a veces...
so that's why i cure myself with these sandwiches oh sand-wi-ches, like that, slow... and soft thank you John!, Earl of Sandwich for this rather international mouthwatering word with no translation required word...
