Look Ma, there's Ex-Ze-Ma
I want to take a picture of my own hands, and use it as my signature picture on here. Unfortunately, this is difficult, because I don't know how to scan pictures, and I don't want to learn right now. So, I google-searched and came up with this one, which bears a striking resemblance.
Looking at pictures of hands makes this song by jewel come into my head. These hands are small I know, but they're not yours they are my own... Hee hee, Jewel. I dunno...it's annoying that it's stuck in me head. The very first cd that I ever bought was by jewel. I wanted Alanis at that point in my life, but my mom didn't want me to have a cd called "jagged little pill". I don't think I missed out a whole lot.
I heard Alanis Morisette in Ryan's coffeeshop yesterday. Ryan works in a semi-corporatey place, which he doesn't seem to love to much, but he does seem good at his job. He has such a kind personality, and it makes me mad that he didn't get very good tips yesterday. Damn cheapo, rich, coffee-drinkers.
Kristen and I visited him together, which was very nice. I love them both. The weather was beautiful, almost-warm, but not muggy or uncomfortable. It was sweat-shirt optional weather, which is my favorite kind. Kristen and I went to see the Hitchiker's Guide movie after that, which, I have to say, doesn't quite hold a candle to House of Wax. I almost fell asleep. On the upside, Kristen shared her blue slushie with me.
And in keeping with the songwriter theme, I like the following poem by Joni Mitchell and I want to share it. It reminds me of P. And of Arlo.
Marcie in a coat of flowers
Stops inside a candy store
Reds are sweet and greens are sour
Still no letter at her door
So she'll wash her flower curtains
Hand them in the wind to dry
Dust her tables with his shirt and
wave another day goodbye
Marcie's faucet needs a plumer
Marcie's sorrow needs a man
Red is autumn green is summer
Greens are turning and the sand
All along the ocean beaches
Stares up empty at the sky
Marcie buys a bag of peaches
Stops a postman going by
And summer goes
Falls to the sidewalk like string and brown paper
Winter blows
Up from the sea there's no one to take her
To the sea
Marcie dresses warm its snowing
Takes a yellow cab uptown
Red is stop and green's for going
Sees a show and rides back down
Down along the Hudson River
Past the Shipyard in the cold
still no letter's been delivered
Still the winter days unfold
Like magazines
Fading in dusty grey attics and cellars
Make a dream
Dream back to summer and hear how he tells her
Wait for me
Marcie leaves and doesn't tell us
Where or why she moved away
Red is angry green is jealous
That was all she had to say
Someone thought they saw her Sunday
Window shopping in the rain
Someone heard she bought a one-way ticket
and went west again
Looking at pictures of hands makes this song by jewel come into my head. These hands are small I know, but they're not yours they are my own... Hee hee, Jewel. I dunno...it's annoying that it's stuck in me head. The very first cd that I ever bought was by jewel. I wanted Alanis at that point in my life, but my mom didn't want me to have a cd called "jagged little pill". I don't think I missed out a whole lot.
I heard Alanis Morisette in Ryan's coffeeshop yesterday. Ryan works in a semi-corporatey place, which he doesn't seem to love to much, but he does seem good at his job. He has such a kind personality, and it makes me mad that he didn't get very good tips yesterday. Damn cheapo, rich, coffee-drinkers.
Kristen and I visited him together, which was very nice. I love them both. The weather was beautiful, almost-warm, but not muggy or uncomfortable. It was sweat-shirt optional weather, which is my favorite kind. Kristen and I went to see the Hitchiker's Guide movie after that, which, I have to say, doesn't quite hold a candle to House of Wax. I almost fell asleep. On the upside, Kristen shared her blue slushie with me.
And in keeping with the songwriter theme, I like the following poem by Joni Mitchell and I want to share it. It reminds me of P. And of Arlo.
Marcie in a coat of flowers
Stops inside a candy store
Reds are sweet and greens are sour
Still no letter at her door
So she'll wash her flower curtains
Hand them in the wind to dry
Dust her tables with his shirt and
wave another day goodbye
Marcie's faucet needs a plumer
Marcie's sorrow needs a man
Red is autumn green is summer
Greens are turning and the sand
All along the ocean beaches
Stares up empty at the sky
Marcie buys a bag of peaches
Stops a postman going by
And summer goes
Falls to the sidewalk like string and brown paper
Winter blows
Up from the sea there's no one to take her
To the sea
Marcie dresses warm its snowing
Takes a yellow cab uptown
Red is stop and green's for going
Sees a show and rides back down
Down along the Hudson River
Past the Shipyard in the cold
still no letter's been delivered
Still the winter days unfold
Like magazines
Fading in dusty grey attics and cellars
Make a dream
Dream back to summer and hear how he tells her
Wait for me
Marcie leaves and doesn't tell us
Where or why she moved away
Red is angry green is jealous
That was all she had to say
Someone thought they saw her Sunday
Window shopping in the rain
Someone heard she bought a one-way ticket
and went west again