I forget to pray for the angels, and the angels forget to pray for us
After almost two semesters of extreme laziness, I have managed to go to the gym that is IN OUR BUILDING. I could taste the blood (?) in the back of my throat after half an hour on the elliptical, which serves me right for ignoring my own health for so long.
Going along with the idea of health, I've begun to wonder if I'll become one of those old ladies who drinks hard scotch or whiskey with a few ice cubes before every family meal. I hope so. I feel like one earns the hard alcohol in their old age. My grandma said that a doctor once said to her father that, "If you drink before you're forty, you're a fool. If you don't drink after your forty, you're a damned fool!" I'm not talking about full-blown alcoholism here, the kind that has your wig askew at 90 as you twirl the ice cubes in your glass with your pinky, but more self-preservation drinking. Not to say that I'm headed down that road when just last week I showed up at my friend's apt, dry heaved for about twenty minutes into a trash can with little to show for my effort, and passed out on her roommate's bed with a pretzel stuck to my lips. Clearly, I'm a class act.
Leonard Cohen's I'm Your Man is such a untraditionally sexy song. I love that man's voice and lyrics in the same way some people are fanatical about Bob Dylan's. I used to be completely obsessed with Famous Blue Raincoat, Chelsea Hotel No. 2 (Rufus Wainwright does a great cover), and Suzanne (Nina Simone does a great cover.) Now, it's all about I'm Your Man, Hey That's No Way to Say Goodbye, and So Long Marianne. I also love a few versions of Wayfaring Stanger, especially by Emmylou Harris and Horsepower, and Johnny Cash's God's Gonna Cut You Down.
I finally saw David Sedaris live. Amazing, amazing. I'm kind of jealous of his boyfriend Hugh. I'm kind of shocked that Sedaris is in his 50s and not eternally in his 30s.
Going along with the idea of health, I've begun to wonder if I'll become one of those old ladies who drinks hard scotch or whiskey with a few ice cubes before every family meal. I hope so. I feel like one earns the hard alcohol in their old age. My grandma said that a doctor once said to her father that, "If you drink before you're forty, you're a fool. If you don't drink after your forty, you're a damned fool!" I'm not talking about full-blown alcoholism here, the kind that has your wig askew at 90 as you twirl the ice cubes in your glass with your pinky, but more self-preservation drinking. Not to say that I'm headed down that road when just last week I showed up at my friend's apt, dry heaved for about twenty minutes into a trash can with little to show for my effort, and passed out on her roommate's bed with a pretzel stuck to my lips. Clearly, I'm a class act.
Leonard Cohen's I'm Your Man is such a untraditionally sexy song. I love that man's voice and lyrics in the same way some people are fanatical about Bob Dylan's. I used to be completely obsessed with Famous Blue Raincoat, Chelsea Hotel No. 2 (Rufus Wainwright does a great cover), and Suzanne (Nina Simone does a great cover.) Now, it's all about I'm Your Man, Hey That's No Way to Say Goodbye, and So Long Marianne. I also love a few versions of Wayfaring Stanger, especially by Emmylou Harris and Horsepower, and Johnny Cash's God's Gonna Cut You Down.
I finally saw David Sedaris live. Amazing, amazing. I'm kind of jealous of his boyfriend Hugh. I'm kind of shocked that Sedaris is in his 50s and not eternally in his 30s.