I remember Daddy saying keep your eye on the ball
Run like hell, play to win, get up when you fall
I'm trying
Don't say nothing that you can't take back
Never do anything you might regret
No don't do that
Daddy, I'm trying
Know the difference between heaven and hell
Go easy on the bottle
Be hard on yourself
I'm trying

But all I can do, is all I can do
And I ( Read more... )

Hey, I just spent a productive hour or so setting up a half.com account to sell old, misc. books and CDs.  Check it out:

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I now have my own psychotherapist.  Appointments every Thursday afternoon.  *pokes herself curiously*

I would also like to introduce Kinesthiology Guy.  He is the first semi-smart male I've ever met.  Well, the first who isn't some sort of Literary Dead White Male (emphasis on Dead).  He is called Kinesthiology Guy because the first day in class, ( Read more... )

Sometime before they die, everyone should read Romancing the Ordinary: A Year of Simple Splendors, by Sarah Ban Breathnach.  I know I've mentioned the author before but, surprisingly, I couldn't remember mentioning that title before.  Which is an unutterable shame, since I've known of and adored the manuscript for more than six months.

A note to the ( Read more... )

I had a collection of Sheryl Crow playing in the car today, and only just realized there was this line in "The Difficult Kind"--there ain't nothing like regret to remind you you're alive--which is what I've seen in abundance lately.

I also just realized how much I love the Applachian mountain song "Poor Wayfaring Stranger."  In fact, I generally ( Read more... )

I've been drifting in a sea of music, and only now realized how far from a solid shore I've gone.   Sheryl Crow and Kid Rock are harmonizing on the gentle "Picture"; only a second ago I switched to that from the siren-blaring "New Joc City", which was itself an interlude between the Crow and the lazy "1st Time," also by Joc.   Generally, in the ( Read more... )

*sighs*   I have the mildly amusing idea that lately I've been going crazy.  Chatting indulgently about myself to cyber-space-air is only the most recent example.

After moaning and groaning yesterday about how little space I had left in my room for books (I think the final estimate was that there was room for either two smaller ones or one large one ( Read more... )

*groans*   I spent two hours last night moving, re-organizing and sorting books, CDs, jewelry, and other paraphelinia located on the floor, stereo center, bookcase, and chest in my bedroom, all to make room for more books.   Here a few interesting little stats I "discovered" last night:

--42 books were purchased from the used section at the library ( Read more... )

Happy belated Independence Day. :)

Taken in bits and pieces, Independence Day was lovely and exciting. Taking it as a whole leads me to think next year should be better planned and executed.

The actual day was perhaps the worst part--rising late and preparing late, no decorations, spending most of the time alone, aimlessly surfing or watching TV, ( Read more... )

O pure of heart! thou need'st not ask of me
What this strong music in the soul may be!
What, and wherein it doth exist,
This light, this glory, this fair luminious mist,
This beautiful and beauty-making power.
-- "Dejection: An Ode", Coleridge

*****

Yesterday I found an elegant little book in the new section of the library: The New York Times ( Read more... )