I swear I've thought of six different things to blog about in the last week or so, and not a one is occurring to me now that I need some form of procrastination. Working this many hours sucks all non-election-related thoughts into some secondary brain area that will not be accessible for another, what, 10 days? Come back, secondary brain area.
Rufus Wainwright's "Poses" has flooded back into my life suddenly, after I overdosed on it a couple years ago and after XPN wouldn't stop its funding drive even after I gave money. Public radio stations should develop some kind of magical feature that lets you plug in a secret code to prove you already ponied up and turns off the heckling. I still feel guilty and the begging makes me sad. Anyway, I needed background noise, couldn't deal with more election-talk on TV or money-talk on the radio, and thus could only choose from one of the three CDs I have in my office. One is Zero Seven, which makes me fall asleep, and one is... I forget, but it leaves me with Rufus. And I am reminded that he is lovely. The end.
Another reason to love Anne Lamott: The Rights of the Born.
Randomness concluded. When the secondary area is re-activated, there will be more content, I swear...
2 comments:
Though Rufus is top choice, if SOMEONE (whose name rhymes with schmether) would have given you the CD she made you last week, you'd have had an additional good choice. "Schmether" also found ANOTHER giftie she meant to give you and forgot about. She feels stupid.
She would like to make arrangements to bask in the glow of your presence again soon and bestow gifties.
Aw. I would like to bask in the Schmeather glow soon too, CD or no.
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