maybe pixies

I'm not sure who the culprit was - maybe her, maybe that boy she takes around with her... but I'll assume one of them knows something about my toothpaste and razor being moved to a not so obvious location and making me think that possibly they had been stolen or had fallen into the toilet or the trash or maybe even out the window into the dark enclosed space between the walls. I'll assume this because it never happened until they came over tonight.

Evolutionary Quote of the Day

The dung-mimicking insect is well protected, but can there be any edge in looking only 5 percent like a turd?

solitary poem

This lonliness.... a proud lonliness
one feels that they are exuding to observers
or just themselves in their reflection
or anyone watching

A poised, confrontational posture
confident steps
controlled and intoxicated
by sweet music
pumped directly to their ears
so only they can hear.

Learn to play

You're trying to read and you realize you've completely coasted through the last page without noticing a single word because Beck playing in the background got you thinking of how far he has come from the olden days of his first album - not only in popularity but also in musical skill - and then you start to dream about how nice it would be to learn an instrument and get better yourself. Why not?

this song always gets to me

It's 'to the sea' by Yello
(sung by the amazing Stina Nordenstam)

Away...
Away...

You may have many problems
But I was never one
All I ask is take me to the sea

You had to take me somewhere
I realize it now
Listen now just take me to the sea

Away from flickering nights and crowded streets
Away from blinding lights and shining needs
Away from person hiding, breathing hard
Away from always paying on your card

This will be my way out
And you will be my guide
Don't argue, take me to the sea

I'm only asking this once
Please take me for a ride
All I ask is take me to the sea

To the sea
To the sea
To the sea
To the sea

Then leave me with the seagulls
Smile your sweetest smile
I'll kiss you like the salty northern breeze

Drop silver on your forehead
And wave my last goodbye
All you do is take me to the sea

To the sea
To the sea
To the sea
To the sea...

Just like Umi says

Each moment should be
cradled close
like a precious child
who is growing up too fast
or a book that crumbles
even as you carefully
turn the pages to
try and read it.

Enjoy each moment like
you would a rare
piece of candy -
the last one
leftover from
your trip to a
foreign land you'll
never be able to afford
to see again.

First page of a new book

Not to sense... we lose touch with each other
we lose sight of each other

we lose all sense of each other

Voice is a poor substitute for being there.
But what is being there a substitute for?

Why do people get together?