Unsurprisingly, it’s been a heck of a week. Surprisingly, it still appears that we’re in for a heck of a weekend.
I saw Captain America today (short review: it’s weird to see WWII in four colors), tomorrow I have to go to my nephew’s tee-ball game (a bunch of five year olds running around), then my other nephew’s birthday party (ARGH I HAVEN’T EVEN GONE SHOPPING YET!!! I’ll get him some Spiderman and maybe a game of sorts), and then Maribou’s plane comes in at 10 freaking PM.
Sunday will then be dedicated to Nothing. Nothing at all. Okay, maybe laundry.
You?
Work, work, work, work and work. Maybe I can fit in some Giants on TV.
Dude, the last two Saturdays, I had to go in.
I feel for you.
A fun-filled weekend of being on call and office hours. Maybe if I’m really lucky, I’ll get to drive into the city to see patients in the hospital.
Also, replacing my dead iPhone, which has rendered years of mediocre service. I plan to switch to the Verizon version, which I am told is much better.
Airports, unwinding my brain after 7 days straight of intense classwork, and then nothing. Can’t wait to do nothing with you, sweetie.
Indeed.
Well, hello Marianne! And to think I just out of the blue, composed this song JUST for you!
I just love this guy, Leonard Cohen. A few years ago, make that LOTS of years, I met him in a Buddhist monastery of all places. He was just a great, great guy. I had a little portable genuine clavichord that almost always travelled with me–had a little powered amp for my street corner “performances” –but after much bugging and cajoling,a real hoot–oh my, that was so much fun! I got Mr. Cohen to sing the Agnus Dei from Bach’s b minor Mass. Imagine that voice with that music. Such a joy to play. He loved Bach very much and I couldn’t help but notice some tears coming down his face. A long story short–I was kicked out for “lack of discipline” a little more than a week. And to think it was only three weeks before I was expelled from a Trappist monastery.
Oh well, cheers Marianne (a very lovely name I might add). Enjoy the song and for an added bonus I added, “Suzanne”–you’ll love it!
Most sincererly yours, Archduke Rudolph of Hapsburg.
Would love someday to give you a tour of the family castle. Sorry, no vampires but millions of bats–many of whom I have befriended.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZ61su9H5RU
Hello again, Marianne. Here’s Suzanne. Almost my very favorite song–Procol Harum takes that spot with A Salty Dog.
From Suzanne, “the sun pours down like honey”–is there a more beautiful and poetic allusion? How beautifully the sweet softness of the words melt together. Enjoy, Lass!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otJY2HvW3Bw
Okay, enough. I’ve bugged you far too much, as it is.
It’d interesting Stillwater why that poll taken not too long ago showed insane, alcoholic, juggling, carnival clowns to be overwhelmingly Libertarians. So were most of the bearded ladies, fire breathers, sword swallowers (incidentally, sword swallowers are hot in demand for gay bachelor and bachelorette parties), one foot tall “super” midgets. If I’m not mistaken the OctoMom and her eight children will soon be touring with her version of the von Trapp family singers. Christopher Plummer has already declined the offer to star in this movie calling it a
“typical, depraved, liberal, cheap shot.” He then said, he’d consider other offers as long as Frau Julie Andrews co-starred and the United States immediately withdrew from Afghanistan and Iraq.
Is it me or do most Libertarians come off as milquetoasty liberal, status-quo, rumpswabs? Coat holders. Probably afraid of the dark until attending college.
Why not have a revolution at this very site and bury these panty-wearing lemmings. Libertarians are a disgrace to Libertarians!
Hey. No politics.