All Your Life

There are days there are times there are places you know
There are faces and voices and prints in the snow
There are words that have meaning and ones that don’t
There are people to love you and people who won’t
In the night when it’s dark and it’s thick and it’s cold
And you’re starving for arms to have you and hold

The days and times and places and faces
The voices and prints and words and people
The love and the night and the arms and the cold

None of it melts none of it dies
It’ll never be hollowed by maggots and flies

The pictures you take that come out all blurry
Will get lost and forgotten and erased in a hurry
Cuz none of that mattered despite its exposure
And none of it helps when you’re seeking closure
Trying to escape the glimpse you got caught in
That’s sown on and scarred your very being

The days and times and places and faces
The voices and prints and words and people
The love and the night and the arms and the cold

None of it melts and none of it dies
It’ll never be hollowed by maggots and flies

--geekgal

I couldnt help it, I was reading bob dylan and then i just had a moment of depth. not too deep- but it was nice.

Tried So Hard

Stopped awhile this morning on my way back home
I had to realize this time that I'd be all alone
'Cause she's moving somewhere far away not slow
And though I tried so hard to please her
She said she really had to go

Even though this time it really hurts me bad
I've been through similarities it's not the first break I've had
And I just can't let it bring me down too low
'Cause I tried so hard to please her
There must be something more to know

Never thought that we would find our end this way
It seemed that everything was going fine
Still with all the things that I can do or say
It won't change the fate I know so well is mine

So I'll stop again and look right past the pain
Because I've been in love before and I can love again
While she's moving somewhere far away not slow
Although I tried so hard to please her
She said she really had to go

--yo la tengo (one of many)

I really had to go this morning, and somehow- someway- I got it together.

My attention span deteriorates and the worthwhile things I have to say double back on themselves. It's very risky to be so clever. You always risk looking entirely foolish- maybe foolish isnt the right word though. I guess it all depends on how you do it really. I'd like to think its honest to fail. Making mistakes is characteristic of someone who takes risks, exposes themselves in a moment of vulnerability and accepts the consequences the only way they can. I guess if you do that right- it's not foolish as much as it is endearing and real. Though you should keep in mind the times when KEEPIN IT REAL GOES WRONG. i'm sorry already.

I wonder if I'd want to read my essays or if I'd think I was a pretentious fuck just like some people do. Of course, these people will also say that I'm a cute pretentious fuck-- so there we go, saved once more from a fate worse than algebra by an irish nose and a nice rack.

Now that it is tomorrow, and I have a plants and people test TODAY- I think I'll go study that a bit... sigh- this class seems like it should be a no-brainer, what is wrong with the world.... those damn plants--- (oh u know its coming) and PEOPLE!

"Nobody thinks it will work, do they?"
"No." <shakes his head to himself, pauses then leans in to her>
"You just described every great success story"

Be the Rain

Save the planet for another day

Attention shoppers.
Buy with a conscience and save.

Save the planet for another day

Save Alaska!
Let the caribou stay.

Don't care what the governments say

They're all bought
and paid for anyway.

Save the planet for another day

Hey Big Oil!
What do you say?

Be the ocean when it meets the sky

You can make a difference.
If you really try.

Be the magic in the Northern lights

Six Days...
Six nights.

Be the river as it rolls along

It has three-eyed fish.
And it's smellin' strong.

Be the rain you remember fallin'

Be the rain.
Be the rain.

Dream the hunter on the western plain

The birds are all gone.
Where did they go?

Dream the fisherman in his boat

He's comin’ home empty.
He's barely afloat.

Dream the logger in the great northwest

They're runnin’ out of trees.
They got to give it a rest.

(There's no other way to cut it)

Dream the farmer in the old heartland

Corporate greed and chemicals
are killin' the land.
Be the ocean when it meets the sky

Greek freighters are dumping
crap somewhere right now.

Be the magic in the northern lights

(The ice is melting!)

Be the river as it rolls along

Toxic waste
dumpin' from corporate farms.

Be the rain you remember fallin'

Be the rain.
Be the rain.

Save the Planet for another day

Be the rain.
Be the rain.

Be the river as it rolls along

Be the rain.
Be the rain.

--Neil Young (well parts of that reeeeally long song)

what can one say other than "neil young is kool". Not much, not much else indeed.
What a totally awesome show. This week should be really kool with the concert monday, thursday and then the play. It'll give me some relief from the sudden influx of responsibility.

be careful, going to movies and then aspiring to new haircuts can be risky.

Was it a redefinition of the word concert.. or just an entirely different word all together... Im not sure

I rode in a cab for the first time ever yesterday... it was a nice one too (ok so i dont have much to compare it to, but it was pretty nice)

I smell good.

Diner food is evil.

I havent had anything interesting to say since I left school... its kinda nice to be this boring and pointless. Damn why does it have to end.

Neil Young meets Starsky:

"Be the rain-- Do it, do it."