2001-06-06|10:04 p.m.
the other day i was listening to the local oldies radio station and don mclean's american pie came on. typically the radio station cuts the song short right before its climax. stopping the song right before the verse that is the most down beat, expressing the final realization that music has died. it always makes me feel shorted when it happens. but, this day they played the whole thing minus the last chorus where other people join in to sing. which is alright, because it isn't really essential to the song. but it made my day to hear it. "i met a girl who sang the blues/ i asked her for some happy news/ but she just smilled and turned away."
i keep thinking about getting my nails done, which is really strange to me. my personality alone wouldn't support it. i'd be like a german shepard with a gold studded collar.
adbusters, the magazine, told me to sabotage groomed gardens and paved walks with weeds. just sprinkle them where you may. beauty in chaos. it sounds nice anyway. leave the city for the country to find peace. leave the mess we've made behind. it is so strange to think of it that way. we build these empires of skyscrapers and parks full of foreign plants to feel comfortable. then it gets to us and we travel back to nature to be renewed again. why did we leave it and destroy it in the first place?
"All through my life I never did believe in human measurment. Numbers, time, inches, feet. All are just ploys for cutting nature down to size." --Louise Erdrich
word of the day: bucolic- of or relating to shepherds or herdsmen or pastoral/ relating to or typical of rural life