liberal hippie scum.

My order on amazon.com today:

Book entitled : Healing with Whole Foods: Asian Traditions and Modern Nutrition

2 boxes of Oskri Organics Quinoa Bars (semi-locally produced foodstuffs)

One $5 copy of Leonard Cohen’s “New Skin for the Old Ceremony”

I feel like hugging a tree.  Or something.

okay universe, i get the fucking point already.

I was just in another car accident this morning.  I was driving down a two-lane road when the person in the other lane decided to change lanes just as I was passing them.  They sideswiped me pretty hard, and I drove up into a median, hit a road sign, over corrected, and ended up on the opposite side of the road.  The asshole that hit me didn’t stop.  You’d think that if you smashed into someone, and they were flying all over the road behind you, you’d stop to see if they were okay, at least.  But no.  They kept driving.

A semi driver was waiting at a stop sign to turn onto the road I was on, so he saw the whole thing.  He pulled up his semi next to my car and made sure I was okay.  Neither of us got a license plate number of the car that hit me, but he saw what make and color the car was, so we had some info to give to the cops when they got there.

I’m sorry if this post doesn’t read very well.  I’m really shaken up by this one.  It was a lot more scary than the car accident earlier this year.  I keep having flashbacks of flying up onto the median, and struggling to get my car in control.  I could have very easily rolled my car….

Anyway, I was on my way to work, so I’m missing work right now.  In an hour, I’m going in to get a treatment for myself.  My back already hurts a ton.  It was just starting to get better, too.

Why do things like this happen?  After my first accident this spring, I felt a sense of purpose of why it happened.  I felt like it was the universe’s way of reminding me of the ever-changing nature of human existence.  With this accident, I feel no sense of purpose of it.  It simply is freaking me the fuck out.

summer’s end.

I don’t know about the rest of you guys, but this summer has been one of the strangest yet for me.  I’m actually glad for it to end, as odd as that sounds.  

If I was to choose a song to represent my summer, I’d choose “Killing the Blues” by Robert Plant and Allison Krauss.  The harmonies are hauntingly gorgeous.  (I’d also recommend the entire album).

How about you?  Looking back on the entire summer of 2008, how was it for you?  What song would you choose to represent it?  Feel free to add a link to the song so the rest of us here in Internetville can hear it.

Robert Plant & Alison Krauss “Killing the Blues”

advice.

Be nice to me. I’m the one who’ll be putting needles in your body in about 15 minutes. 

Oh, and just so you know: when all the needles are in and hooked up, and you make a joke about looking like Frankenstein, I’ll probably suck at acting like I’ve never heard that one before.

ahem. (cough, cough). is this thing on?

I do it every time I meet someone new.  I neglect my blogging.  Of course it doesn’t help that I’ve been struggling with feelings of blogging inadequacies even prior to my latest romantic chapter.  Even though this blogging thing seems a bit awkward, I still feel like I should update the few that actually read this thing.

an email from god (and other ridiculous expectations).

I’m just wondering here….but does anyone else open up their email accounts each day anticipating something amazing and life-altering in it, only to find solicitations for Viagra, scattered weekly mailings from random websites, and drunken emails from ex boyfriends?  (Okay, so maybe the last type of email isn’t quite as universal, but still).  

killing me softly.

Last night I hung out with a new friend of mine and her boyfriend.  I had an amazing time.  It’s been awhile since I’ve met people around here whom I agree with so much about so many things (politics, philosophy, etc.).  

At one point in the conversation, my friend had mentioned that the majority of music on her computer was from an ex boyfriend of hers.  I jokingly responded that the best part of a relationship is the acquisition of music, which is a comment I’ve made many times before.  But then her boyfriend said something so astute and heart-wrenching: he observed that unlike the exes, the music actually sticks around.  

Hence the drunken epiphany I still haven’t recovered from.  Maybe the reason I’m so obsessed with music is that I can always rely on it.  Whenever I need it, music can provide solid emotional validation and comfort unlike any relationship I’ve ever had.

song recommendation: just wait till you turn 23.

I’m going to have this damn song in my head all day.  At least it’s Rufus Wainwright.

Vicious World

Thought that maybe we’d fall in love over the phone
Thought that maybe I’d really love being alone
Everybody but Heaven knows how I was wrong

Oh Lord, what have I done to myself?
What have I done to myself?

In this vicious world
Such a vicious world
There isn’t anything you can do
In this vicious world

Soaking on the ice, makin’ eyes all by myself
Didn’t realize you were so top of the shelf
Just you wait and see when you turn, turn 23

Oh Lord, what have I done to myself?
What have I done to myself?

In this vicious world
Such a vicious world
There isn’t anything you can do
In this vicious world
Such a vicious world
There isn’t anything you can do
In this vicious world
There isn’t anything you can do
In this vicious world

I survived another goddamn year on this goddamn planet.  Yay.

Listen to Vicious World by Rufus Wainwright

from the archives: a threesome.

song recommendation: the bird and the bee.

Here’s the vid for the song “Again & Again” by The Bird and the Bee.  Pairs well with a martini.