It's always been a matter of trust

As I sit in my aparment, Friday disapating leaving only faint traces of the heat and slowness that comes with summer afternoons I amuse myself with a Billy Joel album complete with 'new' recordings of songs I own in at least 2-4 previous releases. I had to pick it up, in case he slightly altered one of the lyrics to a classic song in a topical manner. I am aware of at least 3 greatest hits collections that I personally own, not including live shows and the 'Essential' Billy Joel. (A collection that does not include 'Scenes from an Italian Restaurant' or 'Sleeping With the Television On' or 'Laura' and spends way too much time on 'The Bridge'/'An Innocent Man'/'Storm Front' era so it's essentially inessential.)
'Laura' is about his mother-I found this out from Chuck Klosterman. Awhile ago I had a brief but entertaining run in with a person-I quoted Chuck to him. What, I can't remember, tho, I suspect it had something to do with Glass Houses. He said he'd never heard of the guy. He sounded dismissive, as men often do when discussing things about which they do not have expertise. Or perhaps he was drunk. I suspect most of the time I am best to be around when one or both of the parties involved is extremely intoxicated. I told him he should, tho I didn't see him again and I have no idea where he went (if anywhere) and what he's been up to it came back to me through channels that said individual was reading Fargo Rock City. I might not be interesting enough for more than a brief distraction in the midst, but I can influence reading at least. I should start a book club for the wayward and cynical.

This month's reading selection is The Gun Seller We'll be discussing it in two weeks. Arrive having eaten and read the book.

Back to the rambling.

Ways I Padded my Clinic Hours This Week:

-Creating radio stations on last.fm and pandora.com
-Watching YouTube clips of The Daily Show from the Clinton administration
-Shopping for bumper stickers that appropriately state my feelings of longing for the Clinton administration
-Calling the temp agency to inform them I was available to work next week
-Looking for satellite images of my neighborhood on Google Maps
-Trying to get my personalized radio stations to play 'We Didn't Start the Fire' or 'Conservative Christian Right Wing Republican Straight White American Male' preferably back-to-back
-Failing at that but somehow managing to hear 'After the Gold Rush' at least 5 times in 2 days
-Calling the temp agency to see if they have any work lined up for me for next week
-Doing tasks by hand that could have been in 1/8 the time with a simple command prompt
-Creating a myspace for my dog
-Wishing I smoked
-Trying to type in rhythm with whatever song was currently playing
-Reading House fanfiction
-Drinking Icees
-Calling the temp agency back just in case we got disconnected last time
-Typing first place winning stories in a local writing contest

This is really, really funny.

Here's a picture of Stephen Colbert as Leopold Bloom-isn't he charming? That isn't even the best picture, but I'm lazy.

...the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountains yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes...

...I was a Flower of the mountains yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him and yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.



Ha ha! Literary!