Feeling a lot better today. Bruising is still very cumbersome to deal with but its better than stitches.
You know what word that is not used enough? Abscond.
I heart that word so. I’ve been mulling over my favourite words today (all-time favourite words still remain; paradox and palindrome), and then that got me thinking about my favourite song lyrics.
Do you have a favourite lyric/verse?
If you’re anything like me this changes on a daily basis, but when I started to ponder, a list of songs rushed to my head, and here’s a few from the top.
“You’re making mountains of handkerchiefs, where the mascara always runs…” – Andrew Bird
“The ones who love us best are the ones we’ll lay to rest. And visit their graves on holidays at best. The ones who love us least are the ones we’ll die to please. If it’s any consolation, I don’t begin to understand…” – The Replacements
“I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long. Smiling and waving and looking so fine. Don’t think you knew you were in this song…” David Bowie
“Porcelain, do you carry the moon in your womb…” Red Hot Chili Peppers
“It’d be tragic if those evil robots win…” The Flaming Lips
“I shuffle through my mind to see if I can find the words I left behind. Was it just a dream that happened long ago? Oh well…Nevermind.” – Green Day
“And now we nervous walk here, swinging arms like satellites…” – Handsome Furs
“The white undersides of my thighs look much better in the dark light…” -Sunset Rubdown
And in unrelated news, have you read this?
I won’t be able to travel very freely anymore if this happens. I once had a friend get detained at the CAN/US border because he was traveling with burned software cds, but my question is how can they check ipods? I know copyright is a big issue, but I feel like there are bigger fish to fry.
Ah, and one more thing. Woxy’s Modern Rock Top 500 list. I like lists. Twas pleasantly surprised at the number 3 choice, although it wasn’t new to the chart this year. And happy to see some PB&J at 250.
Song of the Minute: Shut Up, I am Dreaming of Places Where Lovers Have Wings – Sunset Rubdown