Most of the time, when an artist/group makes a music video, it’s dubbed with the studio track. In this case, The Civil Wars performed their song live, walking down the street, with the wind blowing into their mics, people watching from their driveways, and all sorts of other distractions. The result is so much more pleasant and “real”, if you will, than your standard polished music video.
In life, you have friends you just tolerate, friends you like, and friends you love. Occasionally, if you are very lucky, you will befriend someone who is the salt to your pepper, the yin to your yang, the Thelma to your Louise, the Morrissey to your Johnny Marr. Joy Williams and JP White seemed to exemplify (before they parted ways, which broke my heart) the kind of love one person has for another that is, in no way, sexual or romantic, but, rather, is something much more intense and pure. I ache for a friendship like that. However, I fear that I will always love someone too much, or not enough, for it to ever happen. It’s a very delicate balance, and I am neither delicate nor balanced.
Long distance walking has taken its toll on my feet over the years. (Protip: If you see me running, something important is probably on fire.) I am simply not made for doing any sort of healthful activity. Back in May, I bruised three of my nail matrices, which later became so full of liquid that they burst. Imagine squishing a rotten tomato in your hands. It was just like that, only it was toes. It was likely the most disgusting thing to have happened to me, and, as someone who will eat anything at least once, that has to count for something.
It is now September, and I finally feel as though I have some semblance of toenail normalcy. Just in time for the 5K I agreed to do in two weeks. Because fuck toenails.
Today on Music Video Monday: “Birdhouse In Your Soul” by They Might Be Giants
This video is a representation of my day-to-day life. Spastic dancing, a multitude of light sources, William Allen White on a sandwich board, and John Linnell in my living room.
Well, maybe not the last one.
I have a long list of things to do today, but the cat decided to hop into my lap and curl up for a snooze. Now I am trapped here forever.
I have 4 days to finish the last 250 or so pages of this book before I have to return it to the library. One would think that three weeks would be plenty of time to finish reading a single book, but I certainly manage to drag shit out.
3. Feed cat
4. Possibly get groceries
5. Get cash
6. Food trucks
I guess “food trucks” isn’t exactly “adulting”, but I will be meeting with other adults and possibly using language that is not suitable for children, so I think it should count.
I closed down my professional Facebook page today. I think I may want to rebrand overall; I work 40+ hours a week doing career coaching type stuff, and I never feel like discussing even more of it when I’m home. Work is not life for me.