this is where we look for things
10.10.00 - 12:39:12
so i've been having some really weird dreams lately. like the one about weddings with beavers. ok, so i had this dream where i was in the u.k. and apparently, there's a british law that says your wedding doesn't count if you have more than 50 beavers in it. we're talking little rodents with big buck teeth dressed up in little black suits and pastel dresses here. ok, anyway, so there's this couple. and they have 51 pet beavers. what to do?! see, they loved each one equally and didn't want to like, single out anyone to not be in the wedding or anything.
so they had two weddings. one with just people. and one with their whole family. but they were still sad about it.
yeah, why don't you interpret that one for me? and i know the first place you're going, so why don't you turn left and cross the street instead...
listening to rachmaninoff's prelude in c# minor.
you know that part right in the beginning of get in the ring (live), where the crowd is just chanting 'guns and roses! guns and roses! guns and roses!' i bet it's the biggest high in the world to be up on that stage.
grieg's air (4th mvmt) from the holberg suite. it's lovely. though my favorite is still elgar's cello concerto in e minor. i like the jacqueline du pre version better than the yo-yo ma, but that's just me. obviously.
sometimes i don't speak because i feel like things are just that obvious.
so i thought maybe my sleepy medicine wasn't working because i took it a couple of days in the past two weeks and it didn't hit me. but, um, yeah....i'm sleepy.
read foucault's 'this is not a pipe' today. magritte's ceci n'est pas une pipe will never be the same. not necessarily in a bad way, but not necessarily in a good way, either. we all function in grayscale.
