Shade. . .

Funny how my memory slips
while looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime
But look around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
- paul simon
Ides of October

Next Monday I am out of here. That leaves me with one week to get everything here in order. (you can wish me good luck now!) So let’s see. . . where do I begin. .
The Monday After
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCjFTsvL7mk
And let me try
With pleasured hands
To take you and the sun to
Promised lands
- the zombies
Welcome to the Monday after. The Monday after the last weekend after the holiday weekend. The Monday after the first Tuesday of School. The Monday after the first weekend when a long holiday is no longer an option. The Monday when all hope is truly lost. The Monday when autumn slipped through that still open summer’s night window and woke you with a cold shock. The Monday after the first Sunday of a new football season. The Monday when the first thing I read was that firing off just 1/300th of 1% of the world’s nuclear arsenal would drop the worlds temperature by 2 degrees causing something worse than the Little Ice Age (between the 15th & 19th century). The Monday after the conventions when politics really get stupid. The Monday when the Zombies are more appropriate than the Beach boys. The Monday after my last paddling class of the season, when being wet sort of sucks, when people realize they should have taken the class sooner. The Monday that signals a time when summer lust turns to love . . . or turns off. The Monday when Lemons and limes give away to apples and cinnamon. The Monday when I really start looking forward visiting friends in Israel which is much better than just looking forward to snow.
monday am

Satellite’s gone up to the skies
Thing like that drive me out of my mind
I watched it for a little while
I like to watch things on TV
Satellite of love
- lou reed
Good morning! Welcome back to the “Satellite of Love“! This is one of those mornings where it seems all the kettles are boiling over at once and the crazy cook is cussing rampently while trying to put the fire out on his hat! So while I try to get through my email, answer some phone messages and figure out how to get my car to the shop, AGAIN. . . feel free to roam around and play with the controls. . .
btw, yeah my hair is getting a bit crazy. . .
btw2, if you like here’s lou performing Satellite of Love



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