October 18, 2005
So I was walking in the rain today listening to a love song. It was called an arrow in the side of Final Fantasy.
"Droughts been hard and/ the cows are all slaughtered/But my love for you /it needs no water/you miss your youth and/you miss the city/have no regret/have no pity.."
The problem is when I am not in love I have no-one to think about. It does no good to make someone up, love is like a surprise, and making up love is like tickling your own armpits a failure under any circumstance.
In the meantime, while I wait for my next surprise, I could love the green half of a chestnut shell lying in the wet grass. Then I could love the split second in which I looked up from my romantic appraisal of the metaphor inherent in the broken prickly shell, and narrowly missed bonking my noggin on one of those new parking meters. I could love that I immediately thought of Jane as I swerved out of the parking meters reach.
I could love people who wear shorts in the rain to avoid getting their pants wet. I could do that too.
I never thought that while getting over such a terrible year I would become a hopeless romantic. But it looks like that 's whats going on, if my writing is any judge of character.
Announcement
Speaking of Jane... This weekend it is the The Links 25th anniversary. I am going to go see some panel discussion Thursday evening and then I think Saturday I am going to swing by their alumni Production day. I spent the better part of the beginning of my undergrad avoiding real academic work to be the graphics editor and then the production manager at the Link.
When my invitation arrived, after shaking off the "how in hell did they find me?" feeling, I experienced a deep nostalgia for the really stupid stuff we used to do late of nights and close to deadline. I am sort of hoping the production day turns into an orgy of gumball fights, too many falafels, and once the paper been put to bed - total inebriation. You know, just for old times sake.
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Posted by Miriam at October 18, 2005 7:48 PM
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"Love is a surprise" is such a perfect and eloquent statement. It's also a truth that is easily forgotten. it's the best feeling because it is a surprise. it's why we secretly disdain the unsurprise of online dating or (if you're rich) hiring an expensive matchmaker or going on a blind date set up by a friend.
you have put a smile on my face my dear, I am now remembering the wonderful surprises I have had... and feeling hope that there will be more.
I find "Lover's Spit" by Broken Social Scene kinda hopelessly romantic. Strange, I know, I think it's got more to do with the music than the lyrics.
...ahhh jeez louise, now you've got me playing all my lovey songs in my iTunes...
If you don't stop talking like this, I'm going to send you to a Falling In Love With Yourself workshop. I swear, woman.
I am only doing a Falling In Love with Yourself Workshop if I get to do exercises that involve drumming and free association.
That's what I wanna do, drum and free associate.
Besides falling in love with myself is easy, it's the getting along part that sometimes gets twitchy.
MK you are not alone in finding lovers spit romantic, but to be honest it makes me think of people making out at bar mitzvahs, I don't why..
It's all about free association over here I guess.
My most romantic song at the moment is naive melody by David Byrne as covered by the Arcade Fire.