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I just paid off the last of my student loans.
And so, another year ends, and Your Obedient Serpent will be more than happy to be shed of this one. I bid 2010 adieu with two upraised middle fingers and a shout of defiance.
It's time to face forward.
I've mentioned that sometimes, the radio talks to me, that the station I most often tune to has a tendency to play certain songs over and over again, and sometimes, the songs that cycle into that repetitious rotation are ones that directly address my moods and circumstances.
Back in November, as I was preparing to move a lifetime of belongings out of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quelonzia's garage, this one played nearly every day.
I was going to post it tomorrow, but it played again, just minutes ago.
This, then, is my New Year: No Resolutions, Just Resolve.
I've got a world and a life and a future in front of me.
And it's mine.
( I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams ... )
Happy New Year, one and all!
It's time to face forward.
I've mentioned that sometimes, the radio talks to me, that the station I most often tune to has a tendency to play certain songs over and over again, and sometimes, the songs that cycle into that repetitious rotation are ones that directly address my moods and circumstances.
Back in November, as I was preparing to move a lifetime of belongings out of
quelonzia's garage, this one played nearly every day.I was going to post it tomorrow, but it played again, just minutes ago.
This, then, is my New Year: No Resolutions, Just Resolve.
I've got a world and a life and a future in front of me.
And it's mine.
Tags:
- athelind,
- auto motives,
- bohica,
- corn,
- coyote,
- credo,
- divorce,
- family,
- fnord,
- freedom,
- fubar,
- holiday,
- hope,
- jobquest!,
- lies,
- life,
- love,
- me,
- motivation,
- music,
- obama,
- optimism,
- playing our song,
- politics,
- quelonzia,
- resolution,
- separation,
- spirit of radio,
- state of the dragon,
- synchronicity,
- tagsplosion,
- the terrorists have already won,
- time,
- turing test fail,
- untidy states
I play this track a lot, but I don't think I listen to it enough.
It's from the same album as "Man in the Wilderness", posted here a few months back, and in some ways, it can be seen as the "Get Over It" response to the "I'm So Lost and Emo" of that song.
( Come on! Let's see what you've got... )
They played this song on KUFX this morning. Greg Kihn and his sidekick du jour had a brief exchange about the closing guitar riff, and how it seemed too cheerful and happy for a song subtitled "The Angry Young Man".
I listen to Kihn for his Old Rocker stories, not for his profound insights.
To me, that swirling guitar fugue encapsulates all the potential, possibility, truth, beauty, and whatever that surrounds the Angry Young Man. It's all the stuff that we miss—that I miss—when we're wrapped up in being the Man in the Wilderness.
Yeah, The Grand Illusion came out when I was 13. I'm just like anyone else: my High School Soundtrack is the Music of My Life.
It's from the same album as "Man in the Wilderness", posted here a few months back, and in some ways, it can be seen as the "Get Over It" response to the "I'm So Lost and Emo" of that song.
They played this song on KUFX this morning. Greg Kihn and his sidekick du jour had a brief exchange about the closing guitar riff, and how it seemed too cheerful and happy for a song subtitled "The Angry Young Man".
I listen to Kihn for his Old Rocker stories, not for his profound insights.
To me, that swirling guitar fugue encapsulates all the potential, possibility, truth, beauty, and whatever that surrounds the Angry Young Man. It's all the stuff that we miss—that I miss—when we're wrapped up in being the Man in the Wilderness.
Yeah, The Grand Illusion came out when I was 13. I'm just like anyone else: my High School Soundtrack is the Music of My Life.
Tags:
Can't get there from here.
Feb. 28th, 2010 05:28 pmSometimes, the more something is explained, the less sense it makes. With sufficient explanation, a supposedly-simple task will be revealed to be impossible.
I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
Nov. 17th, 2009 11:22 amA statement like that might seem to need qualifiers, but really, it doesn't.
I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
About very nearly anything.
I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
About very nearly anything.
Tags:
- athelind,
- auto motives,
- bay area,
- corn,
- coyote,
- credo,
- family,
- feed your head,
- fnord,
- fubar,
- i don't know,
- i feel old now,
- jobquest!,
- life,
- love,
- me,
- metaprogramming,
- quelonzia,
- snafu,
- temp work,
- what,
- who,
- work
I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
Nov. 17th, 2009 11:22 amA statement like that might seem to need qualifiers, but really, it doesn't.
I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
About very nearly anything.
I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
About very nearly anything.
Tags:
- athelind,
- auto motives,
- bay area,
- corn,
- coyote,
- credo,
- family,
- feed your head,
- fnord,
- fubar,
- i don't know,
- i feel old now,
- jobquest!,
- life,
- love,
- me,
- metaprogramming,
- quelonzia,
- snafu,
- temp work,
- what,
- who,
- work
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Can't really say normally, but this is an Eeyore morning. This is an especially Eeyore morning. Could be any number of things, or all of them at once. Not that it matters. Went to bed last night feeling Especially Eeyore, and woke up the same way this morning. It's only to be expected, I suppose.
"After all, one can't complain. I have my friends. Somebody spoke to me only yesterday. And was it last week or the week before that Rabbit bumped into me and said 'Bother!'. The Social Round. Always something going on."
It's only on the Especially Eeyore Mornings that I feel like I'm usually Owl: someone who sounds like he knows a great deal about a great many things, but doesn't actually contribute anything useful.
Can't really say normally, but this is an Eeyore morning. This is an especially Eeyore morning. Could be any number of things, or all of them at once. Not that it matters. Went to bed last night feeling Especially Eeyore, and woke up the same way this morning. It's only to be expected, I suppose.
"After all, one can't complain. I have my friends. Somebody spoke to me only yesterday. And was it last week or the week before that Rabbit bumped into me and said 'Bother!'. The Social Round. Always something going on."
It's only on the Especially Eeyore Mornings that I feel like I'm usually Owl: someone who sounds like he knows a great deal about a great many things, but doesn't actually contribute anything useful.
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Can't really say normally, but this is an Eeyore morning. This is an especially Eeyore morning. Could be any number of things, or all of them at once. Not that it matters. Went to bed last night feeling Especially Eeyore, and woke up the same way this morning. It's only to be expected, I suppose.
"After all, one can't complain. I have my friends. Somebody spoke to me only yesterday. And was it last week or the week before that Rabbit bumped into me and said 'Bother!'. The Social Round. Always something going on."
It's only on the Especially Eeyore Mornings that I feel like I'm usually Owl: someone who sounds like he knows a great deal about a great many things, but doesn't actually contribute anything useful.
Can't really say normally, but this is an Eeyore morning. This is an especially Eeyore morning. Could be any number of things, or all of them at once. Not that it matters. Went to bed last night feeling Especially Eeyore, and woke up the same way this morning. It's only to be expected, I suppose.
"After all, one can't complain. I have my friends. Somebody spoke to me only yesterday. And was it last week or the week before that Rabbit bumped into me and said 'Bother!'. The Social Round. Always something going on."
It's only on the Especially Eeyore Mornings that I feel like I'm usually Owl: someone who sounds like he knows a great deal about a great many things, but doesn't actually contribute anything useful.
