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Wednesday, April 04, 2007


The video for The Postal Service's "Such Great Heights," my Song of Disillusionment at least for this week. I've been listening to it again and again and again all day. It feels like ice cream. So is the cover by Iron and Wine, although the original electropop version is far more heartening. And I would rather have that in this week of Church-prescribed depression. Holy Week still gets to this non-religious type all the same, with its yearly offering of heat and silence.

I've been doing a lot of numbing out lately. The gods of dishwashing have been replaced with the gods of 2-point shots, thanks to the new hoop installed in our backyard. Sense the shoddy, ironic metaphor for perfect aim. Again, the nights out with old and new friends and the taxi rides around unfamiliar parts of the city that these entail. And, as was mentioned, music. More often than not, when I'm sprawled out on my bed, pondering the events that have led me to my current horizontal state, sound is needed. The likes of "Such Great Heights," especially, which are just so fucking earnest.

Starting tomorrow, Merc is spending a few days here in the house like she's been doing for the past few years during Holy Week. The two of us call it adoption, but she doesn't know that I'm more of the one being taken care of when she's around, if you consider providing me with company a legitimate form of nurturing. Which you should. My friends tell me that I've been able to handle all kinds of things on my own pretty well, and there's always a part of me that begs to disagree.


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