Townes’s Blues…

Ironically was reading a Townes Van Zandt bio when Amy Winehouse died. Some people wear their temporal lobes on their sleeves so the rest of us can have art. Who are we to say they can’t kill the pain for the sake of the song…

Google Buzz – social networking for lazy office dwellers with no time to aggregate…

Today at 1pm: Fugees cover of “No Woman, No Cry” on the radio and my English book on the passenger seat. It was like 1992 all over again…

My fortune cookie of the morning (breakfast of prognosticating champions) reads “Despair Is Criminal.”

Geek purgatory is when technology refuses to work and you have a good idea why it isn’t working but still are powerless to fix it…

Abnormally productive weekend. Comfort, small joys and slight motivation were the rule. Begin the week with hopes of the same.

Spent last night learning a couple of Celtic songs and Gram Parson’s Return of The Grievous Angel. Shades of my rebel youth returning.

Was gifted a copy of R. Crumb’s Genesis for Xmas. Apparently it was sold out almost everywhere – this year’s hipster Tickle Me Elmo.

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Ironically fighting my inertia by giving my self even more things to do…