if you've ever worked with any public service, then you know this is true. (qotd:092407)

so i was headed out to seattle for a little excursion. on the plane, the battery for my computer died. so i pulled out the usairways magazine and quickly shuffled back to the crossword and puzzle pages.

my qotd was the answer to one of the letter drop puzzles. it was an unexpected laugh. i love that!


“I personally think we developed language because of our deep inner need to complain.”
--Lily Tomlin


ps: i heart lily tomlin!

...its too easy to wish you harm... qotd(092307)

Smokey Joe by Tori Amos has been in my head for a solid week. so really this should be my quote of the week. however, in an attempt to exorcize this demon, i put it on paper.

well, figuratively anyway.

if you are unfamiliar with Tori and her current album American Doll Posse (and quite frankly, out of the loop...), she often takes on the guise of the women who are (yes, are) her songs. in this album she just spelled it out for everyone. there are sides of her identity that present themselves when the situation warrants. these women are her posse, and they are

Pip
Santa











Tori

Isabel

and Clyde.

they all have their own special talents, and their own blogs. for more info, ask me or check out the toriphoria page http://www.yessaid.com/ also: http://toriamos.com and http://www.undented.com/ .

Pip sings this one. check out her blog at http://pipolitics.livejournal.com/


Smokey Joe you're calling at the station
"if I kill him there are complications"
i did not ask for this
"oh, but Love, yes you did"

maybe it terrifies me
this quiet siege
maybe it terrifies me

it's too easy
it's too easy
to wish you harm

you through black ice
at the bottom of the river


Smokey Joe, hey, what's a revelation
"that one's past is not a destination
it is a road for fools
who need empty approvals"

my dark twin
the annihilating Feminine
does not need
civilizing


...maybe it terrifies me
it's too easy to wish you harm...

...Smokey Joe is calling at the station...


for a reason, coincidence or otherwise, i started my walk with Smokey Joe shortly after my annoying, needy, self-centered ex text me yet again. every time i think of him or hear of him it makes me smile to think of his misery. and “maybe it terrifies me” that i can imagine such cruelty. or maybe i revel in it? either way i can’t really spend the time worrying about him and that past.

its time to work on my own karma... and if that means to stop wishing a pox on his head... guess i could try?



bonus download: Cruel by Tori Amos from the album From the Choirgirl Hotel (also sung by Pip years before Pip had a name) “...i can be cruel. i don’t know why...”

...and start again... (qotd:090507)

then i was unpacking stuff from boxes from my move... found this bit of music history (!)... used to love this song... still do...

sometimes you have to stop "walking around in circles"... and drop everything... start again... and start again... and start again... and start again... and start again... and start again...

"when the ghostly dust of violence traces everything
and when the gas runs out
just wreck it
you insured the thing.

i don't need to walk around in circles

well i know what i'm doin'

but i can't sigh now that you made the move
it has gone and gone to dogs
lay down on the floor
for the right price i can get everything
slip into the car.
go driving to the farthest star

i don't need to walk around in circles..."

walk around in circles
by soul coughing
album: el oso


...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again ...and start again...