(Wordsworth)
When from our better selves we have too long
Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop,
Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,
How gracious, how benign, is Solitude
10/10/07
10/8/07
song lyrics
D'ya ever have the thing where you go years misunderstanding or misinterpreting lyrics to a song, and then the real meaning finally hits you? It's a weird experience, and I just had it with the Beatles' song 'She Said She Said'.
The song is on Revolver, and I've always (since I started listening to it when I was 9) thought it was a quirky, dark little song. Particularly because it (according to the lyrics as I understood them) apparently dealt with the dissolution of a relationship between a guy, and a woman who at some point had had a sex change operation, which she was now regretting, since things had been better when she was a boy. And that as a result of this regret, she was now in the midst of a suicidal depression, and the guy, instead of being comforting and supportive, was ditching her because he was too immature and superficial to be able to deal with the depth of her emotions.
(That's some heavy s**t for a 9-year-old!)
And most of my erroneous conclusions were based on punctuation. Or, the lack thereof.
The actual line goes like this:
She said, "You don't understand what I said." I said "No, no, no, you're wrong." When I was a boy everything was right. Everything was right.
But the way I had always heard it was this:
She said, "You don't understand what I said; I said, 'No, no, no, you're wrong. When I was a boy, everything was right. Everything was right.'"
Phew!
The song is on Revolver, and I've always (since I started listening to it when I was 9) thought it was a quirky, dark little song. Particularly because it (according to the lyrics as I understood them) apparently dealt with the dissolution of a relationship between a guy, and a woman who at some point had had a sex change operation, which she was now regretting, since things had been better when she was a boy. And that as a result of this regret, she was now in the midst of a suicidal depression, and the guy, instead of being comforting and supportive, was ditching her because he was too immature and superficial to be able to deal with the depth of her emotions.
(That's some heavy s**t for a 9-year-old!)
And most of my erroneous conclusions were based on punctuation. Or, the lack thereof.
The actual line goes like this:
She said, "You don't understand what I said." I said "No, no, no, you're wrong." When I was a boy everything was right. Everything was right.
But the way I had always heard it was this:
She said, "You don't understand what I said; I said, 'No, no, no, you're wrong. When I was a boy, everything was right. Everything was right.'"
Phew!
10/5/07
quote of the week #5
(Indigo Girls)
...maybe that's all that we need
is to be in the middle of impossibility
standing at opposite poles
equal partners in a mystery
...maybe that's all that we need
is to be in the middle of impossibility
standing at opposite poles
equal partners in a mystery
quote of the week #4
(Zorba The Greek)
You think too much, that is your trouble.
Clever people and grocers, they weigh everything.
You think too much, that is your trouble.
Clever people and grocers, they weigh everything.
10/3/07
people
People are awkward things to be around.
Often uncomfortably so.
They're vulnerable, but they do a good job of masking it.
They have scripts, and walls, and maneuvers, and it's all very convincing.
But I find it discomforting. It keeps me out. It denies me a space.
It makes things unequal.
And it makes them seem intimidating; more than they are. Better than they are.
Better than me, for example.
It's hard not to believe the performance.
And for the most part, I do.
That's my mistake.
Despite all their efforts to put on a great show,
people want you to see through it.
They're waiting to be noticed.
Admired.
Loved.
Not for who they try to be,
but for who they are.
Often uncomfortably so.
They're vulnerable, but they do a good job of masking it.
They have scripts, and walls, and maneuvers, and it's all very convincing.
But I find it discomforting. It keeps me out. It denies me a space.
It makes things unequal.
And it makes them seem intimidating; more than they are. Better than they are.
Better than me, for example.
It's hard not to believe the performance.
And for the most part, I do.
That's my mistake.
Despite all their efforts to put on a great show,
people want you to see through it.
They're waiting to be noticed.
Admired.
Loved.
Not for who they try to be,
but for who they are.
overload
I was away last weekend, and I will not be spending another weekend at home until November 10th.
On that note, I have to point out that stale peanuts taste really gross.
And it's particularly depressing if the stale peanuts are inside a piece of Dove Promise (R) chocolate, which has a wrapper that optimistically urges you to "Find Your Passion."
Although I guess maybe they're helpfully pointing out that your 'passion' must without-a-doubt be elsewhere, since it's unlikely that anyone's passion will involve stale peanuts.
But I could be wrong.
On that note, I have to point out that stale peanuts taste really gross.
And it's particularly depressing if the stale peanuts are inside a piece of Dove Promise (R) chocolate, which has a wrapper that optimistically urges you to "Find Your Passion."
Although I guess maybe they're helpfully pointing out that your 'passion' must without-a-doubt be elsewhere, since it's unlikely that anyone's passion will involve stale peanuts.
But I could be wrong.
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