This weekend, I made a mix cd for the bionic woman. Actually, I made two. One is filled with rockin' songs, and the other is for sleepytime. While driving around and listening to the slow one, my friend remarked that Pinback's "Loro" is both beautiful and depressing. Kind of like me! Ba-dum-bum. No, seriously, folks: that brought us to a discussion of whether the music is depressing, or we just hear it that way out of melancholy. I think it's the former. I think we have to convince ourselves that it cannot be otherwise.
In other news, you know what I hate? I hate it when people do semishitty things, and I bend over backward to see things from their point of view. I'll be very empathetic at the time (notice how you need "pathetic" to spell empathetic") and only later will I start thinking that I should have told the person to take a long walk off a short plank. I need to expect a little more decency from people, even if they've been hurt in the past. Because you know what? We're all walking around with semi-broken hearts in some way (myself included). But I try to tie it back together the best I can, and the way I do that is by being kind. As I get older, I'm beginning to think that's brave and maybe even a little bit noble. So that, in turn, just makes me feel bad for people who reject kindness, and I save the plank talk for another time, for other reasons. I also think about happier things, like sitting at Kate's Diner with Mr. Levin as Iron and Wine swam through the air.
(I also hate it when I'm reading a book subtitled The Loners' Manifesto, and someone sits down next to me and engages me in a one-sided conversation about reality television.)
Here's one from the past:
Q: What is Jonathan Swift's favorite My Bloody Valentine song?
A: "Feed Me With Your Kids"
In other news, you know what I hate? I hate it when people do semishitty things, and I bend over backward to see things from their point of view. I'll be very empathetic at the time (notice how you need "pathetic" to spell empathetic") and only later will I start thinking that I should have told the person to take a long walk off a short plank. I need to expect a little more decency from people, even if they've been hurt in the past. Because you know what? We're all walking around with semi-broken hearts in some way (myself included). But I try to tie it back together the best I can, and the way I do that is by being kind. As I get older, I'm beginning to think that's brave and maybe even a little bit noble. So that, in turn, just makes me feel bad for people who reject kindness, and I save the plank talk for another time, for other reasons. I also think about happier things, like sitting at Kate's Diner with Mr. Levin as Iron and Wine swam through the air.
(I also hate it when I'm reading a book subtitled The Loners' Manifesto, and someone sits down next to me and engages me in a one-sided conversation about reality television.)
Here's one from the past:
Q: What is Jonathan Swift's favorite My Bloody Valentine song?
A: "Feed Me With Your Kids"
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