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Weird,  sleepy feeling has kept me from doing most of the things I hoped to do tonight.  Of course dinner partly invovles turkeys sausages.  Maybe I've fatally tryptophanned myself.

Anyway, hope to be back tomorrow evening.

Sunny Friday Random Ten

We had one of those days this week when you have thick sheets of rain falling at one time, and five minutes later the sun is out doing its best to dry everything.  In Florida I think that's called "a day."

1. The New Pornographers - Challengers
2. Lou Rawls - Lady Love
3. The Magnetic Fields - Take Ecstasy With Me
4. Sly & the Family Stone - Are You Ready
5. Ladytron - Predict the Day
6. They Might Be Giants - Replicant
7. The Bonzo Dog Band - Postcard
8. Art Blakey - Blues March
9. David Bowie - Love Is Lost
10. Diana Krall - Where or When

Okaaaaay

For some reason I had to come over to Google Chrome to post a comment on my own blog.  Weird.  Frustrating in that it took a couple of tries to realize I wasn't doing anything "wrong."

Submitted for your approval

Okay, this was kind of weird.

I was lying in bed late last night, sort of drifting off.  Upstairs there were sounds of a loud party: stereo up high, a lot of people talking.  Besides being annoying, this struck me as very unlikely.  The building is all studio apartments.  There's not really room for people to throw parties.  On top of that, the landlords are emptying the place out, and most of the tenants have already moved away.  So who were all these people?

Since it looked like they'd be keeping me up for some more time, I changed positions, rolling onto my back.  Right away, the noise disappeared.  Which is to say, it never existed in the first place.  While I was still at least partly awake, I was also asleep enough to dream about the sounds of this get-together.

It wasn't an entirely pleasant experience, but kind of cool nonetheless.  The way you can just conjure things out of your own head.

... and a smile

Quasi-accidentally found this reading from Frank O'Hara yesterday.  It struck me in its avoidance of stereotype.  O'Hara looks like he's been on the losing end of some bar brawls and talks in a Baltimore-via-New York squawk.  He's not the common image of a poet.  (Or a gay man, but that's another subject.)  The lines don't scan the way poetry is "supposed" to, either.  Yet they are poetic.

Friday Random Ten on Saturday

Not a Saturday Random Ten, because I listened to these yesterday.  And I thought I posted the FRT as well, but... didn't push a button somewhere?  I dunno.

Weather's cooled down a little the past couple of days.  Which is a relief.  I'm not ready to be in summer mode yet.

1. They Might Be Giants - You're On Fire
2. The Bonzo Dog Band - Rockaliser Baby
3. Love - The Red Telephone
4. Brian Eno - Cindy Tells Me
5. Edith Piaf - Il Pleuf
6. Sly & the Family Stone - I Ain't Got Nobody (For Real)
7. Sarah Vaughan - It's All In Your Mind
8. The New Pornographers - All the Things That Go to Make Heaven and Earth
9. David Bowie - I'd Rather Be High
10. Patsy Cline - I Fall to Pieces

The artist and his mustache: a love story

Happy May, people!  This is a nifty video I found recently on Vimeo.  If you are or hope to be a creative person, but have to struggle against going completely dry, somebody out there understands.

As Simple as an Artist from SHU Animation on Vimeo.