The Most Beautiful Song...

The rain is perfect - exactly as I've always envisioned "Iris" being performed.



Today's Musical Insight (You Can't Put This Any Better Edition):

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be...

Neatosocomplicated

I remember why I quit that goddamned myspace.

It’s always in the shortest second, in the tiniest moment that you realize that all your cowardly ambivalence is a farce, and a tragic one; you want to run and grasp and tear and shout, but all you manage to do is clench and swallow. And then the inborn opiate we prefer to call ‘hope’ mercifully arrives to dilute the moment, and little by little it’s over – rationalized, rejected, repackaged as ‘jealousy’ and advertised with words like ‘immature’ and ‘evanescent’. The loud-mouthed truth-teller in the back of your mind is bound to notice, however, that what you’re feeling is not immature and certainly not evanescent and, in all likelihood, not even jealousy.

Only two people knew the truth about how I felt about this person. In a complete reversal of habit, she was one of them.

For a moment today I thought about joining the Army. And why not?

I understand there’s a conspicuous deficit of well-to-do white boys.

I supported this senseless war in the beginning.

A small part of me still believes in it now.

Does that make me crazy? Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe we’re crazy.

Probably.

Today’s Musical Insight (Eight Seconds Left in Overtime Edition):

And suddenly I’ve become part of your past – I’m becoming the part that don’t last…

A Tiny Request to My Liberal Friends

Take it easy on the drug companies, eh?

Flashback: The awful year and a half between the winter of 2004 and the spring of 2006. If not for Wellbutrin, Zoloft, and the frantic efforts of at least two incredibly skilled and amazingly patient doctors... well, I don’t know how likely it is that I’m here at all. When they say they’re in the business of saving peoples’ lives, they mean it. Imperfect as the system is, they do good work.

Take it from me.

I know what I’m talking about.

Today’s Musical Insight (Best Song Ever Composed by the Hand of Man Edition):

You can’t fight the tears that ain’t comin’, or the moment of truth in your lies; and when everything feels like the movies, yeah, you’d bleed just to know you’re alive…

Romance

I like stories like this:

A BRITISH man has met and married a 22-year-old woman after, by his own account, dreaming of her phone number and then sending her a text message.

Today’s Musical Insight (True Romantic Edition):

The years went by, the boy wished he was dead – he found seventeen girls and still wasn't wet. He went to his Papa, his Papa said: "No, those girls are all your sisters, but your Mama don't know."

I Still Write Here…

…but I do most of blogging elsewhere now. Brooke McKean and Hanady Kader came across this post – which I shamelessly advertised on the Daily’s comment forum – and asked me to shorten it to 250 words and submit it for this upcoming Free Speech Friday. Take that, Samuel P. Huntington.

There’s an email I’ve been putting off sending since January. I told myself I was going to write it and send it tonight, and that’s it. That’s it. Well, it’s past ten and I still haven’t done it.

Here’s what I’m afraid of – the banality of emailing back and forth with an ex. I think your new job sounds great, how’s that damn math class treating you?; me, my quarter is off to a slow start, locked the keys in the car other day; gotta go because the phone is ringing or the stove is on… and the passion – even the forlorn passion of reminiscing, lonely and depressed, about old times – slowly slips into the realm of the overwrought and boring, and you begin to forget why you cared about this amazing human being in the first place.

Can you imagine something more horrible?

Today’s Musical Insight (He Was Crucified for Me? Edition):

Don’t stop here, I lost my place… but I’m close behind…

And Now for the Real Thing

This is quite satisfying. The Broken Watch can now be reached here. I'm up to six posts and have already taken on fundamentalist busybodies of the Islamic and UW variety in my inimitably futile way. Hooray for self-righteous self-love.

Today’s Musical Insight (April Fools Day is an Anniversary I’d Rather Forget Edition):

“I didn’t know that we, we could break a silver lining. And I’m so sad; like a good book, I can’t put this day back. It’s a sorta fairy tale with you…”