The Perfect Soundtrack

I am drudging through a very blue and very boring book. I need to read it, then I need to write about it, and to top it off I need to talk about it in a S-e-r-i-o-u-s way.

The subject, the importance of context in learning, is dead important and very interesting, but for some reason I am not allowed to focus on THAT but must focus on what this tedious book has to say about it.

So I opened Youtube to find something to cheer me up, and this is what they suggested:



Well done, Youtube, this could be the Perfect Soundtrack to this book!

About the need of a boat, I think.

It's been raining for two days. The snow is not so much melting away as it is collapsing like an unfortunate soufflé. Most likely there'll be a grand flood this year, houses will float away, roads fall apart, the face of the landscape will change.

Nature does things like that every now and then. She has her reasons.

Serj Tankian

I like his way of performing, and I do like his lyrics.

Thank you!

Someone said something unbelievably beautiful about me the other night.

I think you were born to be a beginning, not a continuance

Wow.

It may be so, it may be why there are no roots. To see it phrased so beautifully turned it into something poetic, and slightly amazing.

Thank you!

Headaches and ghosts

Woke up with a headache this morning. To ease it I'm burning a little incense, sage works well for headaches of this kind, the kind that comes from being tense and a bit stressed out.

But it's also said that this kind of incense will drive ghosts out. Now, mind you, I have never seen a ghost in my life. I'm not even sure there are such things as ghost, but there are more things and phenomena between the sun and the moon than we'll ever know so I guess there's a chance they do exist in some form.

So while my headache lifts and dissolves in the smoke, I also feel a little sad for any ghosts disappearing the same way.

I'm sorry, possible ghost. You've been a great guest. Fare well!

Don't do drugs

As I climb onto your back, I will promise not to sting
I will tell you what you want to hear and not mean anything
I will treat you like a dog as I shoot my venom in
'Cause you knew all along I am a scorpion, ya!

On a grey February Sunday

Valentine's Day is a day when the fairytale version of love is celebrated. Therefor, a poem that tells you what to do when you're stuck in a fairytale seems suitable:



The wisdom of Neil Gaiman seems indefinite.

Good luck!