Sunday Night Faves

My 5 favorite things for today:

1. My sister’s eucalyptus spearmint soap from Bath and Body Works (I MUST find me some, pronto!)

2. Road-trippin’ music by Cake, from Roger

3. Watching bits ’n’ pieces of Titanic (can’t help it)

4. My lawn-mower guy telling me he likes my hair ... especially since he has long, shaggy blond hair, and mine is less than an inch long

5. This quote: “Fags are no different than people.” — Brian Kinney, Queer as Folk

Actually, this is the complete quote:

Fags are no different than people. Tell them they can’t have something, and it’s all they want. They won’t give up ’til they get it.

: )

On my way back from Charleston today, I decided to drive off the beaten path. I took a highway out of town on which I am pretty sure I have never driven. My intended destination was the Lincoln Log Cabin, but once I arrived there, I decided I was in no mood for stomping around the grounds of the place.

Before I got there, I stopped at a place called the Moore House. This house, a place where Abraham Lincoln supposedly stopped once upon a time, has been restored but was in pretty shoddy condition, nevertheless. Mostly unphotographable, in my opinion.

There was a kind of cool, plain barn/building behind it, though.



On my way back to the interstate, I passed some round hay bales, which always remind me of Monet. On top of the second bale, I saw some kind of odd-looking yellowish bird. I turned around and drove back, thinking I might be able to get a picture of it; the bird was still on top of the bale as I slowed down but then flew away before I could even think about stopping.

Blogus interruptus: Just got THE most awesome cell phone call from Roger, LIVE from 3rd and Lindsley, the site of tonight’s Over the Rhine concert, while the group performed my favorite song of theirs, “Latter Days.”

Have I ever posted the lyrics here? If not:

Latter Days

What a beautiful piece of heartache
This has all turned out to be
Lord knows we’ve learned the hard way
All about healthy apathy
And I use these words pretty loosely
There’s so much more to life than words

There is a me you would not recognize, dear
Call it the shadow of myself
And if the music starts before I get there
Dance without me
You dance so gracefully
I really think I’ll be OK
They’ve taken their toll, these latter days

Nothin’ like sleepin' on a bed of nails
Nothin’ much here but our broken dreams
Ah, but baby, if all else fails
Nothin’ is ever quite what it seems
And I’m dyin’ inside to leave you
With more than just clichés

There is a me you would not recognize, dear
Call it the shadow of myself
And if the music starts before I get there
Dance without me
You dance so gracefully
I really think I’ll be OK
They’ve taken their toll, these latter days

But tell them it’s real
Tell them it’s really real
I just don’t have much left to say
They’ve taken their toll, these latter days
They’ve taken their toll, these latter days

— Linford Detweiler