even the stars at night agree that the sky is falling apart

freshly done with the second cookie and before that, dinner, in the form of chicken and potatoes, that homestyled staple of whatever culture you wish to name, i suppose it's time to update the internet diary. the blog. the online journal. what are our parents calling it now? i can't remember, really.

i can, however, remember your parents, mainly because i've seen them more recently than you have (perhaps) and i unfortunately have the good grace of God to give me some sort of weird empathy for them, and disgust? or is that the slight feeling we all have for any of our parents--as if the label came, duty-free, with that revulsion--it's hard to say.

what is not hard to say is that i continue to wish i had made several other, better choices after i read/listen the news.

it's hard to listen to bonnie raitt(?) sometimes. somehow that's true, though also sometimes it seems to make me uncertain, like i'm not supposed to like or even feel anything provoked or stirred by a musical "artist" that we demand i put in quotes. i said we and i meant it. challenge me on that: it would be better.

one time we were going to get a banjo and a mandolin for mr steve lynch, except we settled for the former and turkmenistan has a better version of the latter, i suspect.

what is not hard to listen to is david grey's babylon. really.

remember when i said that a booklist was forthcoming? it still is. don't give up: you will see it shortly. it's just that i'm too much prone to that sort of procrastination where i put things off for others that are less important, and so because there's nothing of much importance to do at the moment, the lesser ones suffer. get your head around that and i'll give you the rest of it.

the other thing i remember is kristin saying: sing with me! can you imagine? she sang o holy night on christmas eve midnight service (where i come from, we call it mass, you know) and i wept, even, and once i got to sing with her, this once and twice even. do you really think she was with eminem (not kristin)?

i've been thinking of calling my old roommate, just because i miss her, strangely, even though school has strangled a lot of those old things--like taking dictation sometimes: you will forget what you were, once, when you skipped all your classes and you drank and smoked and popped and did whatever else you could, you will forget all of that because you are now something else--i just thought, maybe i'd call.

but i guess there's always the pocky, after all.