"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow,
needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars.
The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly

Monday, October 15, 2012


There is an awkward humor in the way a battery-powered motor whirrs down its final rotations; or the way I've always assumed the flavor of blue-raspberry lollipops is how the color blue really tastes; or the number of syllables it took to ruin a perfectly good night on the town.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
The Wailin' Jennys, The Parting Glass

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