Bob Dylan Does House Calls
You know I’m having a crisis when I start listening to the Wonder Boys soundtrack over and over again.
Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose
Any minute now I’m expecting all hell to break loose
People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed…
Dylan is a master. (Dude was born on my birthday, after all.) This song is Dante’s in the fifth book, right next to Tom Petty’s Won’t Back Down, which is Danny’s anthem if she ever had one. (Note to everyone who has been emailing and commenting: yes, Japh’s okay. Danny got there in time. Right now they’re hugging each other. Awww. Isn’t that sweet. Japh’s bleeding, too. Aren’t I so mean?)
So I’ve been watching chunks and loads of Monty Python, which is taking my mind off worries. What worries, you ask? Well, the DHM’s car broke down in Centralia this last weekend. My parents brought everyone home, since the Little Princess was up with my mum to see the Nutcracker. (I swear it makes sense.) So there’s been transportation stuff to think about, and it’s been a headache–I didn’t sleep at all Saturday night. Which leads me to an interesting quality of insomnia: the elasticity of time while you’re trying to fall asleep. It stretches, and stretches, and streeeeetttttcccchhhheeeessssss…
Picture break:
Isn’t that nice? I love this shot, it’s one of the best from last Wednesday’s batch. Also, there’s something fabulous: a whole group of people on Flickr who share my obsession with gas meters. Isn’t it nice to find out something you were shamefully compelled to do but felt nobody else on earth understood is actually something a whole bunch of other people like doing?
At least, it felt nice to me.
I’m off to Seattle for a few days, to put my sister Elliott on a plane for Costa Rica and take a day or two to clear my head out. So the blogging may be sparse. Hang loose and be chilly, everyone.
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December 11th, 2006 at 3:43 pm
Good luck with the trip, maybe it’ll shake the cobwebs out.
Glad to hear that Japh is okay. lol I’m sure he’s quite irritated at being wounded.
I meant to comment in your picture post, but your black and white photos are stunning. So much more atmospheric than the color ones. I can see how they would give your muse a kick with some wonderful ideas for places and the feeling of the city at night.