I'm just sayin'...

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Ceres

Ceres enters Aquarius at 5:49am eastern time. Read about the Triangulum by pasting the following in your browser.

http://www.eastbayastro.org/articles/lore/triangle.htm

I guess I'm wimping out today and not writing a legit blog because I'm sure you don't want to read about my dentist appointment, so pour yourself a glass of your favorite champagne and open your arms to the sun.

Ferrocarrilero

When I moved to Veracruz that was one of the words my classmates would ask me to pronounce. I couldn't roll my 'rrrrrrrrs' properly and for some reason my blunders would prove hilarious! No matter, I'd counter with a very off color mouthful of (in)proper English, it was 5th grade revenge that only I was aware of.
Buy the sky
and sell the sky
and lift your arms up
to the sky
and ask the sky
don't fall on me

Waiting...

for Yossi Offenberg and Ebony to call me.
Unrelated representatives and unrelated to each other, yet each want my $. Of course I'll get something back. One, a membership to bar bells and eliptical machines. The other a ticket to the vast great unknown of residential high speed connections.
Gavin: is San Francisco going wireless or is it another one of your fanciful lies?

Oh, and anyone who wants to post a comment now is able to, I had to click a certain box for that to happen...random!

I'm only dreaming

I don’t know how it began but TP, MWP and SK were playing in this small hall. PK must have still been in the tropics. I was there with a friend from grade school, Teresa from Veracruz. We were very excited that the Church were playing in this small venue because they had just finished playing this huge arena and we were left to watch them through binoculars. Something we did not enjoy. The three lads were in white and at one point Steve handed Teresa and I some maracas. Mine had a wolf’s head and was incredibly ornate and beautiful Teresa’s was a bit more common though with a flawless red glaze. Steve asked us to keep time for the next song and I said, ‘Oh no, this may be another Jesus Tambourine story!’ He laughed and said not to worry. So then MWP, standing where PK usually does, starts this gorgeous acoustic song called New York (not R.A.’s song) and T and I start to keep time. We’re doing great until the very end, and then everyone falls out laughing.
Head back to my house and find out my gran has fallen asleep in front of the tv. This gran supported her family by giving guitar lessons and she was quite accomplished. Could play any style of music and had an impeccable ear. She picked out the name Cecilia for me, patron Saint of the musicians. MWP woke her up and they started to talk about music, Marty in his broken Spanish, it was brilliant. My gran asked him to get her guitar and as he disappeared up the stairs I woke up.

It's all mixed up!

Gods! Has Mercury gone retrograde earlier than expected? I have 3 dropped voice mailboxes, insomnia and no access to absinthe! Dave, share the stash, man.
Storm clouds on the horizon...time to put away the chanclas! Do pedicures in Winter make sense?

La Llorona de azul celeste

One of my favorite traditional Mexican songs is la Llorona, a version of the piece can be found on the Frida soundtrack. When I was living in Veracruz we used to sing it in school but we never took on more than 4 or 5 verses, come to find out there are over 33 of them. One that we never sang follows:

De tarde se me hace triste, Llorona,
de noche con más dolor;
suspirando me amanece, Llorona,
llorando me sale el sol.

Afternoon is saddened, Llorona
The night holds more pain
The dawn finds me sighing, Llorona
And only tears for the sun's rays

I cheated a little bit there for the sake for the rhyme. It's a great song, I'm going to try to find it outside of the Frida soundtrack. Something more traditional.

SPF 4500

I'm enjoying the sunshine in San Francisco, don't get me wrong yet I am concerned that it's 70 degrees and it's February. Global warming, oh you better believe it, go read this http://civic.moveon.org/gore3//speech.html and be worried with me. Make sure you check out Carl Sagan's quote at the very bottom of the page.
Just for the record I never used Aqua Net.

Saturn

I cut my finger on one of the locks in one of the stalls. A lock I’ve locked and unlocked a myriad of times, I can’t explain why I was so off this time around. The nick is on my Saturn finger, right between my fingernail and my knuckle, not on my stigmata hand but on my other one. It’s a vertical cut and nearly half a millimeter in length but judging by the pain I surely thought the cut ran down the length of my entire finger. But the pain was deceiving still a nice reservoir of bright red blood sits there just below the surface, reminding me I’m alive.

Time is imaginary

It's 5 minutes to 5 and I'm killing time.
The Suns are helping as Dave is sweetly singing They Came for Waves. Do investigate The Suns, please? Here's the link to get you started http://www.thesuns.co.uk/ The music will transform you, and you'll be happy that I helped in your musical addiction, education, collection, admiration, elevation, obsession, creation, etc...
It's 3 minutes to 5 ad I'm killing time.
I'm due at the studio tonight at 6, I get off at 4:30. If I would have left at 4:30 I'd be sitting at the studio with not much to do for nearly an hour so it's best that I stay put and try to be semi creative on this blog. Try to be clever? Are you kidding me? I should live that long.
It's 1 minute after 5 and I'm killing time.
I've already read SK's blog. Why don't you have one, Dave? Just asking. Beth has one but she talks mostly about work and I'm sorry to say it's a bit boring for me, but I guess she rants about work on her blog to prevent taking the elevator to the roof armed with an uzi. You know? I have no idea wether I spelled uzi right or not...wait let me go check...ok I'm right. Of course you'll never know if I had it wrong at first then changed it! Am I sneakly like that? When it comes to firearms, you bet I am!
It's 6 minutes after 5 and somebody just called me with work related issues, hello please, I am not here, you cannot see me and you cannot call me. Save your question for Monday. I've left the building, I'm just here killing time.
It's 8 minutes after 5 and I'm just killing time.
Tomorrow is a different story, I'll actually be directing my show and not someone else's like tonight. Tonight is Rod's show: The V.O.I.C.E. I have no idea who the guest is but I'm sure he or she will be armed with a very deep message. My show's message is: music baby, On The Tip of My Tongue is about the music and the people behind it. I have Garrin Benfield coming in. Oh, he dragged his feet but not as severley as Lane!
It's 10 minutes after 5 and I'm just killing time.
My fingers are getting cold because of the temperature dropping outside and me sitting by this huge window. Hell, can't we go wireless please? Ooops, talking about work, sorry.
So Sabrina and Sebstian produced the Waves video for the Devlins, I swear if those boys would give back to the fans a little more often they'd have a record company, a distribution department, marketing department, etc...all for free! Their fan base is one of the most loyal I've ever encountered, it mirrors the Church's albeit they haven't been around for nearly as long.
It's 15 minutes after 5 and I'm getting a headache from all this time killing.
Time for me to go.
I feel like a soul desert - thanks Dave!
C

Fig newton of my imagination

Was that all it was?