Argle bargle. I’m really tired and feel excessively random.1 It’s been quite a week. I had three2 major arguments with Favorite Guy this week. I can only remember what one of them was about now.3 I’m sure it sounds dreadful, and it is, somewhat, but one thing I’ve learned in the last 20 months of family court hell is that we fight more right before court dates.4 Fortunately they were short arguments and repaired quickly, so all is as good as it gets again.5
Music
I spent most of the week completely obsessed with music. Today, for instance, I listened to this song 77 times.9
I discovered it in this video:10
I also listened to L’Amour est Blue sung by Vickey Leandros 519 times.11
My French accent is definitely improving.12
I absolutely love this part:
Fou, fou, l’amour est fou
Fou comme toi et fou comme moi14
Also:
Berce mon cœur, mon cœur amoureux
I like it ever so much better than the English version of the song which is a depressing heartbroken thing and not this glorious celebration of love in colors and elements.
Google Wave
I’m still pretty underwhelmed, though it has some interesting features. I have some invites now.17 If you’d like one, leave a comment. Be sure to use the email address you’d like me to send the invite to. It won’t show on your comment, but I’ll be able to see it on the backside.
Carpe Diem
I added several items to my Carpe Diem list this week.18 19 20 21 22 There’s still more. I noticed the posts were taking 20 minutes to an hour each and decided not to do the remaining six the other night.
Facebook Fan Page
I decided to create a Facebook Fan Page23 for myself. I still feel all kinds of weird about this. I’ve advised loads of our clients to create fan pages. I’ve even made a few myself for projects I work on. For some reason I’m much more comfortable with the idea of people being fans of what I do, rather than liking me specifically. On the other hand, I keep my personal Facebook profile pretty private, so this is a good way for me to be friends with, and interact with, people I don’t know in real life. Still can’t decide if this is just pragmatic or a sign of delusions of grandeur, but I’ve done it anyway.
Actually, if you don’t subscribe to a feed, being a fan is a good way to keep up with the blog posts as I post snippets and links over there. There’s links to the Facebook page in the footnotes of this post and at the bottom of the page. My Twitter link is down there too if you’re so inclined. I really do thrive on authentic connection and communication, so I’d be glad24 to hear from you.
Final loop
When I started I thought I didn’t really have much to write about, and now I’m feeling somewhat surprised that I’ve come to the end so soon. Blame it on the brandy. Blame it on me.25
Footnotes
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More than usual. I’m a divergent thinker with a 17 track brain, but when I’m tired I start to lose coherence and things get more interesting.
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I think it was three. If it was actually more I’m ignoring that and recreating reality so it was only three.
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I don’t hold grudges typically. Usually completely forget about upsetting stuff after it’s done unless someone reminds me.
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Way too much stress and fear and worry. It just starts leaking out everywhere.
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We’re people and people are messy and complicated.6
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Also amazing and wonderful and more and more I think that authentic human love is the only thing I can be certain of in this crazy, brilliant dying world.7
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Okay, the secret is out. I am absolutely convinced that we are in the last days of civilization and on the verge of catastrophic ecological collapse. Not at all sure what to do about it other than Dance While the Sky Crashes Down.8
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So far.
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More actually. That doesn’t include the several many times I watched the video before I tracked down the mp3.
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It’s amazing I get any work or writing done in between all the singing. I do though. One of the side benefits of only sleeping five hours a night.13
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On average.
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Mad, mad, love is mad
Mad like you, mad like me15 -
Mad like dogs and Englishmen,16 not like angry. Could also be crazy, insane, delirious. It all works.
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Noel Coward reference.
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Not many.
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Super glad
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This is a reference to an email you can’t see because it was an email, not a blog post.26 It’s a fairly important email27 in lots of ways and spawned more than one poem. Maybe sometime I’ll post it. It’s a hard and lonely thing I wrote deep, deep in the night lost in my own tragic loneliness at the time. It is a thing of beauty.
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The original says “Well, I’ve done it again. Said too much about all the things I’m not supposed to talk about. Blame it on the movie, blame it on the brandy. Blame it on me, for being who I am.
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Entitled Cusack and Dr. Zhivago28
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Guess which movie I watched just before writing it?

