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I Tunes

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I knew. I (heart) metal buildings. I ain’t done wrong. I ain’t gonna suffer no more. I ain’t got you. I ain’t the one. I alone. I am a grocery bag. I am a man of constant sorrow. I am a rock. I am a rock. I am a rock. I am a tangerine. I am history. I am not your broom. I am sincere. I am sincere. I am the law. I am the lucky one. I am the sea. I am the walrus. I am the walrus. I am weary (let me rest). I been burning bad gasoline. I believe. I believe. I believe. I believe in miracles. I believe to my soul. I call out her name. I can hear music. I can make it if you can. I can make it with you. I can see clearly now. I can see for miles. I can take or leave your loving. I can taste it. I can wait. I can’t be satisfied.

I can’t believe it. I can’t breathe. I can’t control myself. I can’t explain. I can’t figure you out. I can’t forget you. I can’t get behind that. I can’t get my head around it. I can’t get next to you. (I can’t get no) satisfaction. I can’t get over you. I can’t get you out of my mind. I can’t give you anything. I can’t help you anymore. I can’t hold on. I can’t hold on. I can’t hold on. I can’t hold on. I can’t let go. I can’t let go. I can’t let go. I can’t make it. I can’t make it. I can’t make it on time. I can’t pretend. I can’t reach you. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand up for falling down. I can’t talk anymore. I can’t tell the bottom from the top. I can’t think about dancing. I can’t turn you loose. I can’t win. I can’t turn you loose.

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When I have nothing to say

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When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed. Say something once, why say it again?

My resemblance to “Psycho Killer” ends there (I hope), but as we venture into the unpredictable days of summer, when the weather forecasters should just admit they have no idea what’s going to happen (chance of 25-degree swings, violent thunderstorms, cloudbursts, blazing sun, overcast skies, and short periods of time when it is raining on the front of the truck but not the back). It’s the ridiculous and constantly debunked belief that they know what’s going to happen that keeps setting me back. I look up at the sky and it doesn’t even match what they say is happening now.

So despite uncertainty we’ve been getting out there and doing the summer things, not the least of which is spending several hours a day harvesting the black raspberries (it becomes a relief when they finally run out, but we do have a new pie recipe that is fantastic). Some light kayaking (in a heavy kayak) on Sunday, a fantastic new ride up Dunham Hollow Road yesterday (grateful for the cooling influence of an unpronounceable creek that wasn’t Tsatsawassa Creek), spending time weeding the garden, and interrupting the rare blog posting with another violent thunderstorm and lightning that’s too close for my computer’s comfort. Yesterday I took an afternoon nap in the hammock, one of those things I always think of and never do, and one of those things life is simply too short not to do. There was even time to chase fireflies, an activity that wins out in hazy memory over the reality of being chawed by skeeters as you try to relate the blinking of lightning bugs to quantum physics and wondering whether Heisenberg spent his evenings in the yard with a jar.

Kirsten come home!

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All is forgiven. Seriously, where the hell is Kirsten Gum these days? After her disappearance from OLN TV, about the only reference I can find to her is this allegation that as a participant in a Primal Quest race, she may have used her panties as a water filter. And somebody’s squatting on her domain name. It’s not that I’m the biggest Kirsten Gum fan in the world, though I thought she was fine covering the Tour de France (mustn’t . . . start . . . anti-Trautwig . . . rant!). But every single day I get hits from desperate fans looking for Kirsten Gum (actually, more often, “kirsten gum killer rack”), and it seems like in the age of the internet even a minor figure from an obscure sports channel would have a greater presence on the web than just a snapshot flashing a peace sign.

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