The Universe Makes Much More Sense

Today while I was at school, I thought of a good blog. This matters because, as you can very well see, I've no time to blog these days. I'm only doing it now because Ezra is cleaning the kitchen and sometimes that's a hard thing to help with.... No... seriously... Its hard to clean someones kitchen along with them. Doing individual tasks together works... like... I'll wash, you dry and put away. But just... just going to it... that doesn't work.

So here I sit.... alone in his room listening to J. Tillman and allowing him to break my heart in a beautiful kind of way that makes me the happiest little nubbin in the world. Trying to remember the blog I had. But alas, as you could have probably guessed, I can't remember it.

Last weekend we ventured to Heaven on Earth Powell's and I was trying to decide on whether or not I should get a new Braughtigan book or a nerdy anthropology book. E told me that I decided I should get (yeah... you read that correctly. He's really demanding and overbearing like that *shakes head 'no'*) the nerdy anthropology book, so I did. The Long Summer: How Climate Changed Civilization. I mean c'mon. Are you really surprised. I haven't had a lot of time to read it too far into it yet, but its soooo good. Very rarely do you find a book like this by an author who can actually write. First few sentences?

A wind of Force 9 is a strong gale and it makes a sailboat's rigging shriek unrelentingly. I huddled in the shelter of the cabin house, bracing my feet against the cockpit seat, safety line securely fastened. We lay hove-to in the Bay of Biscay under heavily reefed mainsail and a tiny storm jib, and had been so for twenty-four hours, our small boat rising and falling effortlessly in the mountainous swells.

(I have since changed my music and am now listening to Portugal The Man, if you'd like to follow along). Mr Brian Fagan has turned a seemingly drab topic (that I think is completely interesting and I wish I could be unemployed so that I could just read all day) into totally interesting and wonderful and if I could, I would put it in a juicer, add some more fruits for... you know.... consistency and a little bit of flavor, and I would drink his sweet sweet juice for breakfast.
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yeah. no. that's what I mean.