DIG by Incubus

We all have a weakness
Some of ours are easier to identify
Look me in the eye

And ask for forgiveness
We'll make a pact to never speak
That word again, yes, you are my friend

We all have something that digs at us
At least we dig each other

So when weakness turns my ego up
I know you'll count on the me from yesterday

If I turn into another
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me
Sing this song
Remind me that we'll always have each other
When everything else is gone

We all have a sickness
That cleverly attaches and multiplies
No matter how we try

We all have someone that digs at us
At least we dig each other

So when sickness turns my ego up
I know you'll act as a clever medicine

If I turn into another
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me

Sing this song
Remind me that we'll always have each other
When everything else is gone
Oh, each other when everything else is gone

If I turn into another
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me

Sing this song
Remind me that we'll always have each other
When everything else is gone
Oh, each other, sing this song, when everything else is gone
Oh, each other, when everything else is gone

***Word of the Day***

proliferate v: to grow or increase in number rapidly

"As low rates proliferated, lenders fell over themselves to stuff cash in customers' pockets"---Daniel Gross, Newsweek, August 20/27, 2007

The hustle and bustle of yesterday pushed me to the edge of giddiness. It's the end of the month and customers will often come into the office and act as if they own the place. Commanding, demanding anything and everything under the sun...Helloooo I am only one person.

That aside...I ditched my weekly game of softball with the girls due to a request from my boss to head back into Vegas; I work even when I'm not at work. I wish that entailed a bonus of some sort. I suppose I'm attempting to collect kudos which usually requires ass kissing and acting like a scared little puppy. One day I'll be on top; I'll be wealthy; I'll be respected...at least I damn well better be after putting in my allotted time of groveling.

I'm finally into my groove at the gym again. Going during my lunch break isn't the most ideal situation, however it's what seems to work best. I miss the days of being able to go to the gym for a minimum of two hours and lifting like a mad woman and not having to rush through my cardio and other routines. If I ever bring myself to move back to Pahrump the situation of going to the gym for house a day would be much more viable.

Mmk, so after work and doing the bidding for my master yesterday, I decided to go for a bike ride. A BIKE RIDE! I forgot how thoroughly enjoyable, relaxing, and therapeutic going for an hour long ride can be. I need to live in a place where it's more normal to ride everywhere you go. I was so proud of myself; I even rigged by bike with a basket which makes bringing goodies along for the ride much easier.
I truly would ride my bike EVERYWHERE when I lived in Michigan. It was such a normal thing there. I would ride to the beach, to Kate's house, Starbucks (against my mother's will of course She was infuriated when she found out I had been secretly sipping sinful coffee without her knowledge. I believe she was worried about me stunting my growth, or me starting to worshiping the coffee god and thus damning my soul to hell, or something ridiculous of that nature. Ah the joys in defying authority)...I digress. I think I'm going to start going on rides more often. It awakened a secret joy inside me that I have left dormant for too many years.
If I go riding again I think I'm going to bring my camera with me, thus pictures will be posted.

After my bike ride, I ate a delicious salad that I had picked up from Whole Foods earlier. Going into Whole Foods always arouses a desire in me to run a marathon or do something healthy that will somehow change the world. Bravo to the Whole Foods marketing team for instilling such a sense of wonder upon entrance to their...well, essentially it is simply a "super market";perhaps this market has "super powers". They should change the name to Whole Foods Super Power Market...I always feel super when I leave that place.

Ciao

***Word of the Day***

peripeteia n: a sudden or unexpected reversal of circumstance or situation especially in literary work

The novel is populated by a number of secondary characters, each of whom plays a crucial role in the protagonist's peripeteia.

***Word of the Day***

brusque adj 1: markedly short and abrupt 2. blunt in manner or speech often to the point of ungracious harshness

*On her first day of work, Diana's new boss gave her only a brusque greeting before showing her the place where she would be working.

World At Large-Modest Mouse

Ice-age heat, wave can't complain
If the world's at large, why should I remain?
Walked away to another plane
Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand

I move on to another day
To a whole new town with a whole new way
Went to the porch to have a thought
Got to the door and again, I couldn't stop

You don't know where and you don't know when
But you still got your words and you got your friends
Walk along to another day
Work a little harder, work another way

Well uh uh baby I ain't got no plan
We'll float on maybe would you understand?
Gonna float on maybe would you understand?
We'll float on maybe would you understand?

The days get shorter and the nights get cold
I like the autumn but this place is getting old
I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast
It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most

The days get longer and the nights smell green
I guess it's not surprising but it's spring and I should leave

I like songs about drifters, books about the same
They both seem to make me feel a little less insane
Walked on off to another spot
I still haven't gotten anywhere that I want

Did I want love? Did I need to know?
Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?

The moths beat themselves to death against the lights
Adding their breeze to the summer nights
Outside, water like air was great
I didn't know what I had that day

Walk a little farther to another plane
You said that you did, but you didn't understand

I know that starting over is not what life's about
But my thoughts were so loud, I couldn't hear my mouth
My thoughts were so loud, I couldn't hear my mouth
My thoughts were so loud

***Word of the Day***

hegira n: a journey especially when undertaken to escape from a dangerous or undesirable situation: exodus

"The hegira was one of hunger, thirst, danger, pain, and betrayal that extended over a month and 200 miles." ---Curtis Hooper O'Sullivan , Air Power History, June 22, 2008

An Excerpt from White Houses by Vanessa Carlton

It's alright and I put myself in his hands
But I hold on to secrets in white houses
Love, or something ignites in my veins
And I pray it never fades in white houses

My first time, hard to explain
Rush of blood, oh, and a little bit of pain
On a cloudy day, it's more common than you think
He's my first mistake

Maybe you were all faster than me
We gave each other up so easily
These silly little wounds will never mend
I feel so far from where I've been

So I go, and I will not be back here again
I'm gone as the day is fading on white houses
I lie, put my injuries all in the dust
In my heart is the five of us in white houses

And you, maybe you'll remember me
What I gave is yours to keep in white houses
In white houses
In white houses

Almost Lover - A Fine Frenzy

Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind, images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes, clever trick

Well, I’d never want to see you unhappy
I thought you’d want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?

So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me in the shade
And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you would never ever forget these images, no

Well, I’d never want to see you unhappy
I thought you’d want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?

So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot try the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind

So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy to walk
Right in and out of my life?

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Why can't you just let me be?

So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

***Word of the Day***

afflatus n: a divine imparting of knowledge or power: inspiration

Gus insists that his musical compositions are the result not of afflatus but of years of study and hard work