Black Wings, Black Words

Heavy week. Heavy heart.

I long for the arrogant certainty of childhood. I feel 30 looming. It's not going to be pretty.

Skype is one the wonders of the modern world. I made an account finally, patrick.landfair, add me. I'm lonely here, and would love to talk to you, whoever you are.

I've been devouring George R.R. Martin's "A Song Of Ice and Fire" saga. I'm 900 pages into his 4th book of the series, "A Feast For Crows". It's the weakest offering yet, but still pretty good. Too much political intrigue and introspection for me, not enough Direwolves and Dragons and 500,000 man battles. I can't wait to finish it and start on "A Dance Of Dragons", I bought a gigantic hardcover with special maps and stuff, its so much cooler than the paperbacks I'm used to. The way the story is going, this one is set up to be more action packed, at least to start.

My whole family has switched over to E-Readers and can't seem to stop espousing the merits of digital print to me, but I am not sold. I hate the grey screen of the kindle, and the backlit Nook. My eyes just don't feel good looking on them. It's somehow too stimulating, and far too sterile. I hate going one page at a time, it ruins the rhythm I have of skimming both pages quickly and then reading them more deliberately. I can't really explain it, but having two pages to see at a time is really important to me. I much prefer reading analog, and I don't think I'm likely to change my mind.

ahhhh

Le Sighhhh......




Reminds me a bit of this song in spirit. I'm really big on Sebastien Tellier. This is one of the more haunting songs I've heard.




Goodbye
The lion stares high
And all the universe cries
For your memory
I hate I
Oh, could you lead my lips to sigh

Somehow, I smothered rainbows
And all the universe crawls
Farthest ends of me
I'm in now

Homewards, he dealed with scarecrows
And all the universe knows
Wailing finally
I would roar

Oh, could you fail in me
Sin calls

Goodbye
I've wandered 'round isles
And all the universe cries
For your memory
I warned I
Oh, starry are your spheres, delight

I just posted to my livejournal, I feel like I need at least one post a year there. I've had it for ten years I just realized. That makes me feel really sad.

My girlfriend moved to new york, crazy times. I have a lot more time to read right now, I've been loving that. It's too hot to do much else.

I love summer. It's such a celebration of life. And life is the best.

Every day here has a heat index of over 100 and humidity of 90+%. Some days my dog hardly even wants to go for a walk once we get outside. Cicada's sing her to sleep as I scratch her chin. Lazy Junebugs bang against our screen door and sometimes my bedroom window when my lamp is on late at night.

I love smelling the magnolia trees in the shade of those shiny dark leaves.


I love finding Crape Myrtle blossoms in my hair when I get into bed.


I love going to Dixie Cafe my Grandmother and visiting over a plate of fried catfish, fried okra, sweet corn, and turnip greens. She tells me about when she was young, how movies cost a dime and a quarter would get you a ticket, a bag of popcorn, and a box of milkduds. She tells me song lyrics I would really get a kick out of. "Ain't We Got Fun", and some old Cole Porter song which escapes me. We talk about Alien life and Art Bell. She doesn't have much time left, she talks about that sometimes too. I hope she has another decade in her at least, I can't imagine raising children in a world without her.