Moving on out

I’ve relocated (if you hadn’t already figured that out).

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nashvillest.com

Busy, busy, busy.

“Ain’t No Reason” – Brett Dennen

There ain’t no reason things are this way
It’s how they always been and they intend to stay
I can’t explain why we live this way,
We do it everyday.

Preachers on the podium speaking of saints
Prophets on the sidewalk begging for change
Old ladies laughing from the fire escape, cursing my name
I got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same
A window and a pigeon with a broken wing
You can spend you whole life working for something,
Just to have it taken away
People walk around pushing back their debts
Wearing pay checks like necklaces and bracelets
Talking ’bout nothing, not thinking ’bout death
Every little heartbeat, every little breath
People walk a tight rope on a razor’s edge
Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons
It could be a bomb, or a bullet, or a pen
Or a thought, or a word, or a sentence

There ain’t no reason things are this way
It’s how they always been and they intend to stay
I don’t know why I say the things that I say,
But I say them anyway

But love will come set me free
Love will come set me free, I do believe
Love will come set me free, I know it will
Love will come set my free, yes

Prison walls still standing tall
Some things never change at all
Keep on building prisons, gonna fill them all
Keep building bombs, gonna drop them all
Working young fingers bare to the bone
Breaking your back, make you sell your soul
Like a lung is filled with coal, suffocating slow
The wind blows wild and I may move
But politicians lie and I am not fooled
You don’t need no reason or a three piece suit, to argue the truth
The air on my skin and the world under my toes
Slavery is stitched into the fabric of my clothes
Chaos and commotion wherever I go
Love, I try to follow

Love will come set me free

There ain’t no reason things are this way
It’s how they always been and they intend to stay
I can’t explain why we live this way,
We do it everyday.

Sometimes, words just hit me hard.

Chase This Light

Feels good to be this excited about a band again.

LOST…?

Kate’s mom: “I asked you what you are doing here”
Kate: “I want to know why you told them what I did to him”
Kate’s mom: “I thought maybe you came because you wanted to say you were sorry”
Kate: “I’m not sorry! He hit you, he treated you like a dog and you –”
Kate’s mom: “You can’t help who you love, Kathryn! And for good or bad, I loved him… and you burned him alive. You turned on the gas and you lit a match. You murdered him in cold blood!”
Kate: “I did it for you.”
Kate’s mom: “What you did, you did for yourself.”

I watched this episode of LOST last week. It sat at the back of my mind for awhile, mostly because it poses an interesting question… can you help who you love? Who was right in principle (aside from that tiny technicality of murder)? Could it really play out that someone you love may not be good for you?

What do you think?

August is ending…

Mother Nature, you are cruel. The outdoors looks as though we are well into the crisp days of autumn, but yet we are somehow still enveloped in 105º temperatures!

I’m heading to Indianapolis after work today to visit this woman.

I’m going to start using my tumblr blog as 90% moblog, 10% tumblelog… so add it to your feed readers and wait with bated breath for new installments of random photos that I will inevitably find hilarious and will cause everyone else to scratch their heads in bewilderment.

These days are busy days.

Influence

Breathe In, Breathe Out

Their sleep was deep but not restful. “Take the flower. With your breath it holds enough for one life. You must decide who among the sleeping will awake.

A fragrance emanated from the earth beneath them making the air sweet and intoxicating. Its potion was not to slumber, but to surrender. Most would rather sleep through life than live their dreams.

One would respond to Ayden’s breath. To choose wrongly was to waste the healing essence of the Iris. If he could only know what dreams held them to their sleep. Maven, if he knew, would offer no clue. Not once did he flinch or change his expression as Ayden moved toward Kembr- face to face, mouth to mouth, then breath to breath.

Her eyes opened and she spoke as if she had known this moment a thousand times before,” Is this yet another dream?”

Ayden questioned her as if she had said nothing,” What dream held you?”

“Only that I had been awakened.”

Entry 203/ The Perils of Ayden / Erwin McManus

seasons.

it’s a really dark season right now.
i am learning to embrace that for what it is.

7:33pm thoughts from the office…

It’s 7:33pm and I am still at work. The sea of html code in front of me is blurring together, so I thought I’d take a moment to eat a snack, drink some water, and pull something out of the back of my brain to blog about (only because I promised myself I’d actually update in the month of May). Here is some… haiku.

oh i really love
leaving this place when it’s dark
that is sarcasm

You should all go to brittnicole.com and sign up for the danged newsletter, because that’s why I am here and not in my house or at the gym or in the store trying to find shoes to wear to my cousin’s wedding on Saturday or at Fido with my friends or taking a nap or getting into trouble elsewhere.

beauty and the beast

an interesting observation – both yesterday and today, i didn’t wear any makeup… which evokes much response from my coworkers, apparently. “are you sick? you look sick.” “are you tired? you really should sleep more!” and more and more. i’m going to wear makeup tomorrow and i am sure i will have more do-gooders excited over my miraculous recovery of whatever mysterious disease that drained the color out of my features. depressing.

on another note, i have made friends with the cleaning man at work, since we seem to spend many of our evenings together. he comes in around 6pm and i’m usually still there, and we have been silently bonding for the past year. the week before gma, he finally asked my name. his name is jim. jim is probably the best cleaning guy in the world, he always empties the trash and vacuums the carpet. one time i had a three-month temp stint in facilities management, and let me tell you whoever was emptying the trash and vacuuming the carpet back in those days was not jim, because they really just never did their job. every morning i would come in to work and go through my inbox piled high with emailed evidence that the cleaning crew once again did not fulfill their duties. i guess that’s why we hired jim. he smiles a lot.
anyway, next time i complain about my job, someone smack me and tell me to shut up and be thankful that i was raised as an overprivileged  white english-speaking middle-class suburban brat who was able to spend over $60k on a college education and doesn’t have to clean up other people’s inconsiderate messes for a living.

oh happy may

goals for the month of may:

• find out who googled ‘what if i eat fruit all of the time’ and become their best friend
• restore my computer to the automated powerhouse it once was before the crash of february 07. that thing could have cleaned the bathroom for me if i had asked it nicely and pressed the right combination of keys.
• stop drinking coffee and soda
• blog about the hallucinations i experience
• read some books or at least finish that list i was making of books i should be reading
• stop deleting my blog entries
• go to the grocery store at least once
• salvage my mental and emotional well-being
• get perez hilton to write me an email

commendable and attainable goals for sure!