Discuss amongst yourselves

Name 3 songs you wish were written about you. I'll go first.

1) "Love Street" by the Doors. Yes, I want monkeys and diamond studded flunkies, and I want to live down the street from the store where the creatures meet, and I hope that image doesn't seriously disturb any of my friends.

2) "You look like Rain" by Morphine. Great love song. Really. How many love songs start off by calling someone intelligent, and by praising "experience"? So much better than being like cherry pie, or a taco, or praising youth and youth alone (not that there's anything wrong with it, but everyone gets youth by default, and loses it by default, so as a basis for love it just seems weak) or whatever else love songs these days are saying.

3) ok, I'm still working on this one. I was considering "Little wing" but the female described is just a bit too fey.

pretty things

I am not going to have much to say until I get more dissertating done. So instead I bring you ... highlights from my garden.
These are my bleeding hearts, and why that term is used as an insult is beyond me. I have been putting a few of these a year out front but this year I added 25 more, so by next year the front yard wil be dripping with excess sentiment come April or May.

Dissertation update

And while I'm at it, I think the chapters about failure, narrative, identity, and art are done. The one on place should be done today, after I take a brief walk back through Durkheim, having ditched my consideration of Marx as a good way to explain fierce attachment to place. Then maybe I'll write the intro and redo the chapter on process and consider what to do with the 4 mutant remaining bits-that-aren't-chapters. and then conclude something, and I'm done, I hope.

Defending Betsy

It falls upon me to defend Betsy, who has been slandered elsewhere and who, being a dog, can't blog in her own defense (no thumbs, you know). Poor maligned Betsy.

Look at this dainty dainty dog. Could this sweet refined thing keep anyone awake all night?

The lies some people tell.