your friend, the viking
December 2009
25 posts
dear alaska, darling night.
I can be gracious, I can be kind.
You’ve got a way of making me try.
Try. Try.
Oh…
Left some comfort so I could tread quietly,
around the haunts where you might be.
Be. Be.
Oh darling…
It’s too good for a lifetime.
Now the words in my throat are coming too slow.
I think we both know, I think we both know.
When you look ahead what do you see?
Is it just me?
When we stop trying
you look alright under the burned out night.
Lets sit awhile and decide, decide tonight.
Tonight. Tonight.
Oh darling…
It’s too good for a lifetime.
Now the words in my throat are coming too slow.
I think we both know, I think we both know.
Oh darling…
I think we both know.
I think we both know.
-J. Tillman “Darling Night”
(My song for Alaska and my first step towards her.)
“People, you better get ready because we’re getting hammered.”
—a weatherman from the weather channel, discussing the snow to come.
snow shmow.
We’re supposed to be getting a “giant snow storm” starting anytime now (in Virginia).
Today: 2-3 inches of snow
Tonight: 6-10 inches of snow
Tomorrow: 3-5 inches of snow
I am pumped to be stoked, but every time those weather men and women build up this gigantic snow fort of snow excellence, it turns out to be a pile of imaginary cotton fluffs.
Fingers crossed.
fall be kind.
Today is the official release of Animal Collective’s new EP Fall Be Kind.
I am too excited to even explain.
“Do you get up up up?
Clouds stop and move above me
Too bad they can’t help me.
What is the right way?
Do I float up up up?
When I stop and look around me,
grey is where the color should be.
What is the right way?
Old glasses clinking and a
new order’s blinking
and I - I should be floating but I’m weighted by thinking.”
horses hate turkeys.
So Saturday morning as I was on my way to work, I passed a field that a number of horses usually graze and gallop and have their normal horse business in.This Saturday morning it was 16 degrees out. That has nothing do to with the story, but good to know nonetheless.
Anyway, as I drive by I look into the field and see around twenty-five to thirty wild turkeys just taking over this field. They all had the same amount of space between them as to make sure they were taking up as much space as they could in this field.
I thought to myself, wondering where the horses were, but as I continued on the road that wrapped around this field of turkeys, I reached the corner fencing and received my answer. Here stood four horses as close to one another as they could be in this small corner and one horse out a ways from the corner standing in full alert, staring these turkeys down. It seemed this horse was in a stance ready to fight, but even more ready to run.
I could not stop to watch whatever mayhem would come of this scene for I had to get to work on this Saturday morning below freezing. However, it does make me wonder how/if the scene would have escalated.
Horses hate turkeys.
...while the streets ahead are sunny.
Guess who just got front row tickets to see Ben Kweller on the seventh of January in Savannah!
