Still my favorite photo from Paris
It's a night like tonight that I am, for some odd reason, reminded of Paris and all it's mid-winter glory. OK, so it's really not a stretch as to find the reason for my recent reminiscence on Paris--a friend recently requested for the photos from that trip and with no intention of looking through all those thousands of photos, I definitely did just that.It was the first time I'd gone through those photos since the trip almost two years ago now (wow) and with that came a fresh sense of viewing. A pleasant ignorance of the photos that was, well, pleasantly rewarded.
Things are good, things are great. However, I'm not used to the cold weather yet--scratch that, my lungs are used to the cold weather yet--and my runs lately have ended a bit short with my throat nearly burning and my lungs screaming at me to stop being such an asshole to them.
It's a Modest-Mouse-sort-of-week I sense.
On to the science. Another week of Darwinian weaseling of protein chemistry.
Ice-age heat wave, can't complain.
If the world's at large, why should I remain?
Walked away to another plan.
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?
Well 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 plan.
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.
