It's a little over a year since I first wrote about this song, and it doesn't move me to tears any less. I don't know what I believe. I'm that kind of semi-apathetic semi-agnostic. But if I find God anywhere, it's in the pictures from February - March 2004, San Francisco City Hall, with this song playing in the background.

When I was flying home from Chicago, the threat level was orange. I'm flying again tomorrow. The state of the world is a little hard to escape.

I spent a while deciding what to title this post. I went with the simplest idea; the runner-up was 'the shape of things to come'.



Vienna Teng - City Hall
The sun came out as I wrote this post. Deny discordia.

You know that scene in BSG where Starbuck is doing weights to rehabilitate her battered knee, and Adama is all, "YOU'LL HAVE TO PULL 6GS IN THAT COCKPIT, STARBUCK," and piling on the weights, and Starbuck is all face-of-omg-worst-pain-ever and her whole leg is quivering like jelly with the effort?

That is me, trying to straighten my leg in the air in front of my chair.

I Think There May Indeed Be Something Up With My Knee.

Anyway. Stupidly, I am undertaking something... ambitious for D*C, which I AM FLYING TO TOMORROW HAY :D

Things to do/ask people about/confirm tonight:

- Sweeney and airport things!

- Feather - do you has facepaints?

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- braiding

- SHOES

- print shit out.

- buttonssssss. fucking buttons.

- finish, you know, packing. DON'T FORGET THE MEDICINE.