Category: Detritus

Is a lovely space indeed. Projected opening date 12/13/03. Be there one and all.

Myth of the Day:

Child Ballad #239:

“Auchanachie Gordon is bonny and braw,

He would tempt any woman that he ever saw;

He would tempt any woman, so has he tempted me,

And I?ll die if I getna my love Auchanachie.?

In came her father, tripping on the floor,

Says, Jeanie, ye?re trying the tricks o? a whore;

Ye?re caring for them that cares little for thee;

Ye must marry Salton, leave Auchanachie.

Auchanachie Gordon, he is but a man;

Altho he be pretty, where lies his free land?

Salton?s lands they lie broad, his towers they stand hie,

Ye must marry Salton, leave Auchanachie.

……

……

?Salton will gar you wear-silk gowns fring?d to thy knee,

But ye?ll never wear that wi your love Auchanachie.?

Wi Auchanachie Gordon I would beg my bread

Before that wi Salton I?d wear gowd on my head,

Wear gowd on my head, or gowns fring?d to the knee;

And I?ll die if I getna my love Auchanachie.

?O Salton?s [a] valley lies low by the sea,

He?s bowed on the back, and thrawin on the knee;?

…..

…..

?O Salton?s a valley lies low by the sea;

Though he?s bowed on the back and thrawin on the knee,

Though he?s bowed on the back and thrawin on the knee,

The bonny rigs of Salton they?re nae thrawin tee?

?O you that are my parents to church may me bring,

But unto Salton I?ll never bear a son;

For son or for daughter, I?ll ne?er bow my knee,

And I?ll die if I getna my love Auchanachie.?

When Jeanie was married, from church was brought hame,

When she wi her maidens sae merry shoud hae been,

When she wi her maidens sae merry shoud hae been,

She?s called for a chamber, to weep there her lane.

?Come to your bed, Jeanie, my honey and my sweet,

For to stile you mistress I do not think it meet:?

?Mistress or Jeanie, it is a? ane to me,

It?s in your bed, Salton, I never will be.?

Then out spake her father, he spake wi reknown;

Some of you that are her maidens, ye?ll loose aff her gown;

Some of you that are her maidens, ye?ll loose aff her gown;

And I?ll mend the marriage wi ten thousand crowns.

Then ane of her maidens they loosed aff her gown,

But bonny Jeanie Gordon she fell in a swoon;

She fell in a swon low down by their knee;

Says, Look on, I die for my love Auchanachie!

That very same day Miss Jeanie did die,

And hame came Auchanachie, hame frae the sea;

Her father and mither welcomd him at the gate;

He said, Where?s Miss Jeanie, that she?s nae here yet?

Then forth came her maidens, all wringing their hands,

Saying, Alas for your staying sae lang frae the land!

Sae lang frae the land, and sae lang on the fleed!

They?ve wedded your Jeanie, and now she is dead.

?Some of you, her maidens, take me by the hand,

And show me the chamber Miss Jeanie died in;?

He kissed her cold lips, which were colder than stane,

And he died in the chamber that Jeanie died in.”

TV news sucks exponentially. Have decided to start getting the paper again to keep from getting stupid. Also I plan to get and out and see some movies, windowshop the mall and all that other prole weekend crap for a change. That’s assuming I wake up before noon tomorrow,though.

Other opinions of no relevance:

1)The West Wing has begun to totally suck.

2)Afraid to go to Casa video as I fear I owe them some money or something.

3)Have discovered the joys of Winamp.

4)Claussen pickles were on sale and I’m in Heaven.

5)Hershey’s kisses and a steak sandwich for lunch, because they were there.

6)Lay on the floor and let the baby use me as furniture this morning and she got all blissed out.

7)I get all blissed out myself if people bring me candy.

8)Loving the universal remote.

9)Contemplating a different shade again for my rehenna.

10)Should be using this time to learn more HTML or to preview the Pima course catalog…more later.

rather rocks, yes it does.

…are a tool of the devil. Or at the very least, more trouble than they’re worth. Gave up trying to revive mine and accomplished about a dozen other things which is so out of character for me and I mean that in a good way. It was as if the little cartoon clouds above my head had parted for a moment, allowing vision and clarity or at least the energy to get up out of my chair and clean the damned refrigerators for a change. It was like an archeological dig, that was. How old does jam have to get before it actually grows mold, I ask you? Quite old indeed. Bought the universal remote I’d been needing since it was ridiculous to have two televisions and still not be able to watch certain channels without aid of the single VCR. Now listening to a used CD I bought about three weeks ago and forgot about: The soundtrack for “Basquiat.” Tom Waits is singing “Waltzing Matilda,” and though that sounds ridiculous, truly it’s fucking gorgeous.

And a rather fitting one at that. If any of you knew it already, I shall have to disown you. Just kidding. Well,sort of kidding. Here it is:

Recherche:

(adjective) [rahsher’SHAY]

1. rare or exotic, and usually only known to connoisseurs: “I’ve never had the patience to dig very deep into the music scene, so I rely on Justin to keep me abreast of recherche acts.” 2. exquisite; choice. 3. marked by excessive or exaggerated refinement; forced. 4. pretentious.

And on a less refined note…

Courtesy of Lizzie, I have learned that today is World Toilet Day, I shite you not. Oh, that was bad…

Contemplating becoming a happy little zoloft drop. Eating chocolate ice cream and frozen pizza simultaneously while listening to goth internet radio and watching the baby roll around on the floor. Resolving to banish certain thoughts from my head. I will emerge from this cocoon the stronger for it. Anyone who gets in my way can just friggin’ eat me, how’s that?

Do something for the good of mankind today, without even leaving your chair.