August 31, 2001
Come as close as the air
Today is the birthday of one friend, and the one year anniversary of another's
href="http://www.eilatan.net/journal/archives/00000128.html">escribitionism.
(Mechaieh gets credit for the word.)
Because of that, because summer is finally cooling off into fall, and because my
life, or at least my career, is in a state of flux right now, and also because I
have to go pack up for camping this weekend and then shower and dress for another
interview, I'm going to post Phil Ochs's words today, instead of mine.
Sit by my side, come as close as the air,
Share in a memory of gray;
Wander in my words, dream about the pictures
That I play of changes.
Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall
To brown and to yellow they fade.
And then they have to die, trapped within
the circle time parade of changes.
Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind,
Visions of shadows that shine.
Til one day I returned and found they were the
Victims of the vines of changes.
The world's spinning madly, it drifts in the dark
Swings through a hollow of haze,
A race around the stars, a journey through
The universe ablaze with changes.
Moments of magic will glow in the night
All fears of the forest are gone
But when the morning breaks they're swept away by
golden drops of dawn, of changes.
Passions will part to a strange melody.
As fires will sometimes burn cold.
Like petals in the wind, we're puppets to the silver
strings of souls, of changes.
Your tears will be trembling, now we're somewhere else,
One last cup of wine we will pour
And I'll kiss you one more time, and leave you on
the rolling river shores of changes.
--Phil Ochs, "Changes"
Later note, after post-interview goofing-off session:
Yesterday, I learned to make this main section scrollable. Today, on the other
hand, I have been acting closer to my shoe size than to my age, literally. Here's
what I learned to make today:
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