Before you know it it's all fuss

Fuss. Ain't it ever.

Finer Feelings. Spoon. Man, I'm getting so good at this link thing. I kind of don't like the explicitness of it though.

This song makes me want to do so many things. Dance toute seule down French streets is coming to mind right now. On days like today, it's nice to have a song that says things better than I could. Spoon has this knack for ambivalent lyrics set to some of the happiest beats I know. It's like they put you on that brink of getting emotional with how much they ring true but don't let you because your feet can't stay still long enough. They never fail me.

Don't Make A Move. But I Can Still Change My Mind Tonight. I Gotta Change My Mind Somehow. Oh And Everything Hits At Once. If The World Could Sit Tight For One Night. Believing Is Hard. Believing Is Art. Why's It The Same Thing Every Night. We Go Through All The Same Lines Or Sell Out To Appease. But Go To Sleep In A Bed Of Lies. I Made My Own More Than Once Or Twice. Imagination Ain't Kind On Us Tonight. My Mathmatical Mind Can See The Brakes. Small Stakes Tell You That There's Nothing Can Do. Can't Think Big, Can't Think Past One Or Two And Awlright. You Gotta Make Me Shut Up. Gimme Something To Look Forward To. But I, I Hear The Call of a Lifetime Ring. Felt The Need To Get Up For It. I Wanna Forget How Convention Fits. But Can I Get Out From Under It? Can I Cut It Out Of Me? That's The Way We Get By.

This is not meant to be a dedication to Spoon. If I were to attempt such a thing, I would not do so tonight. I owe them that much. They are just the perfect words almost every day of the year but especially today and for a me who is too tired to find them for myself right now.


So yeah, back to the life. And the fuss. And the finer feelings.

I'm too tired to write anything more by way of explanation. The point is that all of these things have brought me to one conclusion: Walden.

Tomorrow, though technically today, I'm starting my search for some clarity the drastic way: no phone, no facebook. The truth of the matter is that there are not enough hours in the day and that either I learn to control the hours or they will learn to control me.

I have considered filtering out this blog, movies, books and even music for the week. I think that music would be the hardest but sometimes I think I use it as an emotional crutch. Case in point being this entry. So we'll see how that goes and what I decide. Anyhow, wish me luck.