[It's so quiet and damp and dark around here. Why not hit publish on something that's been sitting in the draft folder for nearly a year. You miss this stuff, right?]
Last month I left my beautiful, charming, and wholesome friends in Iowa to move in with my sister in Michigan while I get my ducks in a row. My ducks have been acting up. One of my final acts before packing up was to kick back with two of my favorites for margaritas and Camera Obscura. It did not take long for me to lock onto the guitarist with his matte balding head + general broadness. It’s my most basic formula. Then he used a microphone to reveal his Scottish brogue and I got so excited I punched Jason (of the socks). His name is Kenny. Let’s look at his profile on the band’s site.
I am charmed by his current favorite animals and now I’ve been reading AE Housman all morning [Kenny has since swapped AE Housman for a sexy poem about strawberries]. Here’s one that should set you in the right mood for Monday. Make sure you read it in a Scottish voice.
Yonder see the morning blink:
The sun is up, and up must I,
To wash and dress and eat and drink
And look at things and talk and think
And work, and God knows why.
Oh often have I washed and dressed
And what’s to show for all my pain?
Let me lie abed and rest:
Ten thousand times I’ve done my best
And all’s to do again.
Roll over! Stay home! Sunday up with Hitchcock instead. [Sunday up. A typo or a new phrase I was trying out?]
And now the hat. Remember?
While wearing this hat, I have received compliments such as “That hat is so lumpy!” Totally worth $4. I edited the picture to look like binocular vision because the picture was taken before a run and Meg and I have been listening to an audiobook I scored mid-roadtrip for $2 in which ladies spurn their lovers’ early-morning advances to go running and then the ladies get brutally raped AND lose an eye. So that’s been on my mind. Binocular plotting.