Day: August 7, 2013

I went to work, and felt some productiveness, but then my work computer was
annoying me (Windows XP, in 2013? Seriously?), so I went back home – because I have no classes. Andrew and I went up the block to the Japanese place I like, and had cheap sushi. But then I
ended up going back to work because I still had some things to do – I
needed to record and score some make-up speeches for July month-end
testing. So I worked twice today, with a very long break. It was OK.

I hope I can sleep well tonight – I'm suffering, a little bit, because the sensation is beginning to return to parts of my neck, which up until now has been mostly just numb, due to the nerve damage from the major surgery. I've taken some painkiller today, for the first time since discharge from the hospital.

I haven't blogged much music lately. But I'm listening to a lot of music – and, now that Andrew has received his massive harddrive-full-o-musictracks in the mail, I'm listening to a lot of new stuff from my brother. That's a good thing.

What I'm listening to right now.

Devendra Banhart, "Cripple Crow."

Lyrics.

When they come from the over the mountain
Yeah we’ll run we’ll run right around them
We’ve got no guns no we don’t have any weapons
Just our cornmeal and our children

The dust drowns
The dark clouds
But not us
But not us

While we pay for mistakes with no meaning
All your gifts and all your peace is deceiving
And still our pain dissolves with believing

That peace comes, their peace comes
That peace comes, their peace comes

Now that our bones lay buried below us
Just like stones pressed into the earth
Well we ain’t known by no one before us
And we begin with this one little birth

That grows on, that grows on
That grows on, that moves on

Cripple crow say something for our grieving
Where do we go once we start leaving
Well close that womb
Or else keep on bleeding
And change your tune
It’s got no meaning