Like Galaxies, Unscathed.

It's getting cold. Broke out the long sleeve shirts for layering and heavy coats. Had to get new boots this weekend as my old ones just weren't cutting it (busting at seams and inviting cold, cold water in to play).

I suppose this could be a post encompassing numerous things I've told myself I would toss up here, but haven't gotten around to.

1. I really like listening to music when I cook, but only now have come to realize there's a correlation in what I listen to and what meal I'm cooking. Breakfast tends to be Etta James or Billie Holiday. It generally doesn't stray from either of the two which may be an excuse to procure more from one or the other. (However, I've yet to make breakfast to the extent that I do on Sundays on another day of the week, perhaps my findings are skewed) Supper tends to allow for a wider selection, generally in the rock or rock/blues neck of the woods. Really enjoy Stevie Ray Vaughan or The Killers, maybe even something a little heavier like In Flames. However, there are some anomalies in the way of opera or classical music which don't exactly fit the hard and heavy of rock and roll. Maybe I should take the time to put together something around lunchtime and I can report back as to how that effects the situation.

2. I've gotten exceptionally good at breaking shit. Ever since I started the flintknapping I find myself excelling in snapping pieces or picking out a flake that's already got a crack or 2 within, beneath the surface and it just snaps when I work it. Either way, I'm doing it and that's what counts. Got some really nice nodes of Cobden from MCT (aka Redbeard) after Thanksgiving. The ball shape of the nodes really lends to the manufacture of blades.

3. Found poetry. Somehow it feels lazy, it feels kind of like cheating, but dammit, I haven't written in a while and this really helped. I found this picture

while looking for information on Deathcab for Cutie's new album (well, new in Augustish) and spent some time trying to figure out where the quote came from. It's not exactly a direct quote, but kind of a bastardization of a line from A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson. Anywho, I remembered the subject of found poetry from poetry classes I'd taken while working on my degree (did I mention I have an English Degree?) and thought I'd try my hand at breaking this down.

The Nature of Being Human

"and when we touch
we're not really
touching

if our atoms did not repel
one another
we'd pass through
eachother

like galaxies,
unscathed"

This is what I came up with and have been playing around with images and words (not to be confused with Images and Words) I've found on the intarwebs ever since. Well, not just the internet but also in the real world. I wrote something at Walmart while waiting for V to pick me up after we got separated at work and she went back to the lab and I stayed in the field (maybe I'll post a Christmas note and put that in there).

Well, breakfast is ready here. I've thrown enough information at you for now. Check out A Warm Place by Nine Inch Nails (just happened to be playing while I typed this and V wrapped Christmas presents). Stay warm.