Every step of the way, we walk a line...

Beware the ides of March

Every step of the way, we walk a line
Your days are numbered, so are mine
Time is pilling up, we struggle and we scrape
All boxed in, nowhere to escape.

But I'll wait for something more, 'cause I gotta have faith

Well, because it's apparently Pi Day (3/14--get it?), I thought I'd mention another Pi...

<--this one, here--the one named after a pool. Now, I picked up this book because I really like the cover... mostly. Actually, I'd seen it for a few months (maybe a year), and had heard that it was rather good. And it is.

Upon finishing the book, I needed to talk to someone about it. Not so much wanted to, but needed to. Mostly because of how it ends (yes--you need to read through the whole thing to get it, and, if you've not read it, trust me, it can try your patience).

Anyways, this book about a young Indian boy who spends the better part of the book adrift in the blue Pacific Ocean on a white lifeboat with an orange tiger (hence the cover). As I've explained to some, this book makes me look at the notion of faith.

Not "Faith" of the Buffyverse, or even George Michael's variant--why would I ever question those??? Actually they might refer closer than I'm thinking... but I digress. No, more so the notion of faith as in any belief... and not necessarily in terms of religion.

Actually the brilliant thing to me about the book is that it transfers a religious-type-faith to a non-religious topic, while also addressing religion (there's symbolism in all those colors, apparently).

Anyways, it's interesting for me, as someone who does not brook much religion.... On that note, I should be getting on to some other writing.

I wish I was in Tijuana--eating barbequed iguana

So, I'm sitting in Bennigan's this afternoon, finishing up lunch, when over the piped-in 80's music comes Wall of Voodoo's "Mexican Radio".

Ever had a song that can just take you back somewhere? Mexican Radio is one of the songs that can do that for me... back to 2 weeks spent in a training camp in Colorado Springs, and the incessant need of Harvey, one of the coaches on the trip, to play the song--burning it into my mind, and probably the rest of the group there.

A good memory, and a good one to have after this morning, when I mistook "parking issue" to mean there might just be competition for parking rather than their would be no parking.

Oh well... time to work on the tax return.


I dial it in and tune the station
They talk about the U.S. inflation
I understand just a little
No comprende, it's a riddle

World's on fire, it's more than I can handle...

In true American commercialization-fashion, Universal Studios Orlando has a Mardi Gras celebration extending completely through Lent; kinda missing the point of why Mardi Gras is what it is... (at least in New Orleans, everything stops with Lent--literally at midnight on Ash Wednesday).

But, hey, it ends on Earth Day, so that's cool.


I watch the heavens, but I find no calling
Something I can do to change what's coming

Time is like a clock in my heart

Ah, such a fun weekend--not. But atleast I've found out where Viggo Mortensen went to school.

Oh, and it's Oscar night! I wanna hear Dolly sing her song... tho if it's like last year, they'll have Beyoncé singing it, instead. (and that would, again, be tragic--maybe they'll let Minnie Driver sing this year???)


Because time won't give me time
And time makes lovers feel
Like they've got something real
But you and me we know
They've got nothing but time
And time won't give me time... won't give me time