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god (and, possibly, brian wilson) know(s) why this is so important RIGHT NOW, but yo nate–i can’t remember: was it “mercy street” or “here comes the flood”? (almost every neuron is going for “flood”).
Here Comes the Flood. Stranded starfish and all that.
ok good–i _thought_ i knew it but it’s all getting fuzzy.
what someone said to me last night: “i absolutely cannot stand elvis costello, and i have no idea why anybody likes him.” how do people get to such a junction?!
Yikes.
The older I get, the less angry I get at such dingleberries, and the more I embrace the idea that there’s no accounting for tastes. I don’t understand it either, but I’m getting tired of giving a fuck. Still, had it been said to me, I probably would have quivered for a few minutes at least.
It is getting fuzzy, isn’t it? It’s moved from desperately urgent to, what, historical? Pleasantly nostalgic? It’s other, at any rate.
i know, i think i’m tired, too. once upon a time, i guess, i woulda explained why they might make their mistake and why they really need to rethink everything. what i said, “oh, that’s pretty much unbelievable” or something similar that only *almost* makes sense.
what i’ve noticed is that all the funny shit that has happened doesn’t get as fuzzy as the other stuff. i ate dinner with beckjay the other night (i’m not even trying to brag!) and there were a couple random atherton happenings that were still fucking hilarious. like how west halls people would throw snowballs at the windows and write “nerd” in the snow.