Just a few examples… I should make a mix of those songs.

Song About The Moon – Paul Simon
The laughing boy he laughed so hard
He fell down from his place
The lauging girl she laughed so hard
The tears rolled down her face

Cultivate – Rachael Sage
It isn’t fair that the only thing I
Need’s what I don’t have
And it cracks you up that I’m oh so sad

Under My Skin – Rachel Yamagata
Would you please come out from under my skin
Cause I can’t begin this yet
And I don’t know what my intentions are here
Speaking in a different tongue

Alan Bean – Stina Nordenstam
Cause it’s hard to return from a trip to the moon
It’s not a game to return from a trip to the moon

Pixie – Ani diFranco
So, just suck up,
Suck up
And be nice.

The Ballad of Tom Jones – Space w/ Cerys Matthews
You stopped us from hating each other
(Tom Jones, Tom Jones)
You’ll never know but you saved our lives

Daybreaker – Beth Orton
We’re doing fine now
Yeah, we do
We don’t feel sad or bad or blue

Mr E’s Beautiful Blues – Eels
Goddamn right
It’s a beautiful day

Believe me, I know.

My 25th birthday is coming close, so I was thinking about what I learned in those last 25 years and here’s what I came up with:
1. People are stupid.
2. I am too nice.

Sorry, it’s not more right now.

Here’s how you learn it in school: you use the „is-going-to-future“ if you are planning to do something or have the power to decide about something in the future and you use the „will-future“ if something is more or less going to happen without you being able to do a lot about it.

Okay, that’s not the whole of rules, but it’s what I remember best, aside from the very special rule „Use what sounds better“, which works amazingly often.

So, when I say „I Will Watch Too Much TV“ you realize that I can’t really do a lot about it, eh? The grammar tells you.

And just so you know how terribly busy I will be starting this fall. I should get extra-holiday from my boss. I mean it’s like I’m doing this for fun or that I have a real choice in the matter or something like this.

This is what I’ll be watching, returning shows only…

Arrested Development (And you should, too.)
Charmed (I don’t know why… I just have to watch it.)
Desperate Housewives (It’s kind of overrated and everyone’s watching it, even here for god’s sake, but who am I not to?)
House (Quoting Space Suitcase on Hugh Laurie: youza!)
Lost (Maybe they will answer some of the questions they raised. I haven’t given up yet.)
Smallville (Oh, come on. You watch it, too. Or thought about it at least.)
Veronica Mars (Hell, yes!)

And that’s not counting what I watch in-between on DVD or any of the new shows premiering. I will come to those later… now I have to go to bed, because my husband says my stuffed toy rabbit is crying because I’m not there. Yes, we’re about four years old.

Betty said she prayed today
For the sky to blow away
Or maybe stay
She wasn’t sure.

Nick Drake – River Man

I can’t believe I already lost on this year’s „Guess-the-TWoP-new-season-lineup“-contest. There were 100 $ worth of Glarkware in it, you know… things I desperately need. And now I’m out.
Because of Denise Richards… in a way. So I blame Denise. I have to blame someone and blaming her even makes sense from a very screwed-up point of view.

I will dream of chasing five beautiful shirts flying away, always an eensy-weensy bit ahead of me. I will never get them. Not this year, anyway.

I’m having very vivid dreams recently. This night I had kind of a nightmare about how several uncles and aunts of mine were killed when their plane exploded (I think it didn’t crash, but exploded right in the air) and I was just so sad and crying all the time and not willing to believe it. Then we (my husband and I) were in a plane ourselves, but all the luggage was just stuffed in the back and there was a hole in the ground where you could get in and out via some strange sort of rope or ladder and there was this guy who hated me for whatever reason and didn’t help me at all when I wanted to get in although I somehow managed. I think he was Dr. Kelso from Scrubs, which is a serious and disturbing sign of my recent obsession with Scrubs. I don’t remember much about the flight, but I do remember that we finally landed and I think then the dream was over.

Late this afternoon I took a three-hour nap, which is scary enough. How can I sleep so long in the afternoon when I didn’t get up until 10 am in the morning. Well, whatever.
So, I remember I went with my mother to the bank where she wanted to talk about something. I think I left for some while and didn’t know what she wanted to talk about and somehow in the course of the dream I learned that she got enough money together to buy a new house. She kept talking about „that yellow house“ and I tried to make her tell me where it was supposed to be and asked about several neighborhoods until she said that it had a great view on the river and then I knew where it was. It was supposed to be a big old house and for some reason I knew that I was going to live there, too, though I can’t really tell whether it was alone with her or with my parents and my husband, it was just clear that I was moving there, too. I also don’t know what was happening to my parents‘ old house, but the location and the house somehow were really great, so I got excited, too and checked it out on my bike.
I think it’s always strange when you remember tiny details from your dream, but are only fuzzy about the big picture. Most of the neighborhoods I asked my mother about really exist, though the one that turned out to be the right one doesn’t exist at all. It seemed fairly familiar though, so I can’t help but thinking that I might have dreamed about it before.

So, what’s wrong with me? You got the material, go ahead and analyze. And don’t get too fixed on the Dr. Kelso detail. It probably means that I watch too much TV and we all know that.

I will take this opportunity and thank my Caitlin and Srah for all the music they provided me with recently and not-so-recently.

Here are the highlights of the evening:

Over The Rhine, of course I must feel an immediate with that band, just for its name, but luckily it doesn’t stop there. I love „If Nothing Else“, which both my husband and I agree sounds a bit like that one Catie Curtis song.
Kim Richey’s „A Place Called Home“ and Jen Porter’s „Takin‘ Charge Today“ which I only recently listened closely to and wondered how I could have missed them for so long.
The rediscovery of They Might Be Giants with the fantastic „Man It’s So Loud In Here“ which has become one of my favorite songs to listen to when I ride my bike to (or from) work and the reminder of the fabulousness of Space with „Female of the Species“. Although „The Ballad of Tom Jones“ is still my favorite.
Ani, oh Ani. I never really got into Ani diFranco. Maybe because the vast amount of records always scared me and I couldn’t decide where to start. That’s why I’m so thankful that Caitlin sent me a compilation of great Ani songs and now I can’t believe how I could’ve missed that all these years. „What If No-one’s Watching“? „Dilate“? „Untouchable Face“? „Little Plastic Castles“? „Pixie“? „Swing“? „School Night“? Great, great, great, great, great, great, great!
And Patty Griffin? The same goes here. I can only excuse it by saying that maybe the songs I knew before weren’t the best ones to get you pine for more. Because „Let Him Fly“ and „Time Will Do The Talking“ and „Making Pies“ and „Useless Desires“? Love ‚em all.
So, do you need my explanation for my growing adoration for Kirsty MacColl? Yeah, I thought so.

As I can be a slow listener sometimes I still haven’t checked out all the songs yet and haven’t at all gotten around to Indigo Girls, so if there’s something missing, don’t be worried. It might happen in time.

Zach Braff is cute.

… can someone please find out whether it’s Ani DiFranco or Ani Difranco or Ani di Franco or what? Because I like to write people’s names right.

… can someone please tell the world that Sarah McLachlan is not spelled Sarah McLaughlin? Never. I don’t know who started it, but they need to be punished. Or at least publicly humiliated. Which is a kind of being punished.

… can one of your native English speaker’s explain to me the meaning of the idiom „This-or-that is a four letter word“? Because I can’t make any sense of it and am pining for some enlightenment.

C’mon, tell me.

The thought that life could be better
Is woven indelibly
Into our hearts
And our brains

Paul Simon – Train in the Distance