Cor mio,deh,non piangete

My vision has gotten blurrier; guess I'll have to go to the eye doctor at some point. It's been years and years since I've had to do anything about it. Maybe finally I'll start wearing contacts. Stay tuned!

I started reading Don Quixote a few days ago and have been enjoying it more than I anticipated. It's a giant tome, so it may be a while until I finish. Not that you care. Or do you? Hmm....

I've been debating whether to start reading the new book on the Dyatlov Pass incident, Dead Mountain, or Stanton Friedman's book Captured! about the country's first reported UFO abduction by Betty and Barney Hill back in 1964 or thereabouts. I've spent all day mulling which one to read; might have to throw a third book into the mix to make things more interesting.

Life rolls on and there are times I really want to stop the ride, but they are brief and don't hold sway. Ah, it happens. Look, I knew what I was getting into when I signed up for this trip. Or did I? Hmm....

You do what you can. I hoped to get more lyric writing done this weekend, but it hasn't happened. However, I did flesh out some songs and made a list of the ones (too many!) that need lyrics. I was talking to Spira about the writing process and she was surprised at how painstaking it often is for me. Maybe if I stopped whining about it so much, it would come easier. Yeah, maybe.

I was making breakfast the other morning and Fred came out of his room accompanied by a pungent odor that recalled old cheese and unorthodox Middle Eastern cooking. It was such a thick aroma, I had to suppress the urge to vomit in the sink. Whew! The smell filled the rest of the downstairs and remained there for most of the day. Fortunately, this type of thing seldom occurs, otherwise I'd have to invest in a Hazmat suit. Or something. Anyway, I don't mean to portray Fred in an unflattering way, but what happened needed to be documented in the interest of science.

I'm not going to lie to you, I've been watching Hell's Kitchen. I think I'm ready to move on, though; you kind of get the idea early on how it's going to go. I just love watching Chef Ramsey yell at people. He has perhaps the best scowl I've ever seen. It's classic.

Listening to some Gesualdo madrigals; so haunting and lovely. I'm still absorbing Einstein On The Beach. Sometimes I am in tune with it, other times it's too frantic and unsettling. Kind of mirrors my relationship with Billy.

 The desire to be sensual, to engage in carnal actions with a lovely lady is palpable. Might have to put out an APB or some shit. At the very least, I'll view some porn to slake the desire.

Okay, lovers, it's time to wrap this up. I'm thinking Captured! may be the book I'll get, but who knows. I'll let you know how it turns out.

Update: A third book, Errol Morris's The Trials of Jeffrey Macdonald, entered the fray and won out. It was a close call but this book had more appeal particularly because I'm a fan of Errol Morris and have had an interest in the MacDonald case for some time. Let's see how it goes. 

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