Poem lifted from my weekend reading

Is it so small a thing, To have enjoyed the sun,
To have lived light in the Spring,
To have loved, to have thought, to have done;
To have advanced true friends, and beat down baffling foes-
That we must feign a bliss Of doubtful future date
And while we dream of this, Lose all our present state,
And relegate to worlds...yet distant our repose?

Matthew Arnold, Empedocles on Etna (1853)

Back!

Ok.. so I haven't been updating this blog as much as I would have liked too, given the circumstances in my absence, but here's a NEW! update.

Current song playing on my itunes? Modest Mouse's Float On.

Its such a campy happy uplifting song for a shitty day.

"And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on any way well"

Brings a smile to my sorry face.