"It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to..." - Lesley Gore

It's my blog, and I'll blog what I want to...

I don't know if you've noticed some of my "obsessions." Dylan, death, transcendance...lately I've discovered a new chord inside...a deep, blue, resonant chord of sadness. It's amazing. I didn't know it was there, waiting to be strummed...

I guess it's all part of the "human condition." This condition seems serious, precarious, and sort of ridiculous. None of it "makes sense," and really, maybe trying to make sense is a fool's occupation.

It's my (your) party - and when does it start, and who's coming over and what are we gonna play?