Futile Horn

05.26.2003 - 3:00 am (the forest of the troubadors)

Sigh, both Perseus and it's mirror site is down. It has all my notes for my Latin reading. I was in the bookstore the other day and they had a hardcopy of the notes I was using online and I almost bought it, but I thought, I only look at these for a moment or two, and after I've read the poem, let me just get some Greek texts instead. Now I am noteless.

I was watching tv today and I heard some strange sounds coming from somewhere in the room. After a few minutes investigation, I found I had something alive and straping inside a empty beer can I had left about. I put some paper towel over the mouth of the can, and I was going to dispose of it, but for some reason I had to check a few more times that it was actually in there, so I shook it violently until whatever it was scurried out. I sort of had it trapped between the paper towel and the can, but not too securely, and it took me a while to figure out how to open the front door without unleashing whatever it was back into my apartment. Somedays I am such a tool.

Last night five of us went to the bar. I suggested a pool as to how many songs in would the band play "Browneyed Girl" which no one wanted any part of -- that is, until it seemed clear enough that the band wouldn't play that sort of song, then suddenly everyone wanted in, so we had money on the table for the course of the night. Someone suggested that we grab some guitars and go play in the park for a while. I believe I had the swing vote on the issue, so we went. It was one of those scenarios that I suspected would only be fun drunk, because my friends only want to play the songs I make fun of the cover bands for playing. Sometime last night I believe I learned the chords to "Hotel California". This morning I had forgotten most of them. I know I could always just look them up online but... why?

Andrew tried to unload his guitar off me which he purchased compulsively off Tom who had purchased it compulsively shortly before. Andrew offered me it for $50, which I told him I couldn't refuse. I think Andrea talked me up to $60 if the case came with it, and I told them if they called me when I was sober and near a cash machine it was a done deal. Sadly I haven't heard anything yet. My current guitar has become a source of pride for me, because like Odysses' bow, only its master has enough strength or skill to use it. Nevertheless, I really should own a more playable acoustic in the near future.

The unfortunate thing about this guitar is that it is bright red, and with all the green I wear, it will always be Christmas when I play it.

Born to play the funky céilí,
Futile Horn