subject to change.

I want to preface this with a quote.

"I don't get people that blog. I just don't understand it."

Someone said this to me the other day. He was talking about how self absorbed and pretentious a lot of people tend to get when they blog, and I agree. So I'm going to start this off by saying if you're looking for that giddy feeling you get when you read blogs like you're sneaking a peek at someone's diary- you're in the wrong place. I'm going to be mostly rambling and linking to random and obscure music and other things. I will keep the self absorption to a minimum.

That being said.

It's 12:00 and I'm supposed to be doing a poetry response. I can't get around to it, and I'm thinking of how much more promising the prospect of writing an essay on a poem would be if I were responding to poetry that I actually enjoyed. I constantly listen to both Andrea Gibson and Glenis Redmond in my car. They both are excellent in the way they form words to create not only art, but a message. I keep running across friends that have never heard of Gibson and subsequently forcing them to listen to "Dive". I told Haley Walter that if everyone listened to it just once, the world would be a better place. Maybe this is idealistic. Maybe it is dramatic. Maybe it is both. I digress. Either way, the way Gibson crafts her words will really work its way into your ribcage and pull at your heartstrings. So please enjoy; I'll link you up and you can hear some incredible lyric action while I'm writing about blackberries in the wilderness or whatever Hargrave has decided would be best this week.



also, check out Glenis Redmond if you're looking for something with a little more soul.