Your multilingual business friend
has packed her bags and fled
Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays
and the lipsticked unmade bed
The mirror on reflection
has climbed back upon the wall
has packed her bags and fled
Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays
and the lipsticked unmade bed
The mirror on reflection
has climbed back upon the wall
for the floor she found descended
and the ceiling was too tall
Your trouser cuffs are dirty
and your shoes are laced up wrong
you'd better take off your homburg
'cos your overcoat is too long
-Procol Harum
Jueves
Much to do! No word on a new place yet, but something will turn up. I'm preparing to be gone next week. I teach tomorrow afternoon, Sat afternoon, Sunday from 9-12:30, and then off to Segovia province for this intensive. I dig working a lot and teaching - and the money doesn't suck. At least it's hourly, so if i work extra, i get extra.
Tonight is the last night I'll see Laura, which will be fun but sad. But she'll be back in Oct. Still, odd to see a good friend go.
New Kristen Left on Miercoles, but she was just here two weeks. Stuart leaves Sunday (his friend Dermot is staying with us before they head to Camp) and Kristen leaves on July 3. She too will be back in the fall.
So I will be one of the few left here, one of the few left standing. Isn't it always that way?
The Seester discussed her new theory with me yesterday: That I have been corrupted by Irish my whole life. She came upon this stroke of genius after reading about my adventures with the Martian (Martin Kellyfrom Dublin). She also pointed to my many adventures with my childhood friend, Sean O'Leary.
I have other names to add to the list:
Pat Smith
Pat O'Neill
Kevin Tietjen
Jim Sheridan
James Brahaney
Laura Kelley...
and so on and so on.
And in a direct violation of my lawyer's advice, I feel I most pose the following question;
I am the corrupted or the corruptor?
and the ceiling was too tall
Your trouser cuffs are dirty
and your shoes are laced up wrong
you'd better take off your homburg
'cos your overcoat is too long
-Procol Harum
Jueves
Much to do! No word on a new place yet, but something will turn up. I'm preparing to be gone next week. I teach tomorrow afternoon, Sat afternoon, Sunday from 9-12:30, and then off to Segovia province for this intensive. I dig working a lot and teaching - and the money doesn't suck. At least it's hourly, so if i work extra, i get extra.
Tonight is the last night I'll see Laura, which will be fun but sad. But she'll be back in Oct. Still, odd to see a good friend go.
New Kristen Left on Miercoles, but she was just here two weeks. Stuart leaves Sunday (his friend Dermot is staying with us before they head to Camp) and Kristen leaves on July 3. She too will be back in the fall.
So I will be one of the few left here, one of the few left standing. Isn't it always that way?
The Seester discussed her new theory with me yesterday: That I have been corrupted by Irish my whole life. She came upon this stroke of genius after reading about my adventures with the Martian (Martin Kellyfrom Dublin). She also pointed to my many adventures with my childhood friend, Sean O'Leary.
I have other names to add to the list:
Pat Smith
Pat O'Neill
Kevin Tietjen
Jim Sheridan
James Brahaney
Laura Kelley...
and so on and so on.
And in a direct violation of my lawyer's advice, I feel I most pose the following question;
I am the corrupted or the corruptor?
That is the question. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? The peanut butter or the jelly? The sea or the sky?
As with must things, the answer is probably neither black or white but a shade of gray. All I know is I fucking love the Irish.
As with must things, the answer is probably neither black or white but a shade of gray. All I know is I fucking love the Irish.
For those of you playing along at home, please send your votes, is El Dude the corruptor or the corrupted to krcfjg333@gmail.com
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