( I don't think Chicago's the one who needs to learn a bit about Morocco... )

This owl's name is George.

This is the requisite post to acknowledge my lack of recent posts.

Next Friday will be my last day of working the 40-hour week, so hopefully I'll have more energy to write at that point.

Until then, I will say only this, in mumbled capslessness:
- i love my job
- i love my drugs
- i just found out i don't have to work tomorrow so i'm happy
- tomorrow the band is going to rock the house
- tomorrow night i'm handling the box office for jacques brel
- sunday we will clean the house and then go away so that other people can come
- monday night is movie night (fellini's satyricon)

P.S. Today my mom stood in line for lunch next to Richard Gere! They were both at a Buddhist center listening to the teachings of a Tibetan monk. It's a small world and all that.

P.P.S. Now it really is time for bed. Sometimes I, like corn, just need to lie the fuck down.

...I'm too tired. So I am only posting to refer any interested readers to my newly rejuvenated Twitter account, under the username jinxlerai, where I try to keep a more regular and straight-forward account of my activities in life. Here at LiveJournal, however, you will continue to find only the edge of sanity.

I keep myself ORGANIZED, bitches.

Just got back from a concert, going West tomorrow. My life has been remarkably busy lately.

- bin aus Blei, should be sleeping or studying but am not;
- achieved a depressing amount today (a checked-off to-do list is a sign of a wasted life);
- my baby is fast asleep next to me, and it's only getting later;
- today in the mail I received the life and times of Einstein (I love getting free books);
- listening to the folks from Le Journal Français talking about Michael Jackson's autopsy;
- clipped the poodle today and he now looks much poodlier;
- also gave the cats medicine and managed to avoid getting wounded too badly this time;
- had a grand total of 30 minutes alone today, and feel slightly insane as a result;
- yet again I realize I am the most anti-social person I know.

Problem: To carry out the self-inspection of the Ego.
Solution: It is carried out immediately.
- C. F. Krause

Just got home from the bookstore. I do love bookstores. I bought so many books.

- "Die Harzreise" by Heinrich Heine (this is one of my favorite novellas!)
- "La cantatrice chauve" by Eugène Ionesco (this is one of my favorite plays!)
- "Notturno indiano" by Antonio Tabucchi (I know nothing about this book!)
- "Letture varie" (an Italian reader!)
- "Friedrich Schiller: Briefe" (the letters of Schiller!)
- "An Introductory Portuguese Grammar" by Edwin B. Williams (I need to learn to talk to my aunt!)
- "Persian Grammar" by A.K.S. Lambton (a Persian grammar!)
- "Pegasus lächelt" (a collection of German literature by various authors!)
- "Wheelock's Latin" by Frederic M. Wheelock (the ultimate Latin text!)

And there was a concert Saturday and a post-concert party Sunday, with lots of singing at both, and the awesome Karla was here all weekend, and I can breathe pretty well at the moment, so life is good.

Now it's time to go ling it up.

Here are the instructions: "Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 15 people you like and include me. Try not to repeat a song title. It's harder than you think."

Excuse me? "It's harder than you think"? Ahem:


Pick Your Artist: U2


Are you male or female:
A Man and a Woman

Describe yourself:
Tryin' to Throw Your Arms Around the World

How do you feel about yourself:
I'll Go Crazy If I Don't Go Crazy Tonight

Describe where you currently live:
Stranger in a Strange Land

If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
Heartland

Your favorite form of transportation:
Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses?

Your best friend is:
God Part II

Your favorite color is:
Ultra Violet

What's the weather like:
Electrical Storm

Favorite time of day:
11 O'Clock Tick Tock

If your life was a tv show, what would it be called:
Zoo Station

What is life to you:
Like a Song

What is the best advice you have to give:
Get On Your Boots

If you could change your name, what would it be:
Scarlet

Your favorite food is:
Crumbs From Your Table

Thought for the Day:
Love and Peace Or Else

How I would like to die:
With a Shout

My soul's present condition:
Even Better Than the Real Thing

The faults I can bear:
Mysterious Ways

My motto:
Is That All?

droll
  /droʊl/ [drohl] adjective, -er, -est, noun, verb

–adjective
1. amusing in an odd way; whimsically humorous; waggish.
–noun
2. a droll person; jester; wag.
–verb (used without object)
3. Archaic. to jest; joke.
Origin:
1615–25; < MF drolle pleasant rascal < MD drol a fat little man

Related forms:
drollness, noun
drolly, adverb

Synonyms:
1. diverting, odd, witty. See amusing. 2, 3. clown.

Antonyms:
1. serious.

droll (drōl)
adj. droll·er, droll·est
Amusingly odd or whimsically comical.
n. Archaic
A buffoon.

[French drôle, buffoon, droll, from Old French drolle, bon vivant, possibly from Middle Dutch drol, goblin.]
droll'ness n., drol'ly adv.

droll
1623, from Fr. drole "odd, comical, funny" (1584), in M.Fr. a noun meaning "a merry fellow," possibly from M.Du. drol "fat little fellow, goblin," or M.H.G. trolle "clown," ult. from O.N. troll "giant, troll" (see troll (n.))

droll
short comic scene or farce adapted from an existing play or created by actors, performed in England during the period of the Civil Wars and the Commonwealth (1642-60) while the London theatres were closed down by the Puritans. Because stage plays were prohibited at this time, actors developed other, shorter means of entertainment to circumvent the restrictions, performing drolls in inns and at fairs on improvised stages

( The capitals of Africa, folks. )

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