Sheesh,
If your going to be introspective, howzabout a little less morose and tickle your maudlin side a bit. Knowing you the way that I do, I would think that “Good Times” or “When I Was Young” pretty much sum up your existence when you were bopping those teenys. The dreams of youth are the regrets of maturity is so much codswallop.
Or Dylan: “But I was so much older then / I’m younger than that now.”
Or maybe Roger Waters: “The memories of a man in his old age / Are the deeds of a man in his prime / You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom / And talk to yourself as you die.”
It’s the programmer in me: every last variable has to be accounted for before I can compile.
Coincidentally, as that posted, the following came up on the “It is written” section of the sidebar:
“I now know that if you describe things as better as they are, you are considered to be romantic; if you describe things as worse than they are, you are called a realist; and if you describe things exactly as they are, you are called a satirist.” — Quentin Crisp
"I haven't the faintest notion as to what Dustbury is; and even less notion as to what functional purpose Dustbury serves. The words 'Dustbury' and 'psychopathia' seem invariably conjoined."
paulsmos »
1 January 2009 · 10:25 am
Sheesh,
If your going to be introspective, howzabout a little less morose and tickle your maudlin side a bit. Knowing you the way that I do, I would think that “Good Times” or “When I Was Young” pretty much sum up your existence when you were bopping those teenys. The dreams of youth are the regrets of maturity is so much codswallop.
CGHill »
1 January 2009 · 10:52 am
Or Dylan: “But I was so much older then / I’m younger than that now.”
Or maybe Roger Waters: “The memories of a man in his old age / Are the deeds of a man in his prime / You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom / And talk to yourself as you die.”
It’s the programmer in me: every last variable has to be accounted for before I can compile.
CGHill »
1 January 2009 · 10:54 am
Coincidentally, as that posted, the following came up on the “It is written” section of the sidebar:
“I now know that if you describe things as better as they are, you are considered to be romantic; if you describe things as worse than they are, you are called a realist; and if you describe things exactly as they are, you are called a satirist.” — Quentin Crisp