Spirits make laugh at us lots.

[kiya]

Right. Spent chunks of the evening seriously overloading my cope. At one point, in the middle of a round of manic pacing, I threw the thought at the music list, "Okay, now what?" It responded by playing "Ground". Er, right, that would be a good idea. So I sat. ("Be still, though chaos reigns around you now".) And I did Ha prayer. ("Close your eyes. Try to breathe.") And I laughed at myself a bit.

Verdict on Nuit oil: It makes me smell like a girl. We are not certain about this. However, the mindwrench that it inflicts on me as a result of this is amusing to play with.

Meanwhile, commentary on the date, though not the day as I have not yet slept:

Then Bridget she declared
That she was not prepared
To watch us dance to the tune of Elsie Marley
She said I'll sing you all a song
And you'll want to sing along
If you listen to the wind that shakes the barley

And the song that she sang
Could be heard for miles around
The air was full of harmony
You should have heard the sound
As we gathered up our differences
And threw them in the air
And gave them to the wind that shakes the barley

--"Harvest of the Moon", Steeleye Span

Comments

[davidgoldfarb.livejournal.com]

I used to follow a folk-rock band here in the Bay Area, now broken up, called Annwn. (Actually, you may know them -- I think they've played at past Pantheacons.) They used to do a song called "Byker Hill" that also mentioned "Elsie Marley" and at the mention, they would break off and do "Elsie Marley" in its entirety...and then come back to "Byker Hill" and finish it.