The Last Ten

So I had waited patiently for the last ten episodes of Battlestar Galactica to unravel - & yesterday I started watching them. The episode back from the hiatus was truly brilliant - with a dark monkey on its back throughout. I kinda knew Dualla was going to blow he head off... there is this one scene when she comes back to the landed crafts on the wrecked earth... I thought she was going to pull her gun and do it right there.

Interesting discovery: In the 1978 original Battlestar Galactica - there was a character named... yes... Dr. Salik.

Jeez.

So I've seen two of the last ten. I'm going steady 'coz I don't really want it to end. But it has ended. Can't help imagining how much props they had to auction. I think they sold them in Pasadena.

Oh well.

Spin your head around these tunes then:
Kathleen Edwards - Goodnight California
Alanis Morissette - Tapes

Discreet Criminals

In the beginning of any conversation, or song, or journey, or phone-call, or visit; there always is this moment that crystallizes away from all subsequent ones. The one laden with the sensual weight of both hesitation & haste... where you know what comes next will carry gravity enough to centrifuge your self. Or the other.

That moment is universal & shared & whored, yet is personal, private & indiscriminately intimate. Like the back-board of your closet against which you press your secrets. Covered by the barrage of fabric twisted and turned intricate by collapsing blows of discreet criminality. The one that peers through all of our souls, and gazes endlessly out of your offending eyes.

That moment is what I try to marinate my words & songs into.

Fin.

p.s. trying out the new mp3 player i embedded. These tracks remain on heavy rotation in my car these days:
The Stills - Everything I Build
Jack's Mannequin - Cell Phone
Sparkadia - Too Much To Do