April 12, 2011 – Song 159

I had to take myself an olde fashioned brain break.

And on that note, what dillhole lined Tax Day up with Record Store Day?

Thanks buddy!

Spice Farm, Part Deux, OTW. Song 159.

But for tonight, let’s all just fall asleep to this jam instead.

Trust me, you’ll like it. That is, if you appreciate Comedy Gold.

I mean, who doesn’t want to watch Sting hoppin around a Gerhard Richter painting in his PJs? Has the whole world gone insane?

•••••••

‘It’s very good jam,’ said the Queen.

‘Well, I don’t want any TO-DAY, at any rate.’

‘You couldn’t have it if you DID want it,’ the Queen said. ‘The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday–but never jam to-day.’

‘It MUST come sometimes to “jam to-day,”‘ Alice objected.

‘No, it can’t,’ said the Queen. ‘It’s jam every OTHER day: to-day isn’t any OTHER day, you know.’

‘I don’t understand you,’ said Alice. ‘It’s dreadfully confusing!’

‘That’s the effect of living backwards,’ the Queen said kindly: ‘it always makes one a little giddy at first–‘

‘Living backwards!’ Alice repeated in great astonishment. ‘I never heard of such a thing!’

‘–but there’s one great advantage in it, that one’s memory works both ways.’

‘I’m sure MINE only works one way,’ Alice remarked. ‘I can’t remember things before they happen.’

‘It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,’ the Queen remarked.

•••••••

FTTASI (For Those That Are So Inclined)

Synchronicity I

Go to the new Modern Wing at the Art Institute of Chicago.
This is there. And you can look at it in person. Screw the Internet.
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