pothole hunting

there are more chasms on the streets of london than there are cars. it's ridiculous. i can't drive one block without dodging left and right like luke skywalker through the heart of the deathstar.

but i guess that's kind of like how our days seem to go by sometimes.

ironically, i saw a truck patching holes out front and i thought to myself....what took so long? the sooner the better with these things, it'll be one less hole to dodge every day.

it's strange how life can so often present us with a microcosm of.....life.

i'm thankful for great friends here in london, despite my protestations towards social gatherings. so often it's not about what we want, but what god has in store for us. more often than not, those two are entirely different expectations.

on an unrelated notes, some songs just make you want to cry because they're so well written. for me -- this is one of them:

Poison Oak some boyhood bravery.
when the telephone was a tin can on a string.
and I fell asleep with you still talking to me.
you said you weren't afraid to die.

In polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes.
were you made ashamed whyd you lock them in the drawer.

And I don't think that I ever loved you more.
Than when you turned away.
When you slammed the door.
When you stole the car drove towards Mexico.
And you wrote bad checks just to fill your arm.
I was young then I still believed in war.

But let the poets cry themselves to sleep.
and all their tearful words would turn back into steam.
me Im a single cell on a serpents tongue.
and theres a muddy field where a garden was
and I'm glad you got away.
but I'm still stuck out hear.
my clothes are soaking wet from your brothers tears.

And I never thought this life was possible.
You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for.

The end of paralysis I was a statuette
Now I'm drunk as hell on a piano bench,
And when I press the keys it all gets reversed.
The sound of lonliness makes me happier.

- bright eyes (poison oak)

that last verse is.....just....

wow.