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May 31, 2005

My God, I'm sorry.

I truly am.
I didn't mean that.

When I saw you there
I mean, I won't deny it scared me at first-
but then I could breathe again,
then I could see you for what you are

I felt compassion. I felt understanding.
I wanted to do my part in contributing to existential harmony.
But I failed.

To you, I am a merciless killer.
I am a twisted mind to be feared, escaped.
I am the ruiner of lives. Stealer of souls!

Posted by kati at 11:30 PM

May 29, 2005

Stop, thief!

You put money in my purse!
You sneak!
I just found it...

Actually, it made me feel like a bit of a floozie (sp)
(Is there a generally accepted way to spell that word?)
But I am not easily bought; that I assure you.

Posted by kati at 12:20 AM

May 26, 2005


Ben Folds' new album, Songs for Silverman,
is peppered with the haunting and heartbreaking melodies
that are his signature trait.
It's hard to listen to at times, but beautiful.

I thought his tribute to Elliott Smith was very moving:

Under some dirty words,
On a dirty wall,
Eating take-out by myself.
I played the shows,
Got back in the van and put the walkman on,
And you were playing

In some other dive a thousand miles away
I played a thousand times before
And like pathetic stars
The truck stops and the rock club walls-
I always knew
You saw them too,
But you never will again.

It's too late.
Don't you know
It's been too late for a long time.

Elliott, man you played a fine guitar,
And some dirty basketball.
The songs you wrote
Got me through a lot,
Just wanna tell you that.

But it's too late.
It's too late.
No, don't you know
it's been too late
for a long time.

Oh, no
Things were looking up,
Least that's what I heard.
Oh, no
Someone came and washed away
your hard-earned peace of mind.

When desperate static beats the silence up
A quiet truth to calm you down.
The songs you wrote
Got me through a lot,
Just wanna tell you that.

But it's too late.
It's too late.
No, don't you know
It's been too late
For a long time.
It's too late.
It's too late.
No, don't you know
It's been too late
For a long time.

Posted by kati at 04:13 PM

May 25, 2005

Intention to Escape from Him

I think I will learn some beautiful language, useless for
commercial purposes, work hard at that.
I think I will learn the Latin name of every songbird, not only
in America but wherever they sing.
(Shun meditation, though; invite the controvertial:
Is the world flat? Do bats eat cats?)
By digging hard I might deflect
that river, my mind, that uncontrollable thing,
Turgid and yellow, strong to overflow its banks in spring,
carrying away bridges;
A bed of pebbles now, through which there trickles one clear narrow
stream, following a course henceforth nefast-

Dig, dig; and if I come to ledges, blast.

- Edna St. Vincent Millay

Posted by kati at 12:05 AM

May 22, 2005

For Dave and Katie Vigil

Dearest Vigils,

Happy birthday to you!
I am extremely saddened that I could not scavenge or cavhort in celebration of the event, as I had hoped to.
A certain mutiny of electronics hamstrung my weekend plans.

I love you both, and Davis awaits should you ever desire to enrich it with your presence.

Kati V. (the other one)

Posted by kati at 10:44 PM

Salve me fons piatatus

This evening as I chewed on my bottom lip, determined to accomplish at least a few of way-too-many immediate tasks at hand, I put on some music to help me focus.

It was Mozart's unfinished "Requiem in D Minor"
(perhaps not focusing music for all, but still...)

This had been the piece I sang with my high school Concert Choir
-"Concert" meaning extra special in this instance, you see-
in New York's much renowned Carnegie Hall.
Yes yes, all that. Conducted by an extremely eccentric, mad-scientist-esque British man. It was a hoot.

Up until then, though, it was 90 pages of Latin and crazy harmonies,
and it took us 4 months to learn.
But this evening, while working on my paper and with no words or music available, I was able to sing about 80% of the Alto line (my part, of course) from memory.

It felt good. I had a moment of, "oh my god, that was Carnegie Hall! Why don't you remember that better?!"
Oh well. It did happen. I know that much.
And it's a very beautiful piece of music.
Thanks Wolfgang.

Posted by kati at 12:14 AM

May 10, 2005

Dog was Star

There you are, you cheeky monkey!

Perhaps you thought I wouldn't notice you here,
(sneaking around with that smirk on your face)
or perhaps you knew better.
I smelled you out, by the unmistakable aroma
of your phrases.

You, too, live on in my imagination,
and the fondness of my reality.
The finest of guilty pleasures are those frought with innocence.
If you can forgive my naÃvetà for just a moment.

But all kidding aside;
I welcomed the fragrance back into my memory
like that of baking cookies, or the roses in my mother's garden.
In the metaphorical sense, I am also one of those roses.

So, won't you be my neighbor?

Posted by kati at 10:02 PM

May 01, 2005

Rub a Dub Dub

At a White House Press Correspondents dinner last night, Laura Bush stages a mock-interruption of the president's speech, and takes a few shots at her husband.

I was impressed by the pointedness of her remarks.
Dubya looked like he was pissed but trying to play it off.

Some highlights:

"George and I are complete opposites.
I'm quiet, he's talkative,
I'm introverted, he's extroverted,
I can pronounce the word nuclear....

"I used to work as a librarian, and spent 10-12 hours a day in the library. Somehow, I met George.

"I'm married to the President of the United States.
Here's a typical evening:
9pm - Mr. Excitement there is sound asleep.
And I'm watching Desperate Housewives. With Lynn Cheney.
I told him 'if you want to wipe out tyranny, you're going to have to stay up later.'

"People ask me what it's like to be up there at Kennebunkport with the whole bush clan. Let me just say this-
First prize: 3 day vacation with the Bush family.
Second prize: 10 days."

I like when John Stewart says it, I like when Laura Bush says it.
I like it being replayed on the news.

Posted by kati at 01:26 PM