Blogger is dumb. I ought to start keeping a blogger is dumb tally somewhere of the number of estimated words that it’s eaten. This time i just pressed ‘esc’ with a stray finger and it cleared the blog box. Whatever, we all know it’s got dumb flaws. Better than using live journal, i suppose.
Anyhow, the relevant part of my post was about heat. Heat is such a relative concept… right now there is a heat index of 108 firmly in place for my walk home. So, i’m sure i’ll be hot. But, really, heat isn’t something i especially notice unless it’s pointed out to me. This morning i gave my typical walking backwards tour for an entire hour to a huge group and when i got back i was informed that i was feeling 110 degrees of heat for the entire tour, when in my head i think i figured it was 86 or 92 or some other acceptable test-score number. Really, the difference between my perception and the reality was the same as the difference between 70 and 90, and i’m sure i could tell the difference between those two.
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“Burn” is something of a song of legend around these parts because it was the first thing i ever lost to Blogger’s edit window. I had been fixated on the word “burn” for the entire week and one night at about 3am i started writing and didn’t stop for a half hour and immediately pressed post to immortalize the words i had just wrung out of my subconsious. And, Blogger famously burped and ate my post which i didn’t think to back up. So, “Burn” as it exists right now is an amalgam of the thoughts i had been having at the time, but not the song it’s meant to be … that song is lost to the ether of the internet.
i can feel the heat on the back of my neck like the fires you lit you little arsonist you can’t help it and i know you burn just for show but i’m held back by your heat you know i won’t come any closer// i watched you kindle i’ll watch you burn i watched you kindle now i’ll watch you burn down// i see you light it up again and i smile as you keep burning within i know that you’ll torch every bridge i’ve seen the smoke rise up over the ridge and i can tell your hot for me i see see the pyres in your eyes wouldn’t you love to turn my tempature up to the boiling point of desire// i watched you kindle i’ll watch you burn i watched you kindle now i’ll watch you burn down// i’ll watch you wade out through the ash your hands dirty from what you brought crashing down up to your neck in the soot of the past it isn’t such a blast once you put it out// i watched you kindle i’ll watch you burn i watched you kindle now i’ll watch you burn down/
The last time i posted something like that was in the same archive week during which i met Selina. Moral? Possibly that i should buy a lot of fortune cookies tomorrow and amend “in bed” to them all to make sure they’re giving me an accurate reading.
Evan fixed Blogger’s archive problem. CK’s archives are now all here in the new layout, all viewed in php, and all with functioning permalinks. I will be appearing on the cam with my Blogger mug as soon as it arrives.