Lovely day today. Swap Meet in Goleta (just outside Santa Barbara), then a trip to Fry’s in Oxnard. Lovely day.
Lyrics of the day, via an ancient mix tape by my friend Erin:
Cemetery Gates, by The Smiths
A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
While Wilde is on mineSo we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people all those lives
Where are they now?
With loves, with hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died
Which seems so unfair
And I want to cry
