If you don't know Brillig or read her blog, I highly recommend that you leave here immediately and do so. She's a brilliant writer and the star of a fascinating life. And I'm flattered that she has lended me a moment of her time, and even more so for this rockin award. Thank you dear Brillig. I sorely need to feel like I rock right now!
I'm trapsing through this thing that is change, and I must say that I have not a clue as to who I am or what the hell I am doing at the moment. If I were to follow along the string of consciousness that is currently running through my mind, the only applicable soundtrack would be I am the Walrus by the Beatles. Not that I feel like a walrus (well, maybe a baby walrus... those flights really make me puff up like a blowfish), but because of the insane, bizarre, incoherent lyrics of that song, like these verses:
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday. MAN, you been a naughty boy, and let your face grow long. I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus,goo goo g'joob
Crazy, no? I know we've all seen it before, but no one captures this particular moment in my head like Edvard Munch...