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180401 my favorite song of the seventies, no foolin'

I have been for a long time wanting to make Yearbook Albums for each year of my life. I've done it for a few years, but not all, and I'd like to make it one of those projects I really get behind rather than put on the shelf and say, I'll get there someday.

But it's apropos as I have decided on what I think is my favorite song from the 1970s (not counting Genesis): "Strawberry Letter 23" by The Brothers Johnson. It came out, appropriately, the year I was born, a few months prior. I would like to imagine that maybe it imprinted itself on my developing mind when I was still in utero.

This song is just outstandingly ethereal and joyous, without being too saccharine to me. It makes me think of spring, the loveliness of the '70s, and of childhood. It also picks me up when I'm down. Take a listen, if you feel it. I hope you feel the same.

It might be a good cheer-up for me to spend some time finishing my yearbook albums. For me, every year has its own unique mood and characteristics, and I live them again through music that I loved at those times. If anyone would like to see my track listings for my yearbooks, just let me know!

One last note of housekeeping: I now will be archiving my entries by month, and you can access them using the links at the bottom of the page.

180331 goodbye, march, and to hell with you

It's been a hard March for reasons I can't get into, but I'm doing my best to keep my head and keep my focus. Fortunately, I have supportive people in my life who are making things better for me, and I'm going to do my best to stay positive.

In bad situations, of course, the thing to do is look to the future, and I'm looking creatively at my options and considering things I haven't considered before.

Now is the time, as they say, I'm not getting any younger. In the past at transition points, I've felt like I've not been as diligent as I could have been. Perhaps I didn't give myself enough credit in some of those situations, but, in others, I know I could have done better for myself with a little more consideration and effort. I am working to avoid making that mistake these days.

Instead of telling you about the past, I look forward to telling you of the exciting present-yet-to-come. But I better stop here, I'm starting to sound like a motivational speaker.

In other news, I'm decorating eggs. Because Easter? Naw, fuck that. Because I have eggs past their sell-by date, and a Sharpie. BUT HOW DO I DECORATE THEM??



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