A chicken with it’s head cut off / A Civil War

I found this post in the my ‘Drafts’ from back in November of 2009. I have no idea why it didn’t get posted but here it is now. I forgot what it was like to post more than 140 characters at a time.

Eligible, not too stupid
Intelligible, and cute as cupid
Knowledgeable, but not always right
Salvageable, and free for the night

~ Magnetic Fields, A Chicken With It’s Head Cut Off

My friend Joel often talks like a drunk hippy, that’s one of the reasons I like him so much. Many times I’m not really sure what he’s saying but I know exactly what he means. He’s like a fortune cookie. A real fortune cooke, not one of the slips of paper with a lotto number on one side and a cliche on the other. Like a (good) fortune cookie, despite not making much sense, he’s often brilliant.

You can also usually add “in bed” to the end of anything he says.

While looking at flights early today, I was reminded of the time he told me, when we were talking about guys we were dating, how my big problem is I get keep getting stuck in a holding pattern and I never land the fucking plane. How great is that? I mean, it’s tragic and all, but Jesus, it’s spot on.

So I’ve been thinking about that analogy a lot today. I’ve been thinking I feel like the auto-pilot is on and I’m not even flying the damn plane anymore. This isn’t about just personal relationships, it’s about work, school, life, everything. This has been in my mind a lot the last month and a half but remembering Joel’s quip kind of brought it into focus.

Well my heart’s runnin’ round like a chicken with its head cut off
All around the barn yard falling in and out of love
Poor thing’s blind as a bat
Gettin’ up, fallin’ down, gettin’ up
Who’d fall in love with a chicken with its head cut off?

Woah Nelly


Capital Bikeshare
I’ve been biking a bit again the last few days. The weather has been amazing in DC – sunny but temps have been around 65-75. Perfect. I’ve been using Capital Bikeshare for the last year and with all the nice weather have been riding the 4.7 miles home every day. Of course, all this has also got me back on my beloved Bianchi, seen here in it’s natural habitat, Jerry Chan’s.

My bianchi in it's natural habitat.

Since I haven’t ridden the thing consistantly in a few years I’m putting some time and money into getting it presentable once again. Last week I got a helment and had the fine folks at BicycleSPACE DC to fix the headset. (I can’t recommend them enough – great people there.) Smaller bullhorns are on their way from Fyxation. I upgraded the pedals last year so I think I’m going to do her proper and get some decent cranks as well. I built her up pretty sloppy after the store since I had other bikes then, but that’s not the case for now. (Heh heh heh, for now.)