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