Something Froody from the State of Denmark

"Me needsa more sleep," said Jar Jar Binks to the technical services guy whose eyelids felt the tug of gravity more than they normally do.

Today is just dragging due to lack of sleep. But I had fun. As I indicated before, the whooping cough scare had no basis in virological fact. How much more ironic could it have gotten? Catching an airborne pathogen at the Department of Health - classic. But I went to see Jay Farrar last night at Luther's Blues.

I met The Dulcinea at Steep'n'Brew on University Ave. after work. We chatted over espresso and jasmine tea before succumbing to our hungers. We decided to head across the street to Sa-Bai Thong. As we waited for a break in traffic, she said that she couldn't get "Damn Shame" out of her head so I started singing about pad thai to the melody.

Sprinkle peanuts on the noodles
mmmmm, mmmm
mmmm, mmmmmm
Pad thai, pad thai

It was a mellow but good show. I'd really like to see him with a full band as I missed his trek through town last year when he had Canyon with him. "Damn Shame" is a great tune and Jay and Mark Spencer rocked. There was a short jam in the middle where Jay put down his guitar and picked up a harmonica. They played a new song but the title was never given. The refrain had a line like, "...and I'm thinking of Woody Guthrie". "Barstow" was really great and it was nice to hear a couple numbers from Wide Swing Tremelo too. The set closed with "Tear-Stained Eye", a favorite of mine. It was a stark version - just Jay, his guitar, and a harmonica. As I was singing along, I had a flashback to April when I was driving home from Louisiana after my father's death.

Ste. Genevieve can hold back the water
but saints don't bother with a tear-stained eye

I remembered driving by the exit for the town of Ste. Genevieve and the song coming into my head. Tears welled in my eyes then just as they did last night. I guess I'm just a sensitive eighties kinda guy.

As The Dulcinea and I were walking to our cars in Lot 20, she asked, "So do you wanna go somewhere and have sex?" Sure, why not. So we went back to her place. The sweet bottom grass had been mowed but I grazed nonetheless. I haven't done a study ala Masters & Johnson on this but it seems to be me that the scent of the Golden Lotus is usually sweetest immediately following menses. Why this should be is beyond my meager knowledge but I take advantage of it when possible. The aroma drives me into a musth-like state in which I have better erections - like a natural Viagra. I could smell her fragrance in whatever position we found ourselves. We finally got to sleep sometime or other. Around 5:30 I awoke to find her hand on my stiffness. Wavering in and out of consciousness, I soon found her on top of me. Just as we got into a good rhtyhm, the fucking alarm clock went off. It was funny to watch The Dulcinea scramble to turn it off while keeping me inside of her.

Man! I just wanna get the fuck out of here and see Copenhagen. I finished reading the latest issue of Bitch magazine today but my comments will have to wait til later. I've got a country ton of stuff just waiting for me at the library. Polish history, Polish folk music - tomorrow. Have I mentioned that I've been inspired to become a volunteer? Perhaps the relevant paperwork will arrive today. How fucking long could it take for it to arrive? I mean, it is being mailed from right here in town.

OK - almost time to bust outta Dodge and off to meet Marv.