This beautiful rendering of The Weight by the Band got my attention thanks to a friend thrice removed.
Boo hoo, I want to be sleeping, but my tummy is hurting. I forgot to take my medicine this morning so I didn't get it until evening and am wondering if that could be the culprit -- or if it's something I ate. Hopefully the bicarbonate of soda & ginger/chamomile/mint tea will kick in soon and allow me to return to bed.
I still owe you an email, dear Marcell . . .
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and I am looking forward to receiving it! But you take your time... E-Mail is a pain. 10 years ago we took two weeks writing a letter. Sending. Waiting. Etc... That made each single one a precious thing. E-Mail has devalued that (a little).
read you
marcell
did you find this version of "the weight" via a comment on osmium? if not, then by sheer coincidence I, too, have recently seen this.
j.william, that's exactly how i found it! i was reading the sparrow's blog last night during my insomnia and decided to check out her friends. nice friends you two have.
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trainspotter, too true. anticipation can be so sweet. and there was the measured quality of every word painstakingly rendered for the other one's eyes only. even a personal email seems less individual, somehow. i will never forget photographs, smudged letters, sand from a beach -- so different from 0s and 1s.
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