Wednesday. Letter to You
Wednesday, September 3, 2025
Ad Hoc #11. Somehow
Friday, June 13, 2025
Ad Hoc #10. Trailing Palm Leaves
Vashti Bunyan's song 'I'd Like To Walk Around In Your Mind' (1970)
I'd like to walk around in your mind someday I'd like to walk all over the things you say to me (...)
I'd sit there in the sun of the things i like about you
I'd sing my songs and find out just what they mean to you
But most of all i'd like you to be unaware
Then i'd just wander away, trailing palm leaves behind me
So you don't even know i've been there
Thursday, May 22, 2025
Friday, March 14, 2025
Ad Hoc #8. And You Hate The Fucking Lot
What a lovely song from Lola Young, 'Messy' (2024). Song: here.
Lyrics:
You know I'm impatient
So why would you leave me waiting outside the station
When it was like minus four degrees? And I
I get what you're sayin'
I just really don't wanna hear it right now
Can you shut up for like once in your life?
Listen to me, I took your nice words of advice
About how you think I'm gonna die lucky if I turn thirty-three
Ok, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney
I'm not skinny and I pull a Britney every other week
But cut me some slack, who do you want me to be?
'Cause I'm too messy and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me get a job then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate, you hate
It's taking you ages
You still don't get the hint I'm not asking for pages
But one text or two would be nice and
Please don't pull those faces
When I've been out working my ass off all day
It's just one bottle of wine or two, but, hey
You can't even talk, you smoke weed just to help you sleep
Then why you out getting stoned at four o'clock
And then you come home to me?
And don't say hello 'cause I got high again
And forgot to fold my clothes
'Cause I'm too messy and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me get a job then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
Oh, and I'm too messy and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me get a job then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
P.S. More background information: here (wiki).
P.P.S. Art is from Juan Brufal. Title unknown. Year probably 2024.
Wednesday, January 22, 2025
Wednesday, December 4, 2024
Ad Hoc #6. To Embrace your Fate
Joseph Campbell (1904-1987) on loving your fate:
Wednesday, August 21, 2024
Ad Hoc #5. Questo Sole Accende Sul Mio Volto
Monday, July 8, 2024
Ad Hoc #4. O Fim da Tarde
E a alma é a terra de um morro
É luz antiga o fim da tarde
Essa saudade sem socorro
Nos salve do fim
P.S. Song 'Luz Antiga' is from Ana Cañas.
P.P.S. Enjoy your summer holiday.
Monday, July 1, 2024
Ad Hoc #3. Hut 8
Last week I was in Oxford and Bletchley Park for a "business trip". What a beautiful city is Oxford. And how inspiring is the Park where the Allieds broke the German cipher machines.