On a side note: freaking vegans, making things out of other things, making things hard to categorize.
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Hmm, the song information isn’t showing up, so here:
Bill Callahan
Sometimes I Wish We Were An Eagle
Too Many Birds
Walking slowly on a cool summer night is the greatest thing in life. The silent proximity of friend is pretty fucking great too.
I recently had an exciting and uncomfortable idea of writing critical essays about individual friends and acquaintances, analyzed through my personal interactions and observations of their words and actions. The discomfort comes from the possibility that the criticism could be perceived as malicious or unfair. However, I’d like to posit the idea that what I write would be based on personal observations and analysis, with the attempts to mimic a biographer’s objectivity and evidence-based arguments. The intent isn’t directive; however, open information and opinions will play their role in altering behaviors. If I am “wrong” and misperceived a person’s character, feel free to retort, correct, enlighten, and/or attack me. All bits of information will alter the image.
Whatever I think of you and you of me, based on whatever knowledge you and I possess of the other has truth to it. I invite you to analyze me critically (because of the narcissism). As Eminem sings, “I am, whatever you say I am/If I wasn’t, then why would I say I am“.
Anyways, this is just an idea. I don’t know if I’m comfortable with it. It might just be some justification for public, passive aggressive shit-talking.
