I should be thrilled about life right now, and to an extent I am, but I can't help feeling a sort of lethargy. To an extent it's a switch in schedules - I'm no longer beating myself up two hours a day, which in turn means my endorphin levels aren't at their normal through-the-roof status. I keep having epic plans, like writing down my life dreams, trying to do fifteen pullups or going for Buddhist meditation at six in the morning, and then deciding that laying in bed and reading Terry Pratchett is a viable alternative. So it happens that my greatest accomplishment in life has been outsmarting iTunes and burning my music. Fight the man, people.
Thus it came to be that I found old Donovan. Donovan is fairly awesome. Unabashedly poetic without wearing tight pants, clearly not exactly cutting-edge at this point, but why would that matter? Our culture judges people rather harshly by what they listen to, and I'm not exactly innocent of this- mention Rihanna or Panic at the disco (I absolutely refuse to put the little punctuation mark there) to me and I will scoff at you like the conceited snob that I am, but essentially I guess it comes down to music that you like and want to listen to, and I like and want to listen to Donovan right now. That said, I couldn't find To try for the sun on the interwebs, save this youtube version that some couple in calgary made for the birth of their grandson, but it's really not bad, and sunsets are kitschy because they're beautiful. Unabashed poetic, yes?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JeqEnbxc3XM
why won't hyperlinks work for me?
And now I'm going to go lay in bed reading for pleasure again. Why? Because I can.
