Last night, I saw Bjork at Red Rocks. It was pretty darn cool. There's something neat about watching a concert outdoors, in the mountains, with Denver's lights as a back drop. It's also fun to have no oxygen reach your brain (due to the altitude; not for lack of breathing) and about 400 stairs to traverse in a mildly intoxicated state looking for a place to pee. Repetedly. I think I lost half my ass climbing those stairs. It's tragic. Someone could trip on half an ass on a dark stairway. I'm a public nuisance now.
The opening was pretty neat, too. She kept squeaking like a fire alarm going off. Mildly annoying but all in all: good.
Tonight I'm using all the delay tactics available to me to avoid working on the choir's tour budget. Something is amiss and the accountant (not me) said something is amiss. That something would be on my end and I have to go through with a calculator and figure out what the hell I was thinking. I hate that. I've checked email and my phone messages and filled out paperwork and even translated a brochure of Sprouting Jar directions from German into English. All these things are inspiring, but they are not accounting. Blah. I can't put it off much longer.
An Erinku:
On tires, little boxes reverse,
go forward fast
but never sideways.
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