here's to you mrs. robinson

2001.04.30 0.55

Indisputable evidence of time travel: While attending his 1987 senior prom, Mark Shields smiles for the camera unaware that his 1991 counterpart is about to swipe souvineer prom glasses. For more info, review the documentary Back to the Future: Part 4.

Saw Paul Simon perform this evening. There were four encores. My super human whistling ability played a very minor part. Simon played some of his classics during the third encore. Brought my dad with me to this concert as an early birthday present. I was getting worried he they wouldn't play any of the stuff from his Simon & Garfunkle era but my fears dissipated when he started strumming the opening chords to Mrs. Robinson. He then followed that with the 'die dee die' song that I can never remember the name of.

I have come down with a case of poison ivy once again. I get it every year, usually after I mow my lawn. I don't understand why I don't recognize it before I cut it. I still don't have it as bad as the time I got it years ago when my feet were covered in a really gross, thick rash and turned purple. Nasty. Had to go to the doctor for a cortizone shot and lotsa pills. I couldn't sleep for two days. I feel like I've mentioned this before. Could it be that I talked about this in a blog already? Yikes.

After hearing Camilla mention she has been listening to the new Rammstein album over and over, I bought the CD. It's really, really good. I'll bet my tonsils that one of the tracks will make it into the soundtrack for Matrix 2. Ah, well. What would anyone do with my tonsils anyway? Garnish?

You know, I hate to ask, but are friends electric?

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told.
I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest. Hmmmm... Mmmm...

When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared.
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go
Lookin' for the places only they would know.

Asking only workman's wages, I come looking for a job, but I get no offers.
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue.
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there. La la luh luh luh luh luh. 

Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin' even me.
I am older than I once was, and younger than I'll be, that's not unusual.
No it isn't strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same.
After changes we are more or less the same...

And I'm laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin' home
Where the New York city winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me to go home.

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him
'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame.
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains. Hmmmm...
Yes, he still remains.

''The Boxer'' by Simon and Garfunkle from the album ''Greatest Hits''