“Nothing Matters When We’re Dancing” – Magnetic Fields
“Sea of Love” – Cat Power
“I’ll Be Seeing You” – Billie Holiday
“Chariot” – Page France
“Thank You for Your Love” – Antony and the Johnsons
“Let Me Be Your Bride” – Virgin of the Birds
“Fade Into You” – Mazzy Star
“Peace Like a River” – Spoon
“When the Night Comes” – Dan Auerbach
“Honey or Tar” – CocoRosie
“Ask Her to Dance” – Coconut Records
“I’ll Come Running Back to You” – Sam Cooke
“By Your Side” – CocoRosie
“Heartbeats” – Jose Gonzalez
“You Really Got a Hold on Me” – She & Him
“Home” – Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
“Can’t Help Falling in Love With You” – Ingrid Michaelson
“I Summon You” – Spoon
an actual review for Harmony Vegetarian restaurant in Philadelphia (via www.urbanspoon.com)
Every morning I'm more surprised that my knees don't creak and my back still straightens. My chest feels old, my stomach, my eyes- all old.
All "oh, I've seen it all before." All "time will tell."
I think I've always been this way. Maybe I was born like Benjamin Button, except different.
If I feel this way now, how will I feel when my skin is actually crumpled crepe paper? When I actually have clouded eyes? When I can open pickle jars or button my clothes?
I do wonder if I'll get any better at crossword puzzles...
I had a shovel, and you had one too. Carefully, I lined up the back of my shovel with the twine on one side. I bore down, with the handle pushing hard against my ribs. I didn't make it down more than a couple inches, embarrassed and frustrated with my feminine physical incapabilities. My cheeks flushed more. The sweat dripped and dampened the small of my back, and the back of my neck, and my underarms, the space behind my knees. I watched you, casually, pick up a shovel- its handle like splintered bone and its dull metalic blade- watched you position next to the twine and drive deep straight and solid into the grass to the blade's hilt, reared back, and turned the soil.
I watched your arm bulge when you lifted the Apalachian soil, turned it and pushed aside the rocks. I saw the rivulets of sweat on your temples and through the hair on your chest, the beads on your forehead, saw the veins in your arm deliver oxygen to your extremities. I watched you drive deep into the earth, over and over, and over, turning it inside out, leaving it exposed and rough.