Tuesday, March 11, 2003

The Patience of a Saint

Okay, yes, my life is a soundtrack. Rediscovered this album this weekend, and Neil Tennant’s lyrics seem to fit my new role on the Search Attributes team at eBay … especially since I have no computer yet, nor a badge, but I do have a spec to read …

Talking of my attributes
The things I do so well
As anyone whose in cahoots
With me will readily tell
I’ve lived up here, I’ve been down there
I’ve bought so I could sell
And if I drove a faster car
I drive it bloody well

How could I change … I live without restraint?

And I would try the patience of a saint.
And I would try the patience of a saint.

Sunday, March 09, 2003


… last night of transition, tomorrow begins something brand new. listening to a bunch of my old acoustic favs (joni mitchell, dar williams, cheryl wheeler, christine lavin) and reading some more Rumi:

A secret turning in us
makes the universe turn.
Head unaware of feet,
and feet head. Neither cares.
They keep turning


Dance, when you’re broken open.
Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance, when you’re perfectly free.