i refuse, on principal, to run the heat on the last weekend in may. i awoke, just after noon, and the temperature in the house was a mere 62. the cloud-dotted sky outside is a brilliant blue but at 65 stepping outside didn't offer the comfort the sky implied.
there's work to be done, but all i've done is indulge in play. and then today, having slept away the morning, the tigers game at 4, the red wings game at 8, and the music festival throughout beckon so much more convincingly than the office. alack!
and now, the vanity plate pictured beneath the cut:
myboyblu on a blue honda element as i walked from the tigers game to my office in the financial district.
and it's always the things you didn't realize were in the picture, the little details, isn't it? there's a bit of city reflected in the rear window of the car and my old apartment building, and in fact my old balcony, can be seen on the left side of that window. it was the best of times and it was the best of times.
in recent days: sunrose on a little silver compact eemcsq on a cream-colored volt mynuluv on a gorgeous red new model camaro redhare on a red mini cooper (i knew a guy named red hare in oregon...probably not the same)
i'm closing tabs, so, even though i haven't written my entry about how everything's hamlet for me, i note that i completely by chance recently stumbled upon this remarkable painting of hamlet and ophelia by mikhail vrubel. i'd only first heard of vrubel a couple years back when i came upon another of his paintings by chance and shared it here.
has it always been this way? is it possible all this magic went unnoticed?
it's a small thing i guess. i did end up going to today's tigers game. it was a celebration of the 1968 world series victory and as many members of that team as could be present were part of a an honorary tribute before the game.
after the game i went and bought my pass to the music festival before heading over to the office for a bit. each admission wristband is individually numbered. mine? 1968.
also, bythos gave me detroit, lift up your weary head! (rebuild! restore! reconsider!) by sufjan stevens while i was drafting this entry.