My Inaugural Address

I begin with a song:

On the Radio, Regina Spektor

"This is how it works: It feels a little worse than when we drove our hearse right through that screaming crowd, while laughing up a storm until we were just bone, until it got so warm that none of us could sleep, and all the styrofoam began to melt away. We tried to find some words to aid in the decay, but none of them were home inside their catacomb. A million ancient bees began to sting our knees, while we were on our knees praying that disease would leave the ones we love and never come again.

On the radio, we heard November Rain. That solo's really long, but it's a pretty song. We listened to it twice 'cause the DJ was asleep.

This is how it works: You're young until you're not. You love until you don't. You try until you can't. You laugh until you cry, you cry until you laugh. And everyone must breathe until their dying breath. No, this is how it works: You peer inside yourself. You take the things you like and try to love the things you took. And then you take that love you made and stick it into some. Someone else's heart pumping someone else's blood. And walking arm in arm, you hope it don't get harmed. But even if it does, you'll just do it all again.

And on the radio, you hear November Rain. That solo's awful long, but it's a good refrain. You listen to it twice 'cause the DJ is asleep, on the radio."

Mixed cds over the past decade have not been safe from the inclusion of the song Pig by Dave Matthews Band. "Isn't it strange how we move our lives for another day..." It has inspired me over the years to pick up my dragging blistered feet and take action. Life is for living, it's easy to forget. So I'll put aside my angst, my anger, and my boredom for a bit, to collect dust up on a top shelf, amongst the faded movie stubs and tattered grocery receipts. And I'll take a step outside and breathe deep of all the possibilities. That is, of course, until I step in the heaping pile of dog shit laying in wait, left by the beasts who can't help but crap in my path.

I digress.

My point is Regina Spektor has given me a new Pig. From her lyrics, I begin this new endeavor in an effort to breathe until my dying breath. These words are not purposely uplifting. They don't depict a story of what should be if only we seized the day more often. They tell one of what is. A mere observation, this song is. And there is something about the simplicity of its truth that I find inspiring.

And so with this blog, I plan to celebrate those things which make my life worth living by taking the things I love and passing them on to anyone who can appreciate someone else's blood. Little by little (beag air bheag).