Sunday, July 7, 2013

My heart is never cold

It's been a rough week over here at chez Koshary.  Lots of emotional turmoil: not just my usual unbloggable misery – though that was certainly part of the mix – but also some unusual unbloggable misery stemming from the troubling events of late in Research Country.  It's miserable just to recount the general outline of events, so I'm going to skip that.  Suffice it to say that a lot of people I respect (and perhaps a few that I even fear as well) are acting in disrespectful and disrespectable ways toward each other, and I feel the need to keep my head down, lest I get sucked into some absurd argument on Facebook.

But yeah.  This week kind of sucked balls.  And with nearly all my friends out of town right now, I've felt rather alone as I dealt with all the bad shit.

Fuck it.  I need to cheer myself up somehow, so I'm sipping an Aperol spritz made with champagne – okay, fine, método de champaña – that I opened for myself because fuck it, I need a break.  And of course, some great music.  It starts off a little slow, but wait until the second verse begins.  That's when this recording comes into its own.


  1. Sorry to hear this; I'd been wondering how your friends and colleagues there were.

    But alcohol solves, or at least numbs, a multitude of problems.

    Thinking of you.

  2. So sorry to hear this. If you need distracting emails or just to vent, I have some time on my hands right now. :)

  3. Even as a new follower of Research Country, the past week has experience. Of awful. I can't imagine how much worse it is when your affective relationship to the place is more intense.

    I have discovered champagne-method hard cider. It has made my life very, very happy. Hmm, I should check and see if they have it at my local liquor store, or if I have to drive back to the brewery...

  4. It's hard...So much scary stuff happening, and so much even scarier stuff that could happen at any time. I've been wanting to go back for a long time, but with each day it looks less and less likely. Perhaps I'll join you in a little drankin'.

  5. Sorry about the stresses - I had a friend who lived and taught in a country which is currently tearing itself apart, who died last year, and find myself actually feeling a tiny bit glad that she didn't have to watch and experience all the hope turning to ashes and blood again.

    But oh my goodness that track hits the spot. Off to buy the album if I can find it...