we're half awake in a fake empire*

I took the photo above somewhere in Kansas. The light is a vortex into which I'd like to dance.

Listening to "Boxer," the most recent release from The National. (*The title of this blog is from the chorus to the first track on the record, "Fake Empire"--you can see them perform it live on Letterman by clicking the link below.) Fascinating record...one that demands listen after listen. It grows on you, creeps into your brain waves. Reminds me a little of a cross between (accessible-er) Radiohead, early New Order, Echo & the Bunnymen and any other alt-dreamy band you loved in 1990. But better. Moody, ethereal (as songs can be), lyrically stronger than most bands out there, as in:

"You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults..."

Hell yeah we're unmagnificent! You can check out The National here:
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I haven't eaten enough today and I have to get a handle on this "eat too little during the day, pig out at night" thing. Seems like I'm not the only one who struggles with this. I'm doing okay --great actually--with my emotional eating, as in, I don't look to food for comfort these days. That's a victory. But I need to learn to feed my body what it needs consistently. Better planning is in order, I think.

*newsflash* S. has decided that we need to do a cleanse. (My question: Where is my wife and when will she return??!) She got turned onto Perfect Cleanse by a friend who did it and said it was amazing...we were supposed to start last Friday but I could NOT add one more thing to my regimen of pills and eyedrops and food journaling and and and so I asked that we wait a week. She was fine with it. But still, I'm worried...is this the right time? Am I asking for trouble? Removing toxins from my body can't be a bad thing, right? The fact that this was S.'s idea makes me feel like I have to JUMP on it now, before she loses momentum. Gots to enter that window while it's open a crack, you know?