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It Ain't Me, Babe  
In between courses at Thanksgiving I was talking with Ethan about Bob Dylan, when it occurred to me that one of the many reasons I love Dylan so much is that I detest being pidgeonholed almost as much as he does. Nothing drives me towards transformation more than someone proclaiming that they've got me. Oh, is that who you think I am? Well watch this.

Then Ethan said, "So you're one of those people."

With nothing else to do I smiled, yes.

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Last night I googled myself to see what I've been up to.

The internet, our adopted big brother, has been slowly compiling all my credits. Several are still missing but oddly the omniscient internet has lately been bestowing credits that don't even belong to me. Evidently in 2001 I made a trip to London to cast a Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen movie. And in 1989, right after my mom took me to buy my first training bra, I might have suggested Tom Waits for the role of a dancing bear.

I'd like to set things right, but I frankly don't know how. It isn't just yahoo that is convinced of my long and storied career.

Permalink posted by Maxwell at 12:06 AM

The Bible Didn't Mention Us  

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed
And history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
and kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light
and he kissed me 'til the mornin' light

Samson went back to bed
not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first

Currently playing on repeat on my ipod is Regina Spektor's song, Samson. It's a song filled with sweet ancient melancholy, and almost makes me miss the stories I can't remember from my previous lives. There's something oddly comforting about the idea of being forgotten by history, left in peace to be a secret silent memory forever. Maybe it's a product of our tabloid culture, but I can't help feeling that a story omitted is a story unmolested for the masses. Still, I love this song, which is the story. Huh.

Give it a listen, it's a lovely song.

Permalink posted by Maxwell at 11:20 PM

Shining Like a New Dime, Redux  
I've been tinkering a bit with the design. I'm curious about wordpress, moveable type and typepad, but I have no idea how to work with the software and every time I start to download or investigate it I lose interest. I'd also like a pretty Cowgirl Funk logo/design for the top of the page.

There are new posts in Words Words Words and over at The Mini Max.

Permalink posted by Maxwell at 5:56 PM

A Taste of Paradise  

Hawaii, the land where palm trees sway.


Due to the time change I woke up many mornings in time to catch sunrise over the ocean. The mamaood hale sits on three acres of land about 1,500 feet above sea level on Mauna Kea.


I'm in a tree and there's a baby in my belly.


Wise old Banyan tree.

More pictures to come...

Permalink posted by Maxwell at 9:48 PM