joni mitchell and feeling blue


i usually listen to cello music when i am paying bills. i even got dressed like i was working in an office today because my procrastination has served me no true purpose once again. all i can say is no matter how much money folks think those of us in the restaurant business are rolling in, they haven't got a clue what the overhead is when running even the smallest of cafes.

yet, bach wasn't doing it for me today. i thought i'd go retro and listen to an old friend, joni mitchell. her introspective-yet-hippie lyrics and incredible voice have certainly helped get me through the most of excruciating phone calls with purveyors. like they'd care who i was listening to, eh?

then when i did a google search for a picture, i came across this old rolling stone interview that was conducted by morrissey (of the smiths, another old fave) entitled meloncholy meets the infinite sadness and thought it was pretty cool, so i am showing some linkage just for no other reason but props.

another thing that has me listening to joni mitchell is i am aware that a friend, although not a close friend, has made a decision that is very serious and has far-reaching implications. i don't know what to do about it.

*sigh*

it can be said that it doesn't concern me and is none of my business, but if you felt a friend was making a a questionable decision about something, what would you do? how would you handle it, especially if this person you only know, for example, through the internet? these relationships are still real, aren't they? i've had real-life conversations on the phone with folks i've met on-line, sent cards and stuff in the mail, they get them, the mail isn't returned to me - that means they exist, right? if you meet them for dinner when they are in town, that means they exist and they matter, correct?

how far does the *knowing someone* extend if you've never *met* them in real life?

where's your boundary line?

Come on down to the mermaid cafe and I will buy you a bottle of wine
And we'll laugh and toast to nothing and smash our empty glasses down
Let's have a round for these freaks and these soldiers
A round for these friends of mine
Let's have another round for the bright red devil
Who keeps me in this tourist town

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