Muppet Bordello

OK, I was listening to Gogol Bordello, and something sounded weird. Not in a bad way, but in a spooky way. And I had felt this way before....

But this time I made the missing, eureka, helium in the airship rather than hydrogen connection I knew was there.

Fozzi Bear is the front man for Gogol Bordello.

Don't believe me?

Fozzie bear (OK, it's a link to a blog, but I couldn't figure how to host the audio directly.. :( )

vs

Eugene Hütz (particularly American Wedding. Trust me... listen. Oh, and buy their stuff. They're really good)

Moving on, moving away

As I write this the legal wrangling seems to be coming to an end. I will at least be (somewhat) rid of the vacuous parasite, along with a good portion of what is mine. A bargain in some ways. I'm sure in the coming months she will wonder why I don't treat her with the respect & support she feels she deserves. I won't try to debate her feelings of self worth. I will instead let her think it is a sense of rejection that I can't get beyond.

Other rejection in life I will continue to have more difficulty with. In part, because of our continued contact. At what price will this come? How much can I press down what I feel without killing it altogether? Will it become nothing more than a burned out hulk of feeling we had for each other? Is it even possible to transmute gold back into lead?

Is it better to just give away the gold?