I'm learning not to apologize for going through phases on different blogging platforms.

You write in the notebook you've got in front of you, ain't it the truth? You pour your tea into whatever mug is most convenient.

I don't mind it if I've got my brain backed up on a million hard-drives, because you know what? It wouldn't fit into one notebook anyway.

Anyhow, if you're crazy enough to miss me then stagger on over to Tumblr and read this review I wrote of The Who's album Tommy. It's a long-winded and overwrought review, but that's okay. Tommy is a long-winded and overwrought LP.

Clair and I have a nice evening planned with a book to read (probably The Great Gatsby because we want to see the movie next weekend, although East of Eden and In The Woods are also options) and snickerdoodles in honor of Astrid Kirchherr's birthday (one of Clair's favorite photographers--she bought the cookies first and then retroactively made them about Astrid when I informed her of the occasion. We're going to maybe make Kirchherr cookies a yearly tradition now).

"You're as pleasant as the morning and refreshing as the rain..."

Just got back from a beautiful, highly uplifting morning Mass in Latin. So, despite the influx of rain these past few days, I had to share more love for Mary and May. This little article inspired my mom to set up quite a gorgeous May Altar in our living room:

Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam: What has happened to May Altars?

Title of this post comes from "Scatterbrain" (alternately written as "Scatter-brain" or "Scatter Brain"), my new favorite goofy old 1930s song. Look it up on YouTube if you want it, I can't really pick a version. But don't confuse it with the Radiohead song "Scatterbrain (Dead as Leaves)", which is only good if you're actively seeking a depression injection.

"It is what it is, it is what it is..."

"I don't know if you know that sort of feeling you get on these days round about the end of April and the beginning of May, when the sky's a light blue, with cotton-wool clouds, and there's a bit of a breeze blowing from the west? Kind of uplifted feeling. Romantic, if you know what I mean. I'm not much of a ladies' man, but on this particular morning it seemed to me that what I really wanted was some charming girl to buzz up and ask me to save her from assassins or something."

- P.G. Wodehouse, The Inimitable Jeeves

What? April 30th already? I could have sworn that yesterday was Easter. To anyone with a morbid mindset, life would seem to be beating a path out the door.

Still, good luck being morbid when May is upon you. Remind me to take a walk down to Youngs Farm before the day is out. Here's a song I listened to a lot around this time last year, and may it bring joy to you. (Haha. No, I don't deceive myself. That wasn't funny.)

Notice the statue of the Blessed Mother in the beginning? This is her month, too. My rosaries are at the ready. :)

Viva Brother - Darling Buds of May