Where's My Mail?

[rejectomorph]

My e-mail system is finally back up, but it says there are no new messages. I know there should be some LJ notifications in there, but it can't find them. Maybe they will appear later. Maybe they are lost. Rats! I still can't access the in-box from the web, either, so I don't know if the messages are there but just aren't being sent by POP3. At least with this local company I get to call them at their local phone number and grouse about it.

Tomorrow is Tuesday, but I haven't decided yet weather (no, that's whether -- stupid fixation) I will observe it or not. Since everyone else is still accepting Tuesday as an actual day of the week, it's difficult for me to ignore it. I'd rather there was no Tuesday, but it's impractical for me to do away with it on my own. Do I jump directly to Wednesday, and be a day ahead of everyone for the next week, then do it again and be two days ahead of everyone, and so on? Or do I repeat Monday, and then rejoin everyone else on Wednesday? Neither alternative is particularly appealing. I might have to go ahead and live through Tuesday with the rest of the world until I can figure out some way around this problem.

As for Monday, it hasn't been anything spectacular. It is still cold. It is still damp. The moon tonight is again draped with tatters of sheer cloud. At least my Anticipatory Spring Fever has abated somewhat. I caught myself humming Spring can Really Hang You up the Most only a couple of times. There might be rain again tomorrow. That ought to fix things, even if it is coming on a Tuesday.

Comments

[thirdhand.livejournal.com]

The Anti-Tuesday movement just wont work unless everyone does it. What a pain.

greetings from santa ana

[(Anonymous)]

Once I was a sentimental thing
Threw my heart away each and every Spring
Now a Spring romance hasn't got a chance
Promised my first dance to Winter
All I've got to show is a splinter
For my little fling

Spring this year has got me feeling
like a horse that never left the post
I lie in my room staring at the ceiling
Spring can really hang you up the most

Morning kiss wakes the trees and flowers
And to them I'd like to drink a toast
I walk in the park just to pass the lonely hours
Spring can really hang you up the most

All afternoon those birds twitter twit
I know the tune this is love this is it
Heard it before and I know the score
And I've decided that Spring is a bore.

Love seemed sure around the New Year
Now it's April love is just a ghost
Spring arrived on time - only what became of you dear
Spring can really hang you up the most

Can't seem to remember who wrote it but it's a great
tune. I'm still reading the words off a hand written
page. Not one of yours. If that were the case it would be legible.

Re: greetings from santa ana

[rejectomorph]

The lyric is by Frances Landesman, to music by Thomas J. Wolf (who also has a brief biography at that site.) She has collaborated with goatloads of additional composers, including the very strange Bob Dorough, whose album from the mid 1960's, Just About Everything, featured his recordings of Baltimore Oriole, Lazy Afternoon, and 'Tis Autumn, which were played pretty regularly on KFBK. (Or was it KBFK? I can't remember anymore.)

Landesman's web site, by the way, is fairly confusing in it's design, and the writing is grammatically chaotic, but can be puzzled out in most cases. It's worth a visit, anyway. Dorough's web site features a link (on the "recordings" page) to some streaming audio of his music, which I didn't listen to due to my doubts about Sluggo's ability to handle it.