Other thing restoring my happiness is, of course, Internetz. Courtesy of
hyperina, I've seen a YouTube video by 1980s English band The June Brides. They never became well-known in the U.S. and I've never heard them before, but this is a nice piece of '80s indie romantic pop, reminiscent of Echo and the Bunnymen. The band's singer/songwriter is now a civil servant, and seems content. Via
scottobear, his photo of... AAIIIEEEEE! And here's something that seems to have been around for a few weeks now, so I don't know how I haven't seen it before: The RickRolling of John McCain! Some will be as unamused as Queen Victoria. I am quite amused.
And, of course, the clouds were lovely again today, in their end-of-summer formations piled against the mountains, and the squirrels and jays and woodpeckers were all chattering and engaged in frolic. A happy Autumnal Equinox to all.
Sunday Verse
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there
by John Keats
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there
Among the bushes half leafless, and dry;
The stars look very cold about the sky,
And I have many miles on foot to fare.
Yet feel I little of the cool bleak air,
Or of the dead leaves rustling drearily,
Or of those silver lamps that burn on high,
Or of the distance from home's pleasant lair:
For I am brimfull of the friendliness
That in a little cottage I have found;
Of fair-hair'd Milton's eloquent distress,
And all his love for gentle Lycid drown'd;
Of lovely Laura in her light green dress,
And faithful Petrarch gloriously crown'd. —
