The Metal Tiger

Getting ready to head up to S.F. for the treasure hunt. i want to be so excited i could burst, but last night was a real humdinger for my psyche. Will talk more about that later.

Until then, here is a self-portrait by Egon Schiele, which always reminds me of Nat, handsome devil that he is:



...if you have a few minutes, Schiele's life is worth reading about. Art, love, tragedy– all that good, heartbreaking stuff.

Non-sequitur alert: here is a link to an NPR piece on cover songs, which as we all know by now are a weakness of mine. My faves on this page were the Marianne Faithfull/Nick Cave version of a Decemberists song, and the Flaming Lips' rendition of Madonna's "Borderline".

Which is funny, because i sort of can't stand the Flaming Lips most of the time, and can't even be bothered about the Decemberists. Anyway, listen on.

Talk to you all on Monday: hopefully my severe case of the melancholies will be gone by then? (Unlikely.)