our_song epitome of incomprehensibility Your_song_or_mine? is the question sometimes. Anyway - Bizzar! What you wrote in your_ghost was beautifully evocative. Just thought I'd say. And the idea of having a song as the flag of a relationship reminded me (sweet_nostalgia!) of Fields_of_Verdun. 220505 ... epitome of incomprehensibility But let's not think flags. Let's think tartans instead. You've got your dress tartan, your regular tartan, your fighting other tartans tartan, your blue tartan (because everyone else is doing yellow, red, and green, so why not stand out?)... I mean, different songs for different moods of a relationship. We listened to Tracy Chapman's Fast_Car, in a car. It was on the mix CD he made me early on. So that's our driving song. And Fields_of_Verdun our walking song, now not just for the incongruity potential, but also for nostalgia. Where you used to live. In my mind, but also in Verdun. 220505 ... e_o_i As for cars, you drive. But I guess I wanted to drive the in-jokes, the referentiality. Maybe I need to relinquish the wheel sometimes. Because it seems I can dish it out but not take it (to mix metaphors, after proper seasoning - three winters, two of everything else). Since I can refer to one of the worst battles ever as a cutesy joke between us (though mediated through a song), but I get angry when you suggest the name of the puppy sounds like the name of something else terrible. Where was that in? "Guilt"? "Forgiveness"? But it's okay. When Jesus said that good trees don't bear bad fruit, he should have stuck to his day job. (He was a builder, not a botanist.) Should I have been honest, not gone "David, noooo," like I was joke-annoyed? But I probably wouldn't remember this if it weren't for the dreams and the problem with whom I blamed. Yes, I wrote "whom" - m ending for accusative, like a shitload of Sanskrit forms - because I accused my parents of not understanding, and that should have been for Mere_Christianity, not this. Eh, I'm not really angsty about past arguments now. Just melancholic, like a colicky baby. Play it again, for old times' sake. 220505 what's it to you? who go blather from