A Gezunt Dir in Pupik

So it's been a bit... musically eclectic... inside Greg's head today.

I awoke to-

• Hava nagila, hava nagila
  Hava nagila, venis mecha
  
  Hava neranena, hava neranena
  Hava, hava, neranena
  
  [I'm not Jewish, so spelling's nothing more than a rough approximation]

Then in art it switched to-

• 'Gypsies, tramps, and thieves,'
  We'd hear it from the people of the town:
  They'd call us 'gypsies, tramps, and thieves,'
  But every night all the men would come around
  and lay their money down
  [This prompted my recommendation that Tessa, Myself, and Jared dress up one day as a gypsy, a tramp, and a thief, respectively]

After lunch I got some funk-

• [Spoken portion of Maggot Brain]
  "Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time,
  for y'all have knocked her up.
  I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe;
  I was not offended,
  for I knew I had to rise above it all
  or drown in my own shit."
• Ow, we want the funk;
  Give up the funk.
  Ow, we need the funk;
  We gotta have that funk

And since I've been sitting here writing-

• We run;
  We hide;
  We wait and want
  the good life.
  Aw sure,
  You're right:
  This ain't
  the good life.
  Ahhhhhh, elegantly wasted.
  Ahhhhhh, elegantly wasted.

And now I'll frolic off to watch some annoying-ass presentations in EcoEvo lab...

(Oh yeah... it's official: Jared and I are in Front Street next year.)