My young self goes Confucius
Today I watched the new Sheryl Crow video while in the Blockbuster checkout line. Where others dance or pimp in videos, she takes a more honest approach; she stands in one place and sings at the camera and is occasionally aided by the presence of her guitar. The video, for all its lack of action, was fair enough; still, I wonder what the namesake of the song, Steve McQueen, ever did to deserve this treatment. I suppose no apologies are necessary when you’re like Steve McQueen, underneath my radar screens, and all you need’s a fast machine. Oh well.
No deceit is worse than that of a woman.
Better to have no women than to have a bad one. A lack of women can spoil one’s homecoming, but a bad woman can spoil one’s life.
I’d love to find an easy way to open up people’s minds, but I suppose there is some benefit to our having thick skulls. It’s just not readily apparent to me. Explore posts in the same categories: La Vida, Music