Book reviews, film anaylses, and general hysterics from a waitress turned historian.
Friday, May 3, 2013
Patient With Me: Body Art and Wilco
Well, last night, Yours Truly got her first, and last, tattoo. No, I am not being a wimp. My bit of Body Art took over an hour to complete. That's enough, thank you. But, outside of moaning like a B-Rated Porno (their description not mine), I sat and listened to Wilco's "Please be Patient with Me" over and over and over. Why, you ask? Three Reasons A.) I was just in too much pain to play with my iPod; 2.) It helped me count off minutes (the man said an hour...he lied); and D.) (Get it? From Home Alone?) I think the song is beautiful. My favorite verse:
How can I warn you when my tongue turns to dust
Like we've discussed
It doesn't mean that I don't care
It means I'm partially there
You're gonna need to be patient with me.
Here's the deal: If you ever plan to love another person, you gotta learn to be patient, and hope to God whomever you've set yourself on adoring has the same mindset. Because communication is a tricky thing. And understanding another person is a partial at best. We are complex and fucked up creatures...so, you're gonna need to be patient with me.