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February 17th, 2006

In Memorium [Feb. 17th, 2006|01:51 pm]
International Bon Vivant and Raconteur
Yesterday was the third anniversary of my father's death. It kind of sneaked up on me, and if I hadn't had the foresight to mark it on my calendar it probably would've passed unnoticed. There was no time for quiet reflection anyway, as I was all caught up in my weird work schedule helping train someone new at the store, trying to get someone from the police department to speak at this year's Stoker Awards Weekend, and wrestling with a stubborn article for the next issue of Annabelle. It wasn't until the evening that I even noticed the note on my calendar: the word "Dad" and a Jewish star -- my shorthand for "this is the day someone died."

Even weirder? I could have sworn it was the second anniversary, not the third. I have no idea where the time went, or even what I have to show for it besides a few published stories, yet another failed relationship and some happy video store customers.

Bah. I don't mean to sound down on myself. I just felt like I should mark the day somehow, other than looking at the calendar and thinking, Really? Already?
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Flashback Friday [Feb. 17th, 2006|05:32 pm]
International Bon Vivant and Raconteur
This one took me all the way back to 1987, my first year of college, and what may very well be one of the greatest rock albums ever recorded. This particular song may be a bit obscure, but I'm sure someone out there will recognize the lyrics without the help of Google.

And you should've left the light on
You should've left the light on
Then I wouldn't have tried
And you'd never have known
And I wouldn't have pulled you tighter
No, I wouldn't have pulled you close
I wouldn't have screamed,
"No, I can't let you go,"
If the door wasn't closed
No, I wouldn't have pulled you to me
No, I wouldn't have kissed your face
You wouldn't have begged me to hold you
If we hadn't been there in the first place
Oh, but I know you wanted me to be there, oh oh
Every look that you threw told me so
But you should've left the light on
You should've left the light on
And the flames burned away
But you're still spitting fire
Makes no difference what you say
You're still a liar
You're still a liar
You're still a liar
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