Le Tigre - Deceptacon

I got back from Sundance a few days ago and have finally caught up on my rest.  

Older, take my coffee black. More a function of discovering pour over. Get up early, hustle, edit, refine, politic, swallow pride, push pride when it needs pushing, get back up, whatever. It's never right.

I come from the sticks. Bleating cicadas and goats. Nothing's more curious, then, when people are surprised I listen to anything other than I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY EXPECT ME TO LISTEN TO but it's never right. I like it quiet and I like it loud. I like to feel, sometimes in a vacuum.

"Why you so, so Cagey Paigey?"

Ice queen or snobbish or stand offish or shy or pondering or what, ain't no difference.  Keep Zhuge Liang up in the mountain, he cries anywhere else.

Or does he, I'm not sure? He seemed to have a lot of fun with his friends.

Sleater Kinney and Bjork are back, and I feel like a kid clapping with joy 'cuz Batman just swooped down over Gotham.  Where the F have y'all been?  I put the signal out years ago; been bruising my knees over here.  I am wrinkling.  Karen O's gone soft and Fiona Apple's busy caring and coping for Janet in Venice. But thanks, for giving me a reason to shake, that isn't buried in the past. And thanks for reminding me that, hardened or discontent, I'm still alive.