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The IRS has completely destroyed my ability to appreciate Vivaldi's Four Seasons. If you've spent anytime on hold with that great bureaucratic quagmire you'd understand. I came to this realization yesterday at an otherwise delightful lunch to bid adieu to a departing coworker. I felt anxious. For no good reason. Not that this is unusual given my worry wart tendencies, but taxes and dentistry have a unique, tangible fear factor. I became conscious of the torrent of violins that herald fall and it came to me: Vivaldi! The IRS! Bastards! Dear IRS, It's time to select some new artist to torment the financially challenged masses. Perhaps Britney? XOX Heather |
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ryan gantz curates the Mirror Project with "The Big Bright Sky. "And I love Caterina Fake. My wife." Sylloge "Half of this story happened and half of it didn't. It was a boring train journey." frownland Simon in the Land of Chalk Drawings. [via Boing Boing] hoopla! was almost within Leslie Harpold's grasp. And then, sadly, not (the bastards!)
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