For quite some time, it’s bothered me that I didn’t know the actual ending of that aphorism. I like to think of myself as a culturally literate person (English and psych majors: please enjoy unpacking that one), so this was especially annoying.

So I used the magic of the internets and looked it up. The full thing is:

If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride.

Of course. Of course! I can see now why we’ve truncated it thus - a) we’re inherently lazy and b) beggars are so passé.

Why am I even talking about this? I was thinking about how I wish it was the weekend already. And about my wishes and hopes for the weekend. I know I will have a good time, but I also hope to get some good pictures. My ultimate wish is to get a decent photo of myself. This photo of me with a cocktail umbrella behind my ear (from the one and only drink I had that night) isn’t the most “professional” thing to have up on Facebook. My primary contacts (and reason for joining) are work-related, so there won’t be “eva gone wild” photos coming any time soon.

Also, they don’t exist. Not only because I don’t allow photography (much like the Louvre and other great cultural centers) but because I don’t go wild. If I get a second drink, that’s a lot.

NOTEWORTHY: My friend Sara (coincidentally, the friend with whom I will be spending the weekend) has another review up on PopMatters, yo. Check it - she saw Earlimart perform and wrote about it. You can read it. And should.

Not as noteworthy: I’m watching Akira because while I’ve seen it before, I couldn’t remember a thing about it when it came up in conversation last week. I’ll probably fall asleep 20 minutes into it just by virtue of being in my own bed again, but I can hang onto it for a bit. I am sending back two Netflix tomorrow, so that means I’ll have two fresh ones heading my way shortly. Tasty fresh Netflix.

My friend Sara wrote a review of Siren Festival and it’s up on PopMatters, with a little gallery of my photos from Siren. For which I got a photo credit! It’s very exciting. We were emailing about it way early this morning and it started my day off juuuuust right.

It’s especially nice because it’s Sara’s piece and I like it. She’s able to write about music without sounding like a 12-year with a crappy thesaurus (which is my impression of my ability to write reviews of just about anything…)

I just realized that might sound like a back-handed compliment. The point is that I like her writing style. She wrote another piece reviewing the Grand Archives playing at Johnny Brenda’s in Philly (where she tells me I must go sometime to see a show - and I intend to. It’s just a matter of finding a friggin’ weekend where I’m not scrambling to play catch-up with the stuff I didn’t get to do during the week. Ugh!). Sara and her friend Kaleb also have a great blog — ASYNDETON — on Tumblr (link also on my blogroll).

It’s a great name for a blog.

Why?

Because.

Here’s a definition of asyndeton: “a stylistic scheme in which conjunctions are deliberately omitted from a series of related clauses. Examples are veni, vidi, vici and its English translation ‘I came, I saw, I conquered.’ Its use can have the effect of speeding up the rhythm of a passage and making a single idea more memorable.”

And reading that phrase brings this song to mind. It’s absolutely grown on me. I like to turn this shiz up in the car and drive around like a moron, slapping my hand back and forth on the steering wheel.

Veni Vidi Vici -Black Lips