on alerts
I sometimes enjoy things. Occasionally, the chance to experience said things first hand presents itself. There ought to be a special word used only to describe the particular flavor of regret that stems from missing out on things based solely on my ignorance of their vicinity.
Unawaregretful.
I’ve resolved that whenever these particularly unfortunate events occur, I will find or create a means of alerting myself of the next convening of stars.
Today, for the first time, this resolution paid off.
The Magnetic Fields are on tour in 2010. Tickets are on sale now. Hooray, alerts! Hooray!
