Last night- I get to Christen's a little after 9. Had a hard time finding house because, what? Her horrible ex, Ryan, had the electricity shut off on her. Didn't matter- she had lanterns and battery operated lights, and with some juice from the neighbors, the basement was completely alight and blasting pop 80s music.
I must say, I was very impressed with Rob, Rob, and Ed- Rob M. was a zombie, but he literally looked like he walked off of the Shaun of the Dead set. Rob D. was the dick-in-a-box guy, which he pulled off crazy well. Ed, oh, man. Ed was the chalk outline from a homicide. Most original thing I have ever seen on Halloween. He was wearing all black, and outlining his body was masking tape. It was crazy good!
After being a sucky partner at flip-cup, which I had never played until last night, Christen dressed me up as Cindy Lauper. I did not fit into the skirt of shoes, but I did wear the rest of the outfit, because I love her dearly. I took it off when Ed and I migrated to Brew Works to meet Chris K., Jen, Rice, and some other people. I had to laugh- Jen was wearing the same thing she wore at the last Halloween party I saw her at. Which, I am pretty sure, was 4 years ago. She pulls off pirate wench better than any other woman I know.
We had a little bit of an issue at Brew Works- Manoj and my cohorts apparently had a falling out before, so a few people didn't end up coming to Club Grooove with us.
Oh, Club Grooove.....I hadn't been there since it was Club Red. Yeah, I danced my ass off. Chris K. wandered off, ending up at Friends, where Jen ended up, as well. Ed and I danced the night away, until we got way too sweaty. I love dancing to salsa and hip hop, which might seem odd, because I'm more of a punk-folk-jazz girl, but those beats......these hips were made to dance.
Interesting point of the evening- I was dancing, and this girl I had met at the Brew Works was dancing in front of me, which honestly, whatever, people dance, but, she said hi, and I said, hi, my name is Kit, and she said something back, which I thought was a mispronunciation of "Kit", but it wasn't, it was a compliment, and then I felt awkward. REGARDLESS. Ed is crazy fun to dance with, as is Chris H. and Lauren V. Awesome!!!
So, from Grooove, we headed on to Friends, where Chris and Jen were. They were at capacity, which was fine, so we planned on heading to the Home Plate to meet up with Carlson and Liam. Jen went home, and Chris followed us to the Plate.
Morty was flashing last cal when we pulled up, and the Plate was full of the usual suspects- Liam and Jarrett and Frank, Carlson, Sprague and Derek, and a bunch of typical 20 somethings. Didn't see Belland, which was sad, but soon. We rounded up the crew and gave them directions back to Christen's as it was only 2, and the party was still raging forth, which I had discovered when Rob sent me a text saying "Come back! Beer pong!"
Upon arriving back to Christen's, with Chris K. in tow, Ed was the chalk outline of the party. Ha. That was supposed to be a joke. Becky Kelly was there, as was Lindsey Robitaille, both awesome. Becky and I partnered up for beer pong, and we conquered. See, I never really got to play beer pong in school, so, playing it makes me feel like I'm picking up what I missed out on. Unfortunately, the first round I had played, I was scolded because I wasn't drinking, and it is a drinking game. Oops.
We laughed and drank and had a fun time. In the end, Rob D. drove me home, and we sat outside of my house and talked for a long time. That kid, honestly, I don't know how he isn't married, with kids. He's a true blue guy, but it seems like girls don't really give him the chance. That, or they walk all over him. I've witnessed the latter.
Viking hat atop my head, I walked into my house after 6 a.m. and proceeded to make coffee and breakfast. Pop came down and we had a lengthy discussion, AGAIN, about me going to Nablus. He really is trying to understand, and I can appreciate that, but I don't want to have the same conversation every day until I leave.
Hmmm. Yeah, that about wraps it up. Smitty, surprisingly, was in town last night, dressed in blue and red (I think) bubble wrap. So many people I haven't seen in a while, yet I still felt like there was someone missing from the whole evening.
Haha.....oh, Halloween. Pretty sure last night was the first Halloween that I wasn't THE designated driver. Yes. Yes. In the last 4 years. UHmazing.
Playlist in the spirit of not being hungover, having a blast, and Ed and Christen enjoying my anise cookies.
SNL- Dick-in-a-box
Aaliyah- I Miss You
Outkast- Hey Ya
Madonna- Like a Prayer
Cyndi Lauper- Girls Just Want to Have Fun
Radiohead- High and Dry
Def Leppard- Love Bites
Kris Delmhorst- Blue Adeline
Paramore covering Kings of Leon- Use Somebody
Julia Nunes covering Del Amitri- Tell Her This
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
All Hallow's Eve.....Eve.
I made a ton of anise cookies for Christen's party- enough, in fact, that I think I may deliver some to Shani and Amelia if I can get downtown.
Tonight is all about Halloween, I suppose. Not thinking I was actually going to go anywhere this Friday night, I didn't really plan out a costume. Still, I have many options, just in my wardrobe. With my scrubs and stethescope, I can be an intern. With my leather jacket and motorcycle boots, I can be a biker. With my suspenders and some hair gel, I can be a punk rocker.
It's rather odd when things you wear/wore almost every day can be considered Halloween costumes.
In other news, there is a small bat sleeping (seemingly) on the small of my back. Also, not actually sure if the bat is small, it just looks smaller than most of the bats we have around here. Note to self: either clean the chimney out or seal it off.
The Shondes- Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow
Tonight is all about Halloween, I suppose. Not thinking I was actually going to go anywhere this Friday night, I didn't really plan out a costume. Still, I have many options, just in my wardrobe. With my scrubs and stethescope, I can be an intern. With my leather jacket and motorcycle boots, I can be a biker. With my suspenders and some hair gel, I can be a punk rocker.
It's rather odd when things you wear/wore almost every day can be considered Halloween costumes.
In other news, there is a small bat sleeping (seemingly) on the small of my back. Also, not actually sure if the bat is small, it just looks smaller than most of the bats we have around here. Note to self: either clean the chimney out or seal it off.
The Shondes- Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Guess who's going to Gaza?
That's right- March through August. Woot!
I need to review a bunch of material they sent me, but I thought I'd lead off with a playlist:
Beulah- Popular Mechanics for Lovers
Dios Malos- You Got Me All Wrong
Sufjan Stevens- To Be Alone With You
OK, well, that was short, but the last song led me to some weird brain association. I know other people do this, but look at me insanely when I try to explain it- like, you could see a license plate with the letter T in it and think of a dog you had when you were little who was tied up to a laundry rope stand shaped like a t, and in turn that dog makes you think about growing up, people you hung out with in high school, college, and unintentionally, makes you single one of those people out with memories separate from the original thought.
It makes sense, I swear.
So, Sufjan Stevens made me think of Super-Jess which made me think of concerts in Northampton which led to thinking about LP hunting with Abby which made me think of living on Bartlett Ave. in Pittsfield which made me think of Rach who had just texted me, which sort of threw me for a loop and made me think of Diana Krall which made me think of concerts again, which led me back to Super-Jess. A complete thought, and all within a second. Words make it take longer.
ANYway. I got pretty tired of the learning software that came today. Seriously wishing you could learn Arabic and Hebrew through osmosis. Just had a lengthy chat with Liam, which he made about my love/lack of a love life. Haha. He's like a boxing coach......always in my corner, trying to psych me up for the match. I love him to pieces, but we don't really see eye to eye on the whole...I personally don't want to just sleep with people thing. I mean, props to people who can, and hey, maybe I'm defective, but I just can't swing like that.
Again, I stray from my main topic, which is Palestine, and my future involvement of living in an occupied state. I will be flying into Tel Aviv on March 15th, and returning at the beginning of September. I'm pretty terrified of flash grenades and tear gas, or at least the prospect of it. It's time, though. I've been bitching and preaching about Gaza long enough. Ever since Lana was killed, I've eased up, but when I found this program , I knew what I had to do. After two applications and three phone interviews, I heard about my acceptance this past Monday. I can't even start to explain how good I feel about this.
Haha, regardless of live fire and bombs and curfew and godknowswhatelse I read in the handbook. Probably will post snippets of the handbook on here, it gets amusing. Like, here, a snippet, then a snippet playlist.
Number 6 is pretty hilarious. I had to post it on Facebook, too. In case you can't read it, it says:
"It is best not to wear sandals. You will be walking over rocks and broken glass and Molotov cocktails usually burst into flames on the ground."
I think this is funny for several reasons- a) it is the Holy Land, and you can't wear sandals. B) The fact that they are nixing sandals because of Molotov cocktails. I find it amusing.
Oh, dear. Time for music.
Tom Jones covering Prince- Kiss
OK, admit it, that song was funny enough.
I need to review a bunch of material they sent me, but I thought I'd lead off with a playlist:
Beulah- Popular Mechanics for Lovers
Dios Malos- You Got Me All Wrong
Sufjan Stevens- To Be Alone With You
OK, well, that was short, but the last song led me to some weird brain association. I know other people do this, but look at me insanely when I try to explain it- like, you could see a license plate with the letter T in it and think of a dog you had when you were little who was tied up to a laundry rope stand shaped like a t, and in turn that dog makes you think about growing up, people you hung out with in high school, college, and unintentionally, makes you single one of those people out with memories separate from the original thought.
It makes sense, I swear.
So, Sufjan Stevens made me think of Super-Jess which made me think of concerts in Northampton which led to thinking about LP hunting with Abby which made me think of living on Bartlett Ave. in Pittsfield which made me think of Rach who had just texted me, which sort of threw me for a loop and made me think of Diana Krall which made me think of concerts again, which led me back to Super-Jess. A complete thought, and all within a second. Words make it take longer.
ANYway. I got pretty tired of the learning software that came today. Seriously wishing you could learn Arabic and Hebrew through osmosis. Just had a lengthy chat with Liam, which he made about my love/lack of a love life. Haha. He's like a boxing coach......always in my corner, trying to psych me up for the match. I love him to pieces, but we don't really see eye to eye on the whole...I personally don't want to just sleep with people thing. I mean, props to people who can, and hey, maybe I'm defective, but I just can't swing like that.
Again, I stray from my main topic, which is Palestine, and my future involvement of living in an occupied state. I will be flying into Tel Aviv on March 15th, and returning at the beginning of September. I'm pretty terrified of flash grenades and tear gas, or at least the prospect of it. It's time, though. I've been bitching and preaching about Gaza long enough. Ever since Lana was killed, I've eased up, but when I found this program , I knew what I had to do. After two applications and three phone interviews, I heard about my acceptance this past Monday. I can't even start to explain how good I feel about this.
Haha, regardless of live fire and bombs and curfew and godknowswhatelse I read in the handbook. Probably will post snippets of the handbook on here, it gets amusing. Like, here, a snippet, then a snippet playlist.
"It is best not to wear sandals. You will be walking over rocks and broken glass and Molotov cocktails usually burst into flames on the ground."
I think this is funny for several reasons- a) it is the Holy Land, and you can't wear sandals. B) The fact that they are nixing sandals because of Molotov cocktails. I find it amusing.
Oh, dear. Time for music.
Tom Jones covering Prince- Kiss
OK, admit it, that song was funny enough.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Writer's block and leftover love songs
Blurgh.
I just played guitar for the last two hours, and nothing, yes, NOTHING new came out of my fingertips. Also, nothing new came out of me. At all. Honestly, if you gave me something silly to write a song about, I could do it. I'm good with rhymes, times, things like that, whatever, no problem. If I actually try to do as other people do, and write from my head or heart, it's so much more difficult. It's almost painful to feel so many things and not be able to get them out.
I learned how to play "Oh, It Is Love" by Hellogoodbye and just played a ton of Elliott (who is currently playing on my iTunes). The earlier version of Miss Misery (New Moon) is pretty excellent. Le sigh.....what else?
Oh, haha. So, yesterday was my birthday. I was all pumped to have cooking night with Super Jess, but rainchecked on that so I could be around for A-dog. A-dog went far, far away. I ended up going to the Forge with Caitlin, and ended up participating in the keg toss. The place was a little too crowded for my liking, and Cait's, so we spent most of it outside. All in all, an alright day, but still sad not to having baking time. I am such a freak.
Tomorrow is Monday? Why does that seem weird? I really wish it were next Monday....I need to get my car fixed, and am slightly relieved to be getting away for a few days. Granted, I'm now booked solid for my entire duration of Boston happy funtimes, but hey. Whatever. And I get to move in with Parker next Tuesday! Nice. Again, blurgh, as my arm is very sore, and I am cranky, and honestly, why do people text me when they see Libby out at a club? It is not a surprising thing that she is there, and also, I do not live in Rochester or Boston or Brooklyn, so what the hell do I care? I don't mean to sound heartless, but I don't want to hear about her. Really. She has opted to not be a part of my life, and not being part of my life means, you know. Not. Blecch.
I'm going to stop whining and make a playlist now. Yeah? Yeah. Also.......still in some trouble.
(I decided to start linking to YouTube because IMEEM requires a membership.)
Hellogoodbye- Oh, It Is Love
10cc- I'm Not in Love
Barry White- Can't Get Enough of Your Love
Vivian Green- No Sittin' By the Phone
Phish covering ZZ Top- Jesus Left Chicago
Louis XIV- Air Traffic Control
Spacehog- In the Meantime
Everclear- Santa Monica
Green Day- Pulling Teeth
Julia Nunes- L-O-V-E
Oh, Julia. Yay! Didn't even notice that she had that up around Valentine's Day.
I just played guitar for the last two hours, and nothing, yes, NOTHING new came out of my fingertips. Also, nothing new came out of me. At all. Honestly, if you gave me something silly to write a song about, I could do it. I'm good with rhymes, times, things like that, whatever, no problem. If I actually try to do as other people do, and write from my head or heart, it's so much more difficult. It's almost painful to feel so many things and not be able to get them out.
I learned how to play "Oh, It Is Love" by Hellogoodbye and just played a ton of Elliott (who is currently playing on my iTunes). The earlier version of Miss Misery (New Moon) is pretty excellent. Le sigh.....what else?
Oh, haha. So, yesterday was my birthday. I was all pumped to have cooking night with Super Jess, but rainchecked on that so I could be around for A-dog. A-dog went far, far away. I ended up going to the Forge with Caitlin, and ended up participating in the keg toss. The place was a little too crowded for my liking, and Cait's, so we spent most of it outside. All in all, an alright day, but still sad not to having baking time. I am such a freak.
Tomorrow is Monday? Why does that seem weird? I really wish it were next Monday....I need to get my car fixed, and am slightly relieved to be getting away for a few days. Granted, I'm now booked solid for my entire duration of Boston happy funtimes, but hey. Whatever. And I get to move in with Parker next Tuesday! Nice. Again, blurgh, as my arm is very sore, and I am cranky, and honestly, why do people text me when they see Libby out at a club? It is not a surprising thing that she is there, and also, I do not live in Rochester or Boston or Brooklyn, so what the hell do I care? I don't mean to sound heartless, but I don't want to hear about her. Really. She has opted to not be a part of my life, and not being part of my life means, you know. Not. Blecch.
I'm going to stop whining and make a playlist now. Yeah? Yeah. Also.......still in some trouble.
(I decided to start linking to YouTube because IMEEM requires a membership.)
Hellogoodbye- Oh, It Is Love
10cc- I'm Not in Love
Barry White- Can't Get Enough of Your Love
Vivian Green- No Sittin' By the Phone
Phish covering ZZ Top- Jesus Left Chicago
Louis XIV- Air Traffic Control
Spacehog- In the Meantime
Everclear- Santa Monica
Green Day- Pulling Teeth
Julia Nunes- L-O-V-E
Oh, Julia. Yay! Didn't even notice that she had that up around Valentine's Day.
Friday, October 23, 2009
The night may not be young, but I am.
Can I just swerve away from the normal banter that I usually start carrying on and just express how much I love dogs? I went to Caitlin's house last night, and her dog- a 4 1/2 year old rescued pit bull that endured Hurricane Katrina- made me remember just how much I do, indeed, love dogs. They want to play, have their bellies rubbed, and yeah, they might poop on the carpet because of separation anxiety, but they are dogs- it happens. You pick it up, clean the floor, and hang out with your dog. Love dogs.
Anyway. The service for Allison's mother was this evening. She seemed surprised to see me there. How could I not be there? Maybe she just thought I didn't know. I didn't want to leave her, she said she didn't know half of the people there, and her father showed up, which is awkward, because her mother was not even close to a fan of him, nor was she. I know she is a strong person, but I also know what it's like to go through that, and yeah, you can be strong, but it's still going to wreck you. She said she was feeling numb, which makes perfect sense. I just wish I could do something more proactive for her. She is a really great person, and like I said before, her mother raised her, so she gets credit, too. When the alternator in my car went today, I burst into tears. I was angry. Not about the car- that is just annoying. I was angry that this happens, and yes, I understand that we have the cycle of life and death, and it is better for people to die when they are suffering than to live just to make other people not feel the loss just yet. But anger- not my strongest suit, and only apparent in grieving- struck hard today. Anger toward cancer, anger toward the inevitable bad things happening to good people. It isn't directed at any person or entity, it just is what it is; anger. A frustration with life, because sometimes life is what seems to be unfair. Anger that this is happening in Allison's life.
I didn't know what to say, other than an awkward happy birthday. Really good to see her, sadly because of this. Maybe I can make her some cannoli or pizelle, or we can go on a cocoa run. I don't know. Nothing will help, but at least it won't hurt any more?
What else. Hmm. Didn't sleep much last night. At all. Really. I saw my doctor yesterday- she was very helpful in trying to get me into another Neurology office, but in Springfield. Yikes. 45 minutes from Lee. She is very supportive, I like her- she talks to me like I am a peer, which, I suppose, isn't exactly professional, but still nice. She also told me that she sent my records to my recruiter- which, also, obviously, I am having second and third thoughts about......I told Caitlin about it, and she countered me with volunteering in Haiti. I am not opposed to going with her to Haiti, but her saying that reminded me of my application for volunteer work in the West Bank, which I appreciate. Sometimes, I lose sight of things. Maybe I will go to Haiti next year.
Rawr. So. Yeah. Still haven't rid myself of crushing. But that's OK. I'll just mask it with....a good playlist.
Music is proverbial duct tape.
The Beta Band- Dry the Rain
Billie Holiday- Let's Call a Heart a Heart
Nina Simone- I Want A Little Sugar in My Bowl
No and the Maybes- Monday
City and Colour- Sleeping Sickness
The Flaming Lips- Yoshimi Battles the Robots Part 1
Ben Harper- She's Only Happy in the Sun
Gossip- Swing Low
Howling Bells- Cities Burning Down Again
Jennifer Gentle- I Do Dream You
Awesome, it's half past midnight. I am officially 26 years old. Awkward.
Anyway. The service for Allison's mother was this evening. She seemed surprised to see me there. How could I not be there? Maybe she just thought I didn't know. I didn't want to leave her, she said she didn't know half of the people there, and her father showed up, which is awkward, because her mother was not even close to a fan of him, nor was she. I know she is a strong person, but I also know what it's like to go through that, and yeah, you can be strong, but it's still going to wreck you. She said she was feeling numb, which makes perfect sense. I just wish I could do something more proactive for her. She is a really great person, and like I said before, her mother raised her, so she gets credit, too. When the alternator in my car went today, I burst into tears. I was angry. Not about the car- that is just annoying. I was angry that this happens, and yes, I understand that we have the cycle of life and death, and it is better for people to die when they are suffering than to live just to make other people not feel the loss just yet. But anger- not my strongest suit, and only apparent in grieving- struck hard today. Anger toward cancer, anger toward the inevitable bad things happening to good people. It isn't directed at any person or entity, it just is what it is; anger. A frustration with life, because sometimes life is what seems to be unfair. Anger that this is happening in Allison's life.
I didn't know what to say, other than an awkward happy birthday. Really good to see her, sadly because of this. Maybe I can make her some cannoli or pizelle, or we can go on a cocoa run. I don't know. Nothing will help, but at least it won't hurt any more?
What else. Hmm. Didn't sleep much last night. At all. Really. I saw my doctor yesterday- she was very helpful in trying to get me into another Neurology office, but in Springfield. Yikes. 45 minutes from Lee. She is very supportive, I like her- she talks to me like I am a peer, which, I suppose, isn't exactly professional, but still nice. She also told me that she sent my records to my recruiter- which, also, obviously, I am having second and third thoughts about......I told Caitlin about it, and she countered me with volunteering in Haiti. I am not opposed to going with her to Haiti, but her saying that reminded me of my application for volunteer work in the West Bank, which I appreciate. Sometimes, I lose sight of things. Maybe I will go to Haiti next year.
Rawr. So. Yeah. Still haven't rid myself of crushing. But that's OK. I'll just mask it with....a good playlist.
Music is proverbial duct tape.
The Beta Band- Dry the Rain
Billie Holiday- Let's Call a Heart a Heart
Nina Simone- I Want A Little Sugar in My Bowl
No and the Maybes- Monday
City and Colour- Sleeping Sickness
The Flaming Lips- Yoshimi Battles the Robots Part 1
Ben Harper- She's Only Happy in the Sun
Gossip- Swing Low
Howling Bells- Cities Burning Down Again
Jennifer Gentle- I Do Dream You
Awesome, it's half past midnight. I am officially 26 years old. Awkward.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Interconnectivity and death?
I just read this maybe ten minutes ago.
I discovered this tragedy because Allison and I have the same birthday. I decided to go to her Facebook page to leave her a little Happy Birthday message, and saw that a tragedy had occurred. I was also looking at the dates and ages and things....so strange. Same age as mama when she died, same illness, and she died on mama's birthday. Just reading it over, my eyes well up with tears. It might be a grieving thing, but when someone loses a parent or a child, I generally get very angry- or what I assume anger is, which is unharnessed hatred that is not directed at anyone. I do understand that there needs to be birth and death, I really do, but when the death part comes, it always feels so unfair. Not always, that is a lie- sometimes it seems like the right time. But even when I've seen people suffering, I couldn't help but to selfishly hope they would live just a bit longer, because the idea of losing them had always been unthinkable.
Allison is very bright, very wonderful. She is living in Brooklyn still, she found a nice studio. She's a really good person. And I don't just mean that off-handedly, I mean, she is a really GOOD person. The sort of person that you wish the world had no negative effect on, ever, at all, even if it helps them learn things, because she really is that good of a person.
She was her mother's only child. It was just the two of them. Always. I remember when we were in high school and they lived in Williamstown, whenever I would ring the house I could never tell them apart.
I don't know what else to say. I can definitely make a playlist in her memory, though.
(not linking anything, as it's late)
Carly Simon- The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of
Jeff Buckley- Last Goodbye
Procol Harum- Whiter Shade of Pale
Deadeye Dick- Marguerite
The Decemberists- Yankee Bayonet
Ben Lee- Gamble Everything For Love
Kate Havnevik- Unlike Me (acapella version)
Colin Hay- I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You
Elliott Smith- Let's Get Lost
The Beach Boys- In My Room
Elton John- Goodbye Norma Jean
Lionel Ritchie- Lady
| Linda Lee Gomes | | |
| Linda Lee Gomes 1952 - 2009 PITTSFIELD Linda Lee Gomes, 57, of 100 Ryan Road in the Town of Washington, died Saturday, Oct. 17, at her home, surrounded by her loving family. Before moving to Washington two years ago, she had lived in Pittsfield. Born in Pittsfield, March 18, 1952, daughter of Evelyn Rheaume Cormier and the late Ernest Cormier, she was educated in Pittsfield schools. Mrs. Gomes was employed by Crane & Co., Inc., as an assembler in the Specialty Stationery Department in North Adams for eight years, leaving that position two years ago due to ill health. She enjoyed traveling and bird watching. Besides her mother of Pittsfield, Mrs. Gomes leaves a daughter, Allison L. Gomes of New York City; a sister, Sheila Darling and her husband, Mickey, of N.C.; six brothers, Richard Cormier and his wife, Jan, of Becket, David Cormier and his wife, Sandy, with whom Mrs. Gomes resided, Larry Cormier and his wife, Cindy, of Hinsdale, Thomas Cormier of Pittsfield, Philip Cormier of Pittsfield, and Daniel Cormier of Adams. FUNERAL NOTICE: Funeral services will be Friday, Oct. 23, at 7 p.m., at DERY-FOLEY FUNERAL HOME, with the Rev. Charles F. Young, Chaplain of HospiceCare in the Berkshires, officiating. Calling hours will precede the service from 4 to 7 p.m. In lieu of flowers, contributions in memory of Mrs. Gomes may be made to American Cancer Society or to HospiceCare in the Berkshires, both in care of the funeral home, 890 East Main Street, Dalton. | ||
I discovered this tragedy because Allison and I have the same birthday. I decided to go to her Facebook page to leave her a little Happy Birthday message, and saw that a tragedy had occurred. I was also looking at the dates and ages and things....so strange. Same age as mama when she died, same illness, and she died on mama's birthday. Just reading it over, my eyes well up with tears. It might be a grieving thing, but when someone loses a parent or a child, I generally get very angry- or what I assume anger is, which is unharnessed hatred that is not directed at anyone. I do understand that there needs to be birth and death, I really do, but when the death part comes, it always feels so unfair. Not always, that is a lie- sometimes it seems like the right time. But even when I've seen people suffering, I couldn't help but to selfishly hope they would live just a bit longer, because the idea of losing them had always been unthinkable.
Allison is very bright, very wonderful. She is living in Brooklyn still, she found a nice studio. She's a really good person. And I don't just mean that off-handedly, I mean, she is a really GOOD person. The sort of person that you wish the world had no negative effect on, ever, at all, even if it helps them learn things, because she really is that good of a person.
She was her mother's only child. It was just the two of them. Always. I remember when we were in high school and they lived in Williamstown, whenever I would ring the house I could never tell them apart.
I don't know what else to say. I can definitely make a playlist in her memory, though.
(not linking anything, as it's late)
Carly Simon- The Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of
Jeff Buckley- Last Goodbye
Procol Harum- Whiter Shade of Pale
Deadeye Dick- Marguerite
The Decemberists- Yankee Bayonet
Ben Lee- Gamble Everything For Love
Kate Havnevik- Unlike Me (acapella version)
Colin Hay- I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You
Elliott Smith- Let's Get Lost
The Beach Boys- In My Room
Elton John- Goodbye Norma Jean
Lionel Ritchie- Lady
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
It's a Sleater-Kinney kind of day.
I couldn't figure it out, but I have! Girlyman wasn't doing, nor was Nirvana, The National, Marvin Gaye, Verdi, Bikini Kill, Morphine, Anais......nada. And then Call The Doctor came on.....nice. Dig Me Out is the most appropriate album of the day.
So....in recent news. I did not drive to Wassaic this morning as planned, as nobody called. However, being awake at 7:30 a.m. turned out to be beneficial- my lovely lawyer called and I was able to say hello to newborn Bella! She was fussing through the entire call, but she still sounded absolutely adorable, can't wait to see her in November. I also attempted to record some music, but Audacity hates my face and decided to freeze up during a track duplication, so.......yuck. Talked to Parker about moving-in stuff; I might be living with two couples? Neat. Honestly, that's fine- more people to cook for :)
What else, what else.....I totally geeked it out at Amelia's last night, attacking her Macintosh with all of my knowledge and strength. She has an older G4, so trying to make it run faster really just consisted of deleting unused/unneeded programs and installing new flash components and drivers. Now the sound and video sync up! Next step.....converting her .aiff files to .mp3s, because .aiffs take up WAY too much space. I am such a tooly nerd. Going down to the Richmond house with her tomorrow to ready it up for tenants coming on Friday......it's good of her to make me feel useful. Also, October 24th is the Olde Forge's Octoberfest, and while I don't feel like sitting around drinking Guinness all day, Jessica Moulton will be participating in th ekeg toss- something I definitely need to witness. I guess the guys throw whole empty kegs, and the women throw empty quarter kegs. I could see throwing a quarter, but the whole kegs are far too hefty.
Today's agenda: finish this entry, do a little bit more packing, finish my laundry, go climbing up at the Bowl, shower, eat, play guitar, sleep.
Today's probable reality: finish this entry much later than ten minutes from now because a) i will get distracted and go for a run, or b) an adrenaline rush will push me out the door and up the mountain, and also, sleep.
.......and now for the playlist. Don't worry. Not just SK.
Sleater-Kinney- Modern Girl
totally called it. it's more than 12 hours later and i am too exhausted to compile a playlist. and sad. why? no idea. maybe i'm just tired. let's go with that.
buona sera.
So....in recent news. I did not drive to Wassaic this morning as planned, as nobody called. However, being awake at 7:30 a.m. turned out to be beneficial- my lovely lawyer called and I was able to say hello to newborn Bella! She was fussing through the entire call, but she still sounded absolutely adorable, can't wait to see her in November. I also attempted to record some music, but Audacity hates my face and decided to freeze up during a track duplication, so.......yuck. Talked to Parker about moving-in stuff; I might be living with two couples? Neat. Honestly, that's fine- more people to cook for :)
What else, what else.....I totally geeked it out at Amelia's last night, attacking her Macintosh with all of my knowledge and strength. She has an older G4, so trying to make it run faster really just consisted of deleting unused/unneeded programs and installing new flash components and drivers. Now the sound and video sync up! Next step.....converting her .aiff files to .mp3s, because .aiffs take up WAY too much space. I am such a tooly nerd. Going down to the Richmond house with her tomorrow to ready it up for tenants coming on Friday......it's good of her to make me feel useful. Also, October 24th is the Olde Forge's Octoberfest, and while I don't feel like sitting around drinking Guinness all day, Jessica Moulton will be participating in th ekeg toss- something I definitely need to witness. I guess the guys throw whole empty kegs, and the women throw empty quarter kegs. I could see throwing a quarter, but the whole kegs are far too hefty.
Today's agenda: finish this entry, do a little bit more packing, finish my laundry, go climbing up at the Bowl, shower, eat, play guitar, sleep.
Today's probable reality: finish this entry much later than ten minutes from now because a) i will get distracted and go for a run, or b) an adrenaline rush will push me out the door and up the mountain, and also, sleep.
.......and now for the playlist. Don't worry. Not just SK.
Sleater-Kinney- Modern Girl
totally called it. it's more than 12 hours later and i am too exhausted to compile a playlist. and sad. why? no idea. maybe i'm just tired. let's go with that.
buona sera.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
....and the night steals me away....
I have no actual words. Just music. So it goes.
Anni Rossi- Machine
Ash- A Life Less Ordinary
Deadeye Dick- Marguerite
Chris Garneau- Hands on the Radio
Cursive- The Recluse
Frightened Rabbit- Backwards Walk
Devics- Just One Breath
Get Set Go- Wait
Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova- When Your Mind's Made Up
Jason Lytle- Brand New Sun
Jenny Owens Young- Led to the Sea
Joie De Vivre- Ship Has Sailed
Alphabetical, I know, I suck right now. At least the music doesn't.
Anni Rossi- Machine
Ash- A Life Less Ordinary
Deadeye Dick- Marguerite
Chris Garneau- Hands on the Radio
Cursive- The Recluse
Frightened Rabbit- Backwards Walk
Devics- Just One Breath
Get Set Go- Wait
Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova- When Your Mind's Made Up
Jason Lytle- Brand New Sun
Jenny Owens Young- Led to the Sea
Joie De Vivre- Ship Has Sailed
Alphabetical, I know, I suck right now. At least the music doesn't.
Easy like Sunday morning....
.......I've definitely had easier Sunday mornings.
My twin sister and her fiancee came to the house around quarter after 10- oh, brunch. I suggested Brix, as I knew Amelia and Jay would be in the kitchen, and their culinary delights would please even the most critical tastebuds (belonging to my father, the chef) and the two artsy fartsy Southie lesbians that we were accompanying (my sister and her fiancee). Much to my chagrin, they complained about the wait, and though they enjoyed their brunch, said "Never again."
What the hell. Seriously?? You could go to Misty Moonlight and get some nasty eggs for 5 bucks that make you sick all day in less than twenty minutes, but reread that sentence and tell me why you wouldn't? Bastards.
Partway through the meal, I got antsy and snuck back into the kitchen- where were they? I then tiptoed out the backdoor to smoke a cigarette and found Amelia and Jay. Hooray. Hugs all around. Even during the meal, I saw quite a few friendly faces- Jay Elling, Jazu, Caity, James, Warren, Huck, Joad.....nice.
It might seem odd that I find breakfast to be slightly stressful. I suppose I should say breakfast with my "family". My sister seems to look down on me- a lot- which is awesome, because so does my father. Granted, I did not get my education traditionally (my sister attended a private college with a 5 year program to get an M. Ed.), nor was I a jock (I played pick-up soccer and in a few leagues, but couldn't make commitments due to my busy work/school schedule), and I certainly, CERTAINLY was never the kid on campus that everyone was buddies with- I was always in the lab, working, or in class, or at a lecture, or doing my 16 hours at Brigham and Women's. So, yeah, we're different, but I am still unsure of how this makes me less of a person.....in their eyes. Guess you can't spray paint a black sheep white?
ANYway. Feeling very off today. Ronnie just came home and praised yesterday's plethora of baked goods- he is my favorite critic. Even if he enjoys something thoroughly, he will tell me something he would have added or left out. Cousins are pretty great.
This entry's playlist revolves around several things puzzling me in my head right now. I will enter them in list form, as that is how I do.
1. I am a little sad that my hiking buddy never called. Or texted. I was really excited about hiking in the crisp air. I'll get over it.
2. I feel pretty lost without a camera. Just realizing this today.....possibly why I'm being so odd. Maybe it's just the concussion.
3. Pretty positive I have a minor crush on a friend, which needs to go away, hence the term, friend. Maybe it's just a music thing. Yeah. Let's go with that.
4. I had a dream (I have extremely vivid dreams), and Libby was in it, and I woke up feeling agitated. Fortunately, also in the dream, were people who were the furthest thing from her. Not bad overall, but I really wish she won't make another appearance in my slumber.
5. My birthday is at the end of the week, and I just want it to not exist.
OK. With all of that off of my chest, I will compile the playlist. Ahem. Yes.
City and Colour- The Girl
Azure ray- Across the Ocean
Kate Havnevik- Unlike Me
Ani Difranco- Marrow
Bright Eyes- First Day of My Life
Coldplay- Sparks
Joan Jett- Crimson and Clover
Sarah Vaughan- Tea for Two
Nirvana- All Apologies
Portishead- Biscuit
Sublime- Boss DJ
Cake- Friend is a Four Letter Word
Nuno Bettencourt- Crave
I can't do anymore right now.....enjoy!!
My twin sister and her fiancee came to the house around quarter after 10- oh, brunch. I suggested Brix, as I knew Amelia and Jay would be in the kitchen, and their culinary delights would please even the most critical tastebuds (belonging to my father, the chef) and the two artsy fartsy Southie lesbians that we were accompanying (my sister and her fiancee). Much to my chagrin, they complained about the wait, and though they enjoyed their brunch, said "Never again."
What the hell. Seriously?? You could go to Misty Moonlight and get some nasty eggs for 5 bucks that make you sick all day in less than twenty minutes, but reread that sentence and tell me why you wouldn't? Bastards.
Partway through the meal, I got antsy and snuck back into the kitchen- where were they? I then tiptoed out the backdoor to smoke a cigarette and found Amelia and Jay. Hooray. Hugs all around. Even during the meal, I saw quite a few friendly faces- Jay Elling, Jazu, Caity, James, Warren, Huck, Joad.....nice.
It might seem odd that I find breakfast to be slightly stressful. I suppose I should say breakfast with my "family". My sister seems to look down on me- a lot- which is awesome, because so does my father. Granted, I did not get my education traditionally (my sister attended a private college with a 5 year program to get an M. Ed.), nor was I a jock (I played pick-up soccer and in a few leagues, but couldn't make commitments due to my busy work/school schedule), and I certainly, CERTAINLY was never the kid on campus that everyone was buddies with- I was always in the lab, working, or in class, or at a lecture, or doing my 16 hours at Brigham and Women's. So, yeah, we're different, but I am still unsure of how this makes me less of a person.....in their eyes. Guess you can't spray paint a black sheep white?
ANYway. Feeling very off today. Ronnie just came home and praised yesterday's plethora of baked goods- he is my favorite critic. Even if he enjoys something thoroughly, he will tell me something he would have added or left out. Cousins are pretty great.
This entry's playlist revolves around several things puzzling me in my head right now. I will enter them in list form, as that is how I do.
1. I am a little sad that my hiking buddy never called. Or texted. I was really excited about hiking in the crisp air. I'll get over it.
2. I feel pretty lost without a camera. Just realizing this today.....possibly why I'm being so odd. Maybe it's just the concussion.
3. Pretty positive I have a minor crush on a friend, which needs to go away, hence the term, friend. Maybe it's just a music thing. Yeah. Let's go with that.
4. I had a dream (I have extremely vivid dreams), and Libby was in it, and I woke up feeling agitated. Fortunately, also in the dream, were people who were the furthest thing from her. Not bad overall, but I really wish she won't make another appearance in my slumber.
5. My birthday is at the end of the week, and I just want it to not exist.
OK. With all of that off of my chest, I will compile the playlist. Ahem. Yes.
City and Colour- The Girl
Azure ray- Across the Ocean
Kate Havnevik- Unlike Me
Ani Difranco- Marrow
Bright Eyes- First Day of My Life
Coldplay- Sparks
Joan Jett- Crimson and Clover
Sarah Vaughan- Tea for Two
Nirvana- All Apologies
Portishead- Biscuit
Sublime- Boss DJ
Cake- Friend is a Four Letter Word
Nuno Bettencourt- Crave
I can't do anymore right now.....enjoy!!
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Baby crazy? Baby, you make me crazy? No, no.
So, Mary is due tomorrow, and Theo does not seem like he wants to leave his nice, warm sac of amniotic fluid yet. She is to be induced on the day before my birthday, which, might I say, would be the best birthday present of all. Ever. Little Theo!!! We want to see you!! Come out!!
The "Let's Coax Theo Out of the Womb" Playlist. (It's all Rockabye Baby ;) )
Bohemian Rhapsody
Highway to Hell
Back in Black
Yellow Submarine
Hells Bells
Dear Prudence
Under Pressure
Debaser
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
We love you, Theo!! Come out and play with us!!!
Love always,
Auntie K
The "Let's Coax Theo Out of the Womb" Playlist. (It's all Rockabye Baby ;) )
Bohemian Rhapsody
Highway to Hell
Back in Black
Yellow Submarine
Hells Bells
Dear Prudence
Under Pressure
Debaser
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
We love you, Theo!! Come out and play with us!!!
Love always,
Auntie K
Feliz Cumpleanos...
.....on another note, I would like to take a moment to remember my mother on her birthday. Happy birthday, mama. I wicked miss playing Scrabble with you.
Stay classy, San Diego
So, I just slept literally for 13.5 hours, not including the several times I nodded off with Kelly and Linda were here. I mean, normally, I would be proud, but I literally had to force myself out of bed to eat something and make a pot of coffee. Also, not sure if the coffee is just doing nothing, or making me more tired......but coffee = love, so cup of Sumatra #2 is sitting next to me.
It was really awesome to see Curly and Lindyhawk (Kelly and Linda)- haven't seen them since.....I think August 3rd? Actually no, so Curly then, haven't seen Lindy since July 5th. Crazy. Curly is still living in Hull and Lindy is living in Quincy, and both are so incredibly miserable, so being out of there for a day seemed to help. That and homemade pizza and apple pie ;) These two are the kind of friends that really make miss living in Boston, it's really hard to live so far from people who feel like family.
In other news, the referral lady from Hillcrest Hospital never called back yesterday (big surprise), and I am actually starting to form a genuine concern about the safety of my brain. Granted, I am still going to go hiking today (though Gwen has not telephoned, I am adamant that I will get out into nature), and if everything persists and/or gets worse after that, I will go back to the ER and let them have at me, because man......red tape and all of that is just RIDICULOUS and unnecessary.
On the brighter side of life, I feel like I've had my catharsis and have moved through the phase of being any sort of upset about Libby- including that last little bump of "Wow, I really hope she figures out what the hell she's doing with her life." It was probably the visit from Curly and Lindy. There comes a time when you realize that you can love people so big and so hard, but no matter what, you can't change them for the better at all, nor can you help them change for the better if they refuse your help. So it goes. So, today, I'm feeling a bit of satisfaction, I suppose, in not caring so much about someone who is unwilling to change anything about her life because she is comfortable being financially dependent on her parents and refuses to find a job in any other field than the one for which she received an M. Ed. in. (Administration in Higher Education is a pretty refined field.)
In celebration of said catharsis, I am unsure of how this will currently affect my musical choices. I suppose it will be regular music that I listen to when I feel.........good. OK. Normal. Fine. Well. Actually......pretty damn good. I think I just need to see my Curlyhawk and have her tell me I look and awful lot like Frodo. She's like....more of a sister to me than my twin sister, and not to be insulting, much closer.
BAMF! Music para ti!!!
Beerjacket- Belong In
Amos the Transparent- Lemons aka Little Fish, Big Pond
Barzin- Stayed Too Long in This Place
Metric- Succexy
Rocky Votolato- I'll Catch You
Radiohead- Like Spinning Plates (was just remembering how much I enjoyed Radio and Juliet)
Camera Obscura- Suspended from Class
Azure Ray- Displaced
The Commodores- Easy
Shakira- Dia de Enero (couldn't find and online mp3 for this one :( phooey)
Minus the Bear- El Torrente
It was really awesome to see Curly and Lindyhawk (Kelly and Linda)- haven't seen them since.....I think August 3rd? Actually no, so Curly then, haven't seen Lindy since July 5th. Crazy. Curly is still living in Hull and Lindy is living in Quincy, and both are so incredibly miserable, so being out of there for a day seemed to help. That and homemade pizza and apple pie ;) These two are the kind of friends that really make miss living in Boston, it's really hard to live so far from people who feel like family.
In other news, the referral lady from Hillcrest Hospital never called back yesterday (big surprise), and I am actually starting to form a genuine concern about the safety of my brain. Granted, I am still going to go hiking today (though Gwen has not telephoned, I am adamant that I will get out into nature), and if everything persists and/or gets worse after that, I will go back to the ER and let them have at me, because man......red tape and all of that is just RIDICULOUS and unnecessary.
On the brighter side of life, I feel like I've had my catharsis and have moved through the phase of being any sort of upset about Libby- including that last little bump of "Wow, I really hope she figures out what the hell she's doing with her life." It was probably the visit from Curly and Lindy. There comes a time when you realize that you can love people so big and so hard, but no matter what, you can't change them for the better at all, nor can you help them change for the better if they refuse your help. So it goes. So, today, I'm feeling a bit of satisfaction, I suppose, in not caring so much about someone who is unwilling to change anything about her life because she is comfortable being financially dependent on her parents and refuses to find a job in any other field than the one for which she received an M. Ed. in. (Administration in Higher Education is a pretty refined field.)
In celebration of said catharsis, I am unsure of how this will currently affect my musical choices. I suppose it will be regular music that I listen to when I feel.........good. OK. Normal. Fine. Well. Actually......pretty damn good. I think I just need to see my Curlyhawk and have her tell me I look and awful lot like Frodo. She's like....more of a sister to me than my twin sister, and not to be insulting, much closer.
BAMF! Music para ti!!!
Beerjacket- Belong In
Amos the Transparent- Lemons aka Little Fish, Big Pond
Barzin- Stayed Too Long in This Place
Metric- Succexy
Rocky Votolato- I'll Catch You
Radiohead- Like Spinning Plates (was just remembering how much I enjoyed Radio and Juliet)
Camera Obscura- Suspended from Class
Azure Ray- Displaced
The Commodores- Easy
Shakira- Dia de Enero (couldn't find and online mp3 for this one :( phooey)
Minus the Bear- El Torrente
Friday, October 16, 2009
So excited, I just can't hide it
So, haven't slept a wink, due to the excitement that Curlyhawk and Lindyhawk are leaving Hull around.....nowish. To come here! To Western Mass! To visit me!!! I miss my Curlyhawk so much.
In other news, I am having issues with my hair. I really want to grow it out, but I miss having the frohawk. I want to be able to look at least a tiny bit professional......but I already have that tiny patch of hair shaved off of my head, and it's tempting. Ideas?? Any random strangers reading this blog at all? I can show you the difference.
This is me with hair like I have now. Minus the lip ring. And my fake boyfriend. Isn't he pretty? Such a great fake boyfriend!
This is the flophawk. Spiked, a mohawk. Unspiked, a frohawk.
HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
It's not easy bein' afro d'easy.
Billy Idol- Rebel Yell
The Anniversary- Sweet Marie
Bear vs Shark- Ma Jolie
Atom and His Package- Undercover Funny
Pat Benatar- Heartbreaker
Emily Haines- Reading in Bed
Redman- Creepin'
Lionel Ritchie- Hello
The Butchies- It's Over
Brett Dennen- She's Mine
Phantom Planet- So I Fall Again
Wow. Maybe that was too mixy. Icing the cranium and laying down for a while.....and wondering if Curly will cut the fro.
In other news, I am having issues with my hair. I really want to grow it out, but I miss having the frohawk. I want to be able to look at least a tiny bit professional......but I already have that tiny patch of hair shaved off of my head, and it's tempting. Ideas?? Any random strangers reading this blog at all? I can show you the difference.
This is the flophawk. Spiked, a mohawk. Unspiked, a frohawk.This isn't the longest, but ponytail length.
HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
It's not easy bein' afro d'easy.
Billy Idol- Rebel Yell
The Anniversary- Sweet Marie
Bear vs Shark- Ma Jolie
Atom and His Package- Undercover Funny
Pat Benatar- Heartbreaker
Emily Haines- Reading in Bed
Redman- Creepin'
Lionel Ritchie- Hello
The Butchies- It's Over
Brett Dennen- She's Mine
Phantom Planet- So I Fall Again
Wow. Maybe that was too mixy. Icing the cranium and laying down for a while.....and wondering if Curly will cut the fro.
Fail. I fail!!!
Total friendship fail.
Parker's birthday party was Sunday night, damn this concussed brain! Let me explain to you fine strangers the loveliness of Ms. Parker:
a) she is a wicked awesome, kick-ass friend.
b) she is my opposite drink buddy- she does g and t's, I do vodka and t's.
c) she is the funniest/craziest/firecrakery sparkplug I've met who went to MCLA.
d) she sure knows her music.
It was a 1920s themed party, which was awesome, I can't stress how awesome. Rob came with me, and that was cool, because I think my brother-friend should know Parker. Everyone should. Anyway, met a bunch of her friends, several of whom are more than pretty awesome. ALSO! We had an alcohol laden discussion about me renting the other bedroom in the apartment, which has turned into a sober discussion about me renting the other bedroom in the apartment. Sweet!
In other news, I feel like George Lopez is the only comedian with a sitcom that I adore. Other than Tina Fey. But she is a comedienne.
The "Happy Belated Birthday Parker Because Pretty Sure You're Birthday was September 30th and Your Party Was Columbus Day Eve Playlist of Doom", with Love From Kit.
Neutral Milk Hotel- In the Aeroplane Over the Sea (because that was the most awesome sing-a-long)
Kelly Clarkson- My Life Would Suck Without You
Weezer- In the Garage
My Morning Jacket- Mahgeetah
Shwayze- Buzzin
Snow Patrol- Crazy In Love
Harry Connick, Jr.- Wink and a Smile
The Dead Milkmen- Bitchin' Camaro
The Vapours- Turning Japanese
Incubus- Stellar
The Watson Twins- Just Like Heaven
The Pixies- Gigantic
Wow....that could have been done much better. Alas. Head. Issues. HAPPY BELATED, PARKER!!
Parker's birthday party was Sunday night, damn this concussed brain! Let me explain to you fine strangers the loveliness of Ms. Parker:
a) she is a wicked awesome, kick-ass friend.
b) she is my opposite drink buddy- she does g and t's, I do vodka and t's.
c) she is the funniest/craziest/firecrakery sparkplug I've met who went to MCLA.
d) she sure knows her music.
It was a 1920s themed party, which was awesome, I can't stress how awesome. Rob came with me, and that was cool, because I think my brother-friend should know Parker. Everyone should. Anyway, met a bunch of her friends, several of whom are more than pretty awesome. ALSO! We had an alcohol laden discussion about me renting the other bedroom in the apartment, which has turned into a sober discussion about me renting the other bedroom in the apartment. Sweet!
In other news, I feel like George Lopez is the only comedian with a sitcom that I adore. Other than Tina Fey. But she is a comedienne.
The "Happy Belated Birthday Parker Because Pretty Sure You're Birthday was September 30th and Your Party Was Columbus Day Eve Playlist of Doom", with Love From Kit.
Neutral Milk Hotel- In the Aeroplane Over the Sea (because that was the most awesome sing-a-long)
Kelly Clarkson- My Life Would Suck Without You
Weezer- In the Garage
My Morning Jacket- Mahgeetah
Shwayze- Buzzin
Snow Patrol- Crazy In Love
Harry Connick, Jr.- Wink and a Smile
The Dead Milkmen- Bitchin' Camaro
The Vapours- Turning Japanese
Incubus- Stellar
The Watson Twins- Just Like Heaven
The Pixies- Gigantic
Wow....that could have been done much better. Alas. Head. Issues. HAPPY BELATED, PARKER!!
Head trauma No. 2- the new Love Potion No. 9
Not to be confused with Chanel. Which always smells like cotton candy to me.
No, seriously, let me begin by apologizing to you, random person who stumbled upon my blog, where I have been since I baked that zucchini bread. The plague I thought I had turned out to be bad bunny allergies. Like.....wicked bad. When Theo is born, I am going to have to kidnap him away, because now I know just how allergic to Mary's little Ms. Sparksalot I am.
ANYway, back to that. Let's see. Thought I had the flu- negatory. That Friday night, I was supposed to hang out with Shauna and Josh, as Shauna had just arrived home for the weekend. However, Josh was planning on dumping her to chase after my friend Amanda (yeah, too bad that didn't work out, ya creeper), so my presence was not required, nor appropriate. I ended up having to check out a crumbling chimney in Richmond, and then drove down to GB to meet up with Gwen. She seems really great- very sweet, pleasant, not a lull or uninteresting moment in conversation. Pleasant. Speaking of pleasant, I was pleasantly surprised to see Smitty and McGee also at the bar. I sort of ended up embarrassing myself at the end of the night, and have concluded that if I am ever in a bar, I should have at least one alcoholic beverage, just as so to not be so.....nervous-geek, I suppose.
On to Saturday- aha. This gets juicy. I attended the one queer event in the county that didn't include Club Red, which was closed down years ago- Quite Queer. It was........odd. Maybe because I'm more like a gay rights sort of person and not like a gay pride sort of person.....I just wasn't feeling it. It was nice to see some very dear folks, and as always, great to be Najie's pseudo-date, but I ended up having a seizure on the steps of the Elks Lodge and smashing my head on the cement. Awesome. From there, I walked my friends Danielle and Jason to her house, where he fell asleep, and I rubbed her back as she expelled the tequila from that evening onto the patch of grass in her front yard. I then walked to my car, drove home and made a giant bowl of shrimp and pasta, not realizing that my noggin was bleeding.
My friend Matt soon after sent me a text message telling me to come over......I drove back into town and ended up having conversations until 8 a.m., slept a few hours, and left. It wasn't until I was talking to Jay at Dottie's that I realized there was dried blood in my hair, and that I should probably go home and take care of that.
Two nights later, I'm playing open mic with Eamonn and forgot how to play the mandolin. So I picked up the guitar......and realized I couldn't really remember anything that wasn't by Elliott Smith. That's when I drove to the hospital. Eamonn came down for a few hours and watched TV with me and killed time playing hangman. He is such a great dude. Anyway, CT scan was pretty clear, but I'm having issues with the Concussion Clinic. Yes. BMC has a Concussion Clinic.
Now it's Friday morning, and Josh won't talk to me because my friends don't want to sleep with him. Too bad for him. Curlyhawk and Lindy are allegedly coming to visit today. That is an exciting prospect. Also, high points of the week, just to clarify: coffee with Mary, Ryan, and Jess, the awesome CD Jess made me, last Friday night, hanging out with Jason and Yelli, going to see the Laramie Project Epilogue with Jess, and random ER hangman with Eamonn. Also, random texts/FB messages. Maybe not so random. Maybe I should just thank these people? Thanks, guys.
Here is a short playlist before I give you other news you may not want to hear:
Res- Tsunami (this is just a link to the video, no mp3 available, but I swear, you'll love it!)
OK, so, there is some playlist, and now, I talk a little more.
Seriously, if you're bothered, stop reading. You have that choice.
My father is sitting in the recliner I bought for him eating bread pudding. Bread pudding for breakfast? He is one funny, little old man. When Robbie came over, we turned on CNN to watch for breaking news on the balloon boy (still finding it funny that his name was Falcon) and Pop was quite amused.
"Did he think he could travel around the world, like in that book you girls used to read?"
No, Pop. Clearly this poor kid doesn't have enough reading materials. Unless he was pulling a Neverending Story in that attic, reading a giant book of doom and waiting for Falcor to save him from the Nothing. Falcon, Falcor. Makes sense. Dear god, there is now a bat next to me on the couch. AGAIN. I need to block off the chimney....
This head injury really has impacted me. I misspell things, which I never do, I am so anal about spelling and do nothing with punctuation and grammar and generally, yeah, I tend to not capitalize, but I would like to blame that on e.e. cummings for entering my life when I was taking penmanship classes and learning to use a word processor at home. Damn you, cummings.
Also, I forget what I am doing or saying in the middle, which has been pointed out, and is kind of embarrassing to admit. Yikes. Like, right now, I am more upset by the fact that I can't ride a motorcycle than by the fact that there is bleeding inside of my skull. I have never been injured on a motorcycle. I was burned slightly by an exhaust on a dirtbike when i was 11- that was all. Seriously. What the hell. I know it's already started snowing and everything, but I really like riding with dry roads and light snow.
OK, that Res song is stuck in my head now. You really need to listen to it. I heard it when that CD first came out- I think I was 18 going on 19. That song was literally stuck in my head until brain trauma of 2009 number one. I am not exactly sure if this is true, but I did experience 12 hours of something amnesiac, so I'm going to safely assume.
Here are the lyrics, I'm out until I have my morning coffee at the very least.
I feel so nice just when you're here
The reason why is not so clear
I knew the first time when you told me
I'd fall in love just as you'd hold me
And now I want to stay at your side tonight
I want to watch you as the sun lights up your eyes
I want to know when you wake first thing you see is me
You're all the things I prayed that I'd meet
[Chorus:]
Ride, ride this wave of mine
There're brighter things out on the other side
Ride, ride this wave of mine
I know that things are going to be alright
Moments they come and then they go
You'll feel so high and then before you know
I could of sworn our future was set in stone
But I guess some things it's just as well for God to know
So now I concentrate on turning wrong to right
I'm going to let go things I held inside so tight
I'm going to live and let forgive things said in spite
Clear out the smoke and usher in the light
The reason why is not so clear
I knew the first time when you told me
I'd fall in love just as you'd hold me
And now I want to stay at your side tonight
I want to watch you as the sun lights up your eyes
I want to know when you wake first thing you see is me
You're all the things I prayed that I'd meet
[Chorus:]
Ride, ride this wave of mine
There're brighter things out on the other side
Ride, ride this wave of mine
I know that things are going to be alright
Moments they come and then they go
You'll feel so high and then before you know
I could of sworn our future was set in stone
But I guess some things it's just as well for God to know
So now I concentrate on turning wrong to right
I'm going to let go things I held inside so tight
I'm going to live and let forgive things said in spite
Clear out the smoke and usher in the light
Thursday, October 1, 2009
I am officially sick
Try my zucchini bread. This and tea help me through the worst of colds.
1 1/2 cups sugar
1/2 cup vegetable oil
2 eggs
1 2/3 cups flour
1/2 tsp. cinnamon (put in more if you want stronger flavor)
1/2 tsp. nutmeg (put in more if you want stronger flavor)
3/4 tsp. salt
1 tsp. baking soda
1/3 cup water
about 1 cup (shredded) zucchini
Preheat oven to 350˚
Mix sugar and oil in large bowl. Add eggs and beat well. Add all dry ingredients and mix with water adding slowly. Mix until just combined, don't over mix. Fold in zucchini or bananas. Pour in a greased loaf pan and bake for 60 - 70 minutes. Check at 60 minutes. If still wobbly in center give it another 10 minutes. Cool completely. I like to store my loaf wrapped in foil, it keeps it super moist.
Soundtrack for cooking said bread:
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