I read PostSecret every week. This week, there's a little movie. A way to visualize that we all have our own shit to deal with. Sometimes it makes me feel better to know that my burdens are so insignificant in comparison, and sometimes I see something on there I can relate to. I think I like it so much because it's a reminder that we are all, in some way, connected. The song in the background is lovely, too.
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Well, too bad, because they're not ready yet. Well, I'm sure they're ready, as they are sitting in the camera, all too happy to be extracted into my computer, or else in my sister's camera, ready to be emailed to me...but that's where they all still are (mostly), so you'll have to wait. Ok, you can have just this one for now.
You would think that a non-morning-type like myself would be opposed to having a small pinkish human in her home, waking up at all ungodly hours before 10am, but people, really. When you are awoken each morning to that face staring back at you, I dare you to try to be cranky. It's just not happening. And the noises..the funny, giggly, babbling nonsense makes it just unfairly cute, and then before you know it, you're fully awake at 7am, sans coffee even, and you're happy about it. It's really a little scary. Don't get me wrong, there was plenty of coffee, just after she ate, because watching her laugh at the age-old "vroom vroom, open the garage" feeding trick was so enjoyable. I'm easily entertained.
I tried to convince my sister to just leave her here, but for some reason, she insisted on bringing her home. Waking up tomorrow sans munchkin head will kind of suck.
On a completely un-baby-related note, my sister and I went to go see my dad play in his band last night. I won't go into too much detail here about it, as that was (mostly) why my last blog was blown into the nether regions of the internets...too many details allowed some nosey people to google me out, leading to the family reading of the blog, and frankly, unless you all expect me to never speak about fun stuff like sex, that's not a good idea for anyone. I like to live in the suspended disbelief universe where my father never, ever envisions that I have ever, or ever will have sex (which these days isn't taking all that much suspended disbelief).
But I digress. The point of the band viewing was supposed to be..well..the band. And the band was good, as usual. What was even better were the dancers. Or the dancer, as it was. It's a doowop oldies sort of gig, so they get plenty of people of a certain age who cut the rug. Usually, it's cute, seeing these couples who have danced together for decades moving around the floor, but last night was special.
Kudos to the couple who made my night. Not only were you enthusiastic fans of the music...enough so that you brought your own accompaniment in the form of maracas, which clearly is an instrument lacking in the oldies genre...but the dancing... oh the dancing.
Not only did you take your Fred Astair lessons very seriously as a youngster, but you have since incorporated all sorts of fancy moves over the years. There were modern(ish) additions to your traditional moves, like some fast-paced vogue-ing, and a stuttering moonwalk. I definitely sensed some figure skating influence in your arm choreography, and let's not forget the hi kick, which was implemented even during some slow songs.
The most surprising of all those moves? They were executed by the man. It was sweet.
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Posted by elizabeth at 1:09 AM Labels: blogness, music, yogaI saw this cool thing where you can publish your iTunes iMix to your website (thanks Dan), and it reminded me that I made one ages ago. I created it when I was still with the ex, and that's pretty much all I need to say about it, since it really speaks volumes about my state of mind. See below:
Interestingness Do you feel like you can maybe take pictures sort of pretty well? Then don't go there, because it will be a startling realization that you have zero talent with the camera. Reload, reload, reload
Musical battle: Just cool
Has anyone witnessed this poker abomination?
It's been a fun week, sorry about the sporadic posting. Sunday night and last night were filled with good music, courtesy of Pearl Jam. I've been a huge fan for a long time, and I see them every time they tour. The number of shows is nearing the dozen mark, I think. At the risk of sounding like a biased superfan, I have to say, they get better every year. At last night's show, I was convinced (because it was so difficult to persuade me) to go to Saturday night's show as well. I couldn't think of a better way to spend a Saturday night. Well, going out with MWP is also good fun, but Pearl Jam trumps boys.
Speaking of MWP..quick man note: If you are suddenly called to another continent at the last minute for an emergency business thing, pause, take a breath, and pick up the phone to let any and all chicks you dig know that you will be MIA for a few days. The pattern of daily phone calls and text messages suddenly screeching to a halt is disconcerting and sketchy. Blah..suits. Apologies were made, all is well for the moment, but worth mentioning, as this is the sort of thing that gets filed under sketchy behavior and that stuff accumulates in a girl's head. That's enough about that.
Saturday's festivities seem to be shaping into seriously hard core party time, which is something I don't do often. Considering taking it easy tonight to save up party energy for tomorrow. We shall see where the day takes me.
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