Wednesday, October 31, 2012

..."His eyes have all the seeming"...

...of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadows on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
Now that's how you end a poem.
The Simpsons did a great job with Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven, featuring narration by the great James Earl Jones.
I'm excited to find it uploaded in full. - Enjoy, and have a safe and happy Halloween!

Sunday, October 28, 2012

...Lauryn Hill Did It Best...

I passed maybe three or four videos in a row that tried the same concept as Ms. Hill's Doo Wop (That Thing) video and none of them worked well for me.

They all just made me want to watch her video to see how it's really done.

Amazing how cool this still is.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

...It's Human Nature...

Round 2 looked like the Battle Challenge on The Voice

At the risk of sounding completely shallow I will admit to being mad that the Voice lost an hour to the presidential debate on Monday night.

I officially have election fatigue and so I wasn’t as attentive to the final debate as I had been with the others.  (Although you have to admit the V.P.  debate was good comedy; like the end of a dinner party where people did more drinking than eating.)

There was one moment on Monday night that caught my attention for sure.  It was Romney’s response to President Obama’s answer to the Libya- what happened/why/what next –question.

Well, my strategy's pretty straightforward, which is to go after the bad guys, to make sure we do our very best to interrupt them, to — to kill them, to take them out of the picture. But my strategy is broader than — than that. That's — that's important, of course, but the key that we're going to have to pursue is a — is a pathway to — to get the Muslim world to be able to reject extremism on its own. …

Maybe I misinterpreted, but it sounded to me that he said, “we have to get everyone to think alike for the greater, common good.”

Sounds like a cult to me.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

...It Gets You Down...

I’m still feeling a bit fragmented from some recent personal events, but you’re all good people so I know you will pardon me while I retrieve the bits and pieces.

I still don’t understand how something can be slow and still sudden or how the smallest thing, no matter how prepared for it you are, can obliterate. I suppose one day it’ll all make sense.

This song has been on my mind for awhile now. I understand there is some dispute about the lyrics and the meaning, but from what I know, it fits right now.

(Thanks to Radiojaba for the upload: Thom Yorke- Analyse)

A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility
In rolling reams across a screen
In algebra, in algebra

The fences that you cannot climb
The sentences that do not rhyme
In all that you can ever change
The one you're looking for

It gets you down
It gets you down

There's no spark
No light in the dark

It gets you down
It gets you down

You traveled far
What have you found
That there's no time
There's no time

To analyse
To think things through
To make sense

Like candles in the city, they never looked so pretty
By power cuts and blackouts
Sleeping like babies

It gets you down
It gets you down

You're just playing a part
You're just playing a part
You're playing a part
Playing a part

And there's no time
There's no time

To analyse

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

...That's Some Leap...

I tried to think of a time in my life where I had to step outside my comfort zone, really trust myself, trust the situation, and possibly trust others, and jump right in.

I couldn’t think of one.

I’m sure there has to have been one but I can’t recall it at the moment.

Plus it’s no secret that I’m more of the sort of gal who wades in slowly.

Years of being the back- up plan for the failed attempts of so many others and not really having anything outside of myself as a back -up plan for me tends to make one cautious. I don’t know which wears you down more- being landed on, or not having a place to land- but both can be pretty damaging if you experience them enough.

Sometimes I hate myself for it. Sometimes I’m glad I do it.

Still it must be nice to be able to take a deep breath, step into the majestic unknown, experience the excitement, the uncertainty, the exhilaration and the euphoria, then land coolly on your feet.

That’s some leap.

World perspective -

I catch my breath and then… I wish I may, I wish I might….

I’m still not there yet but it doesn’t mean I won’t ever be. As a good friend once said to me, “Too long in one spot will blister your keister!”

I get it. I promise. This is our lifetime.

Peaceful Journey, MMN, you sleep now. From this world to the next you will remain in our hearts.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

...And They Love It...

Funny how they don't like the taste but then go back for more.

And shame on us for being so amused by it.

(Babies taste lemons for the first time)

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

...Short People Got No Reason...

I always wonder what made him pick “short people” over any other group?

I sing that song all the time in the grocery store when I can’t get something from a top shelf but otherwise, I don’t consider myself short and don’t generally have a problem with my height.

I think a better group would have been introverts.

Introverts got no reason…

Okay it’s not as catchy but if you consider the world seems to encourage some sort of unofficial competition where the loudest, most obnoxious person takes the top prize then “introverts” seems more appropriate over “short people.” (Who by the way can be some of the loudest people, but I assume it’s because they have to be.)

For me, “loud” is tolerable. “Loud and wrong” is where you start to see me leave the room.

For example, there’s this lady at my job. So loud is this woman, she sounds like she’s on a bullhorn every time she speaks. No matter your question, she will have a loud, clear, assertive answer for you.

She will also usually be wrong, but she says it like it’s the gospel truth and everyone always believes it is.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

...I Couldn't Do It...

Check out this Shaolin Warrior Training video… and feel inadequate.


  • 20 mins: There are sit ups and then there are these
  • 37 mins: wouldn’t if I could, and then he hangs himself
  • 43 mins: can teeth lift weights? How strong do your teeth and gums have to be to do this?
  • 56 mins: but could he do it without the towels around the ropes?
  • 1h, 12mins: He’s number 1! He’s Number 1!
  • 1h, 19 mins: He could at least make it to Vegas Week on SYTYCD with that

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

...A Picture's Worth is Questionable...

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but I wonder.
I found some photos at my mom’s house that looked like they could have been taken by Gordon Parks or James Van Der Zee.

These pictures were all black and white or in sepia-tone. There were beautiful people with great smiles wearing stylish clothing and flawless make-up in unbelievable settings.
But these were real people that we knew. Family and their friends, some I recognized and some I didn’t. Most of these pictures were probably from the 50s or 60s, some earlier or later, but just guessing from the hair and clothing, the ages of some folks I recognized.

There were others that were much older. I found one of a group of kids that looked like it could have dated back to the Depression era. My mom didn’t know who any of them were and said that many of them had just been passed down over the years. 
Something happens to someone, and someone else inherits a big box of photos, and the stories they attempt to share.

While I was looking at the pictures, I wondered if the people in them had a clue about how amazing and fascinating their  life really was.
Probably not. Would anyone?

Do you?

I took it as a reminder to try to appreciate the now.
That which seems absurdly normal this minute could be absurdly otherwise some years from now.
It also made me wish I had known them and had the opportunity to speak with them. A few of them are still alive but much, much older and not really where I can reach them.

I asked my mom to make a journal, using the photographs and writing anything she could remember about the picture or the people in it so we would never forget.
A picture all by itself no matter how amazing is only revealing but so much.

I commented on a few pictures of the same couple, holding drinks and holding hands, smiling and smooching.
My mom confirmed that they were a mostly happy couple. So happy together that one was often miserable when they were apart. Most likely because the other one was married to someone else.

Pictures are pretty cool, but contrary to popular opinion they say a lot less than we wish they would.
With all the complexities captured about a still moment in time, you can’t really tell someone’s story in a thousand words.

I mean, you could, but odds are it wouldn’t be enough.

Seems appropriate… Jamiroquai – Stillness in Time

Someone’s favorite song… Hank Williams, Jr. – Your Cheatin’ Heart

Mozez – Feel Free