Like a filtered reality
2004-04-22 09:39:44 ET

Top "Ten" Reads for 2004:

1. God-Shaped Hole - Tiffanie DeBartolo
2. Good People of New York - Thisbe Nissen
3. Out of the Girl's Room and Into the Night - Thisbe Nissen
4. Boy's Life - Robert McCammon
5. The Secret History - Donna Tartt
6. The Little Friend - Donna Tartt
7. The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
8. Important Things That Don't Matter - David Amsden
9. Wild At Heart - John Eldredge
10. Farewell to Arms - Ernest Hemingway
(11.)Lais of Marie De France - Glyn S. Burgess
(12.)Talk Before Sleep - Elizabeth Berg (Jen needs to read this one!)



Why I shouldn't read poetry
2004-04-21 10:21:20 ET

Reading poetry makes me think. I did myself in and got a Sharon Olds poetry book. Shouldn't I know better? Anyway, this one made me cry like a little girl. Why don't my poems ever work out this way?

The Knowing - Sharon Olds

"Afterwards, when we have slept, paradise-
comaed and woken, we lie a long time
looking at each other.

I do not know what he sees, but I see
eyes of surpassing tenderness
and calm, a calm like the dignity
of matter. I love the open ocean
blue-grey-green of his iris, I love
the curve of it against the white,
that curve the sight of what has caused me
to come, when he's quite still, deep
inside me. I have never seen a curve
like that, except the earth from outer
space. I don't know where he got
his kindness without self-regard,
almost without self, and yet
he chose one woman, instead of the others.

By knowing him, I get to know
the purity of the animal
which mates for life. Sometimes he is slightly
smiling, but mostly he just gazes at me gazing,
his entire face lit. I love
to see it change if I cry--there is no worry,
no pity, no graver radiance. If we
are on our backs, side by side,
with our faces turned fully to face each other,
I can hear a tear from my lower eye
hit the sheet, as if it is an early day on earth,
and then the upper eye's tears
braid and sluice down through the lower eyebrow
like the invention of farmimg, irrigation, a non-nomadic people.

I am so lucky that I can know him.
This is the only way to know him.
I am the only one who knows him.

When I wake again, he is still looking at me,
as if he is eternal. For an hour
we wake and doze, and slowly I know
that though we are sated, though we are hardly
touching, this is the coming the other
coming brought us to the edge of--we are entering,
deeper and deeper, gaze by gaze,
this place beyond the other places,
beyond the body itself, we are making love."



Just to be spiteful
2004-04-21 10:06:41 ET

I feel like driving to Baltimore, sitting on the curb in some random spot and waiting for it to rain . . .why? Just to be spiteful.

Preserving what's left
2004-04-20 09:45:35 ET

*** Self-Preservation ***

Breakfast, sat on a Japanese mattress
Getting this happy takes practice
The world would be duller without us
Blacklist anyone who tries to attack this
They can say what they like but the fact is
They know nothing about us

And, yeah, we're a mess
But let me just stress
That we're both at our best in a tight spot
And whatever comes next
If we leave the nest
Don't settle for less than what we've got

Dive in: the summer is good to be alive in
Your boat was a long time arriving
And it's been a while since I kissed you
Timing: the temperature's high and it's climbing
How did I find the bind I'm in?
You haven't gone but I miss you

And, yeah, we're a mess
But let me just stress
That we're both at our best in a tight spot
And whatever comes next
If we leave the nest
Don't settle for less than what we've got
And right, here's what's left
And we've worked with less
I just don't get where the lines stop
Keep your cards pressed up close to your chest
And they'll never guess the hand we've got

Blacklist anyone who tries to attack this
They can say what they like but the fact is
They know nothing about us

-The (venerable) Lucksmiths

*** Dave And Mary ***

Dave and Mary quite contrary live in a council block.
High in the sky, they wonder why
They have to strenghthen their front door lock.
They're living on dreams and custard creams
And laying awake at nite.
Living in fear like all the old dears.
Something just ain't right.

Though he looks quite old, he's only twenty three.
He's the father of a boy and a girl you see.
He scrimps and saves on his pittance of pay.
Just to keep his old woman at bay.

Dave and Mary, Dave and Mary Jones.
Dave and Mary, Dave and Mary Jones.

Well, the world's full of Dave and Marys,
but what have they done wrong?
They tried too hard, they've been mentally scarred,
they're singing the same old song.
The story of Dave and Mary is a typical tragedy.
The only things they've got left in life,
are the kids and an old Capri.

She looks a mess in her tattty old dress.
She never wears make-up, she couldn't care less.
The baby was born on the day she left school.
She doesn't believe in nothing at all.

Dave and Mary, Dave and Mary Jones.
Dave and Mary, Dave and Mary Jones.

-Hotknives


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Any day of the week would do just fine
2004-04-19 09:42:24 ET

Come Monday

"Headiní up to san francisco
For the labor day week-end show
Iíve got my hush-puppies on
I guess I never was meant for glitter rock and roll
And honey I didnít know
That Iíd be missiní you so

Chorus:
Come monday, itíll be all right
Come monday, Iíll be holdiní you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown l. a. haze
And I just want you back by my side

Yes, itís been quite a summer
Rent-a-cars and west-bound trains
And now youíre off on vacation
Somethiní you tried to explain
And darliní, since I love you so
Thatís the reason I just let you go

Chorus:
Come monday, itíll be all right
Come monday, Iíll be holdiní you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown l. a. haze
And I just want you back by my side

I canít help it honey
Youíre that much a part of me now
Remember that night in montana
When we said thereíd be no room for doubt

I hope youíre enjoyiní the sceníry
I know that itís pretty up there
We can go hikiní on tuesday
With you Iíd walk anywhere
California has worn me quite thin
I just canít wait to see you again

Chorus:
Come monday, itíll be all right
Come monday, Iíll be holdiní you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown l. a. haze
And I just want you back by my side"

-Jimmy Buffet 1974

Haiku, schmiku; I think I like you.
2004-04-19 09:30:28 ET

A "Haiku" - that I wrote.

An empty bed creaks sadly.
My arms ache for you.
In the dark, all is silent.

Come Away
2004-04-17 14:50:09 ET

"Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song

Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can't tempt us
With their lies

I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come

Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you

And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me"

- Norah Jones
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Amber Benson rocks my world
2004-04-17 14:47:41 ET

"My life is full of shit and the worst of it hasn't hit the fan yet."

I got nothing
2004-04-14 09:46:02 ET

Well, well, well . . .I sit down to write to tell you fine folks how I've been doing and can't think of a thing to say. I guess, I've gotten too caught up in the easiness of posting lyrics that express the moment. Well, whatever . . .
So, I come home last night from a rollicking symphony rehearsal and find my sister camped out at my kitchen table. Incidently, she doesn't live with us anymore. But anyway, she was there and so had to be entertained for a while. As she was leaving, I turned on my computer and in a fit of far too much energy for anyone's own good, at least at the time of night that it was, decided to listen to the Bosstones whilst I did some work. This would have all worked out in a perfect, mundane, Tuesday night manner except that my dear mother (whom, my boyfriend ;o) thinks is old and complains a lot)came upstairs from bidding my sister goodbye, heard the music, pushed back the kitchen table and proceeded to swing dance with me -in the middle of the kitchen- until I could barely breathe. I'm still not sure what exactly it was that got into her. But it *was* fun.
Then, after this unexpected fun, I thought it might be time to call "the man" and apologize for being mad at him over something he had no control over. That didn't go over so good as he was all primed to defend himself and I side-swiped him by not being angry anymore. So 58 minutes and some seconds later, after we had continuously picked silly fights with one another, I finally got to go to bed. Whatever . . .Then, I couldn't fall asleep and consequently, I was very tired all day today. **sigh**

Oddly enough I can think of no appropriate lyrics to post with this blog . . .hrm . . . any suggestions?


"Tunnel vision is the enemy of good music. Whether it's jazz or punk or anything else, you have to fight against the purists who want to narrow the definition. That's what kills music because it stifles it to death." - Joe Strummer, 1952-2002
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Primitive fixations
2004-04-12 09:26:36 ET

So it's been a bizzaro past couple of days . . .
Every now and again, I post ridiculous lyrics . . .I just can't help myself...

Extraordinary - Liz Phair

You think that I go home at night
Take off my clothes, turn out the lights
But I burn letters that I write
To you, to make you love me

Yeah, I drive naked through the park
And run the stop sign in the dark
Stand in the street, yell out my heart
To make, to make you love me

I am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know me
I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho

You may not believe in me
But I believe in you
So I still take the trash out
Does that make me too normal for you?

So dig a little deeper, cause
You still don't get it yet
See me lickin' my lips, need a primitive fix
And I'll make, I'll make you love me

I am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know me
I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess

See me jump through hoops for you
You stand there watching me performing
What exactly do you do?
Have you ever thought it's you that's boring?
Who the hell are you?

I am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know me
I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess
Average every day sane psycho

Ready for a break yet?
2004-04-06 09:57:46 ET

I've had this song in my head all day. I think it's trying to tell me something.

I figured You Out - Mary Lou Lord

"I've seen you watching
Her everytime she crosses the floor
So won't you just go and talk to
The one you really adore
I'm getting pretty used to being
The one that you always ignore
When somebody wants you
I've seen it before

You're every kind of color
There ain't nothing you won't claim
Your ambition and promise
And your addiction to fame
And everyone's got a dollar
Sign after their name
When somebody wants you
You treat em just the same

So go on a pick-up
You don't care what poison you choose
And what person you choose
It should've been me, yeah
Shouldn't it be?

Crushing quiet
Blows in through the window
To someone who wants you
That you never know
But I pick up around you
And clear everything out
Leave you where I found you
I figured you out
Leave you where I found you
I figured you out"


The Soda Song
2004-04-06 09:40:31 ET

OK, So I don't know if they came up with this one on their own, or if it's been around a while, but when my kids sang it to me today, it cracked me up. Give a look.

The Soda Song

"Coca Cola went to town,
Pepsi came and shot him down,
Dr. Pepper fixed him up,
Now we're drinkin' seven up.
Seven Up caught the flu.
Now we're drinkin' Mountain Dew.
Mountain Dew fell off the Mountain,
Now we're drinkin from the fountain,
Yesterday the fountain broke,
Now we're drinkin' plain, old, ordinary coke."
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my horoscope and yours via "The Onion"
2004-04-05 16:46:20 ET

Libra: (Sept. 23óOct. 23)
You've always believed that the children are our future, which is true insofar as most are cruel, violent, and short.

Leo: (July 23óAug. 22)
The stars believe that a person must make his own mistakes, but they warn you not to do anything that may, say,
burn down Chicago this week.

**snicker**

my day went past suck and right to blew.
2004-04-05 16:39:25 ET

Shall we then discuss the suckage of this day?

"You know what? I was wrong. You are an idiot. My life happens, on occasion, to suck beyond the telling of it. Sometimes more than I can handle. Oh, it's not just mine. Every single person down there is ignoring your pain because they are dealing with their own. The beautiful ones. The popular ones. The guys that pick on you. Everyone. If you could hear what they are feeling. The loneliness. The confusion. It looks quiet down there. Its not. It's deafening."

My car
2004-04-02 09:33:32 ET

This morning my car became my saviour and it kinda freaked me out. I never realized how much like a cocoon my car actually is. I think I might stay it and keep on driving. That way I can sort of hide away with my music and the road and the hum of my motor. Maybe I'll even make it all the way to CA before I run out of gas. Not likely, but a nice dream.
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