because i havent made myself lunch not yet
but no reason to fret
i know what i will make
it will be great
o how i love this food
sometimes i eat and say o dude
its even better then cake
this food is no fake
it is the food that i like to eat
but it needs to cooked under much heat
this food is something you might not expect i dont know
but i think it is time to show
the great food i love RAMEN!
Went to The Skimmer's company holiday party last night. Met a lot of his creative colleagues. Creative directors, and creative directors who design and make beautiful, delicate jewelry in their spare time. Art directors, and art directors who are fine artists in their spare time. Copywriters, and copywriters who write children's books in their spare time. And then there was a copywriter who writes and is the finest of fine artistes in her spare time. And she has...
2 words for you: Sit down. Or maybe 2 better words might be: Starve yourself. Because you’re going to want to fill your belly with this new scrimpity-scrumptious brownie. I am beside myself with joy right now because I’ve brought this brownie into the world. And soon I hope it will be in your world, too: The Kahlua Mousse Brownie.
The fine artiste and I talked blogging for awhile and I asked her, "Are you obsessed with it yet?" And she said, "Just a tad!"
And I thought maybe you'd like to become just a tad obsessed with her blog, too. I mean, she'll fit right in with the crowd that visits here.
For ZRM and Jennifer, songs I discovered on an album I bought because of Can We Still Be Friends. I'd sit in front of my stereo with my headphones on turned all the way up, on the floor, holding the album in my hands, staring at and analyzing the artwork and the lyrics until my mom would make me turn it off and go downstairs to do something that was probably dumb and stupid that I didn't want to do!
The 14 year old blogger in me loved it cuz it was sorta lub, dub, lub, dub and sorta zoom, zip, hiccup, drip, ding, dong, crunch, crack, bark, meow, whinnie, quack.
And the 14 year old mush in me loved this one:
So, so sad. So *Sniffle* *Snort* *Squish* *Squeek* *Sniff*
The 14 year old singer and liberal in me loved, loved, loved, loved this one into infinity.
And the 47 year old singer and liberal still does. And you will, too, if you're still open to discovery. Put your headphones on and turn it all the way up, like I'm doing right now. Stare at the lyrics and analyze them for as long as you want. I'm a mom and I'm telling you it's not dumb and stupid at all... A bell in your head will ring!
See Ms. Malone, she lives alone
She spends another quiet evening alone
Sits in her study and stares at the phone
And a bell in her head will ring!
All the children sing
All the dancers start to sway in time
The orchestra begins to play
Somebody pours the wine
The sun and moon collide
Isn´t gravity a funny thing
The universe explodes apart
All the children sing!
Of Mr. Malloy
He´s always seen himself as one of the boys
He thinks that men are tough and women are toys
But a bell in his head will ring!
All the children sing!
All the birds are chirping harmony
The scent of love is in the air
Sunset on the sea
The Angel of the Lord
Just declared we aren´t worth a thing
The galaxy is null and void
All the children sing!
Crawled across a thousand miles of desert sand
Looking from an answer from a Holy Man
And this is what he told me with a wave of his hand
He said, "A bell in your head will ring!"
Here´s to the China man, wise and old
Here´s to the Eskimo, brave and cold
Here´s to the Jew in the holy land
Here´s to the Arab in his caravan
Here´s to the African, strong and proud
Here´s to the Redneck, good and loud
Here´s one to you and there´s one more thing
A bell in your head will ring!
All the children sing!
All the dancers start to sway in time
The orchestra begins to play
Somebody pours the wine
The sun and moon collide
Isn´t gravity a funny thing
The universe explodes apart
All the children sing!
Zombie Rotten McDonald (formerly known as the princely billy pilgrim) sent me an email early last week:
Hey Blue Girl, need a little favor.
Remember that ultimate Genesis live playlist CD I made for you?
Itunes botched some of my playlists; could you send me the track list for that?
Well, of course, I thought to myself, while also wondering if he had used that semicolon properly. And why did he capitalize the I and not the t in iTunes? Is the man losing it? I couldn't figure it all out so I opened up my iTunes and searched for Genesis.
No Ultimate Genesis Live Playlist popped up.
I panicked. Where's my Ultimate Genesis Live Playlist?!
I tried every trick I could think of, which was basically searching "Genesis" over and over again thinking I had misspelled it only to again and again not find my Ultimate Genesis Live Playlist.
I didn't tell Zombie right away. I had to build up my courage.
While I was building up my courage, I continued to search my iTunes. And a-ha! Under my Playlists column was a folder I had created called "Genesis."
Which had one song in it.
And then a-ha again! I saw a folder I had made called "BP's Genesis!"
Which had one song in it.
And then I started checking other folders I had made in order to organize my music so that I could listen to whatever I wanted to listen to whenever I wanted to listen to it. Folders I had made and named, for example: "General" and "Just Stuff" and "More Stuff."
Not a Genesis song in any of them. But interesting to see which song I had selected to put in each folder.
"More Stuff": Cold Iron Bounds. Which I have listened to 98 times. And was last played on 11/30/09 at 9:26am.
iTunes can tell you all kinds of details about when you did what and how many times you did it, but no matter what I tried, it couldn't tell me what had happened to my Ultimate Genesis Live Playlist. I was heartbroken but I decided to face facts and tell Zombie that I couldn't send him the track list because I couldn't find it and how could I not find it? Made no sense.
I felt really bad about it.
Now, over this same period of time I was doing other things besides searching for that track list. Like working. And not doing other things at all. Like blogging. I would, however, check my blog now and then just to clean up spam comments. I haven't written anything for my blog since early May, but that doesn't stop xanax or trackshoes from leaving comments on things written long ago:
Really great post, Thank you for sharing This knowledge.Excellently written article, if only all bloggers offered the same level of content as you, the internet would be a much better place. Please keep it up!
Why, you are more than welcome, xanax. Delete!
But, early last week I got a comment from a new Facebook friend.
Well, thank you very much, chris hayday!
Didn't think too much about it and went back to not blogging and wondering about that playlist, trying to remember what was on that playlist, worrying I'd never know. Worrying about Zombie never knowing. None of us ever knowing. Went back to working and playing the one song which was never a Genesis song in each of the 54 folders I have created in iTunes over the years.
Zombie and I emailed each other for the rest of the week. Had fun talking about things like Pinko Punko, Chuck Todd and Luke Russert. But still, I felt bad I couldn't provide him with that playlist.
And then a light bulb went off early Sunday evening. Much like Clark Griswold's 25,000 twinkling lights went off once Beverly D'Angelo had her light bulb moment.
I happened to think of chris hayday's comment on a post I had written years ago but a post I did not re-read when I first read his comment that he left right around the same time Zombie emailed me for the track list! I then twirled my hair and quickly clicked over to my blog suddenly remembering he had used the word "playlist" in his comment! And then I read his entire sentence again: that's a pretty good playlist. And then I thought, pretty good playlist might equal Ultimate Genesis Live Playlist! And I scrolled up as fast as I could and there it was! The Ultimate Genesis Live Playlist spelled out, song by song, right in the post from more than two years ago on a blog I've been ignoring forever except to read and delete mostly spam comments that say things like Really great post, Thank you for sharing This knowledge but of course keeping others like the one from a guy I just made friends with on Facebook!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
I couldn't wait to email Zombie to let him know! Which, of course, I did right away.
xanax was right. My level of content does rock. But only because of my blog and Facebook friends. And so does the universe. I love when magic happens.
This is not about The Wild Life, but it's my favorite part of the post:
Hal Sutton was 42 years old when he beat Tiger Woods by a shot to win the Players’ Championship in 2000. That was Woods’ magical year, when he won three of the four Major Championships, won the World Golf Championships by 11 strokes, won a total of nine times on tour and, by most accounts, played golf better than it had ever been played before. Sutton beat him straight up. He needed to hit a good shot on the 72nd hole to win, and he pulled his 6-iron, and he shouted “Be the right club today,” with the ball in the air. It was the right club.
I love imagining him shout, "Be the right club today!"
It's hot out there. Tempers run short. Sometimes the people who think they run the place wind up having to answer to the people who really run the place, but aren't there to run the place. Those of us with disabilities know what that means. It means we get denied access. Or we're told to sit in a corner and wait because we may be in the way. Even if we make noise and get an apology, there isn't justice. There isn't justice until it stops happening.
They may as well say Yankee go home. That, like fireworks, drowns out the rest of the celebration sometimes. We stare up into the sky, the sparkling lights so far above that we're in awe, until things go wrong and a house starts on fire. Then we remember that even fireworks are set off by some guy who may not do it too often, who can make a mistake, who may say he gauged things wrong.
Gauging things wrong can hurt people. It's not a good thing to guess at who's allowed to go where, who has permission to use what. It's illegal to boot. That's called civil rights.
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