Yes bitches, I saw JT. It was awesome. You wish you had been there.
What a voice. The man can sing, he can sing and dance his ass off at the same time. It was as fun as you would expect. Cathy and I did our best to do the white girl shuffle and shake our booties to all the classics and scream at all the appropriate moments.
Walking back to my car I saw a drunk girl walk straight into a fire hydrant. She literally had sex with it for a second. She's expecting sprinklers in the fall.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Reason 3,454,456,212,456 I love Google
Driving home tonight I heard a song on the radio that 1)I'd never heard, and 2)I really, REALLY liked. That doesn't happen much, I've become disillusioned with radio and often opt for the iPod. However, I wasn't really paying attention while driving down I-285 and all of a sudden I just registered that this song I'm listening to is quite nice.
Turns out, the song is by the group Over The Rhine. Yeah, never heard of them either. Came home and quickly checked iTunes and found the song in question, 'Suitcase' and listened to a preview of it and some of their other songs. I wasn't too impressed with most, with the exception of the song in question, and this other one 'Latter Days.' So I purchased both and have been listening to both.
After one full listen, it registers in my mind that 'Latter Days' is familiar. So, the trivial brain I occupy starts churning. Where do I know it from? Tv..what show? It was a show that doesn't air any longer, but I enjoyed. I kept wanting to say it was Dawson's Creek-but I wouldn't commit to it. It couldn't be. Dawson's Creek is such crap-which unfortunately I didn't realize until they started showing the reruns on TBS.
Google! I always preach the gospel of Google. It's definitely helped clear my mind before. So I googled "Latter Days+Over the Rhine+tv" and in the first link I can see it does mention and then it hits me. FELICITY! This song was played at the end of the episode when Julie leaves, a particularly sad episode when Julie checks out because of all the emotional stress in her life.
Ok fine. If I'm being honest, the reason I felt this was worth mentioning is because, me being the complete and TOTAL GEEK that I am...when hearing the dj name the band "Over the Rhine" I had to commit that name to memory and I usually use tricks like word association so I thought "over the rhine...rhine...beck. Rhinebeck. Felicity went to Rhinebeck with that dude and Ben followed them." So, in actuality, I foreshadowed that epiphany.
Must pull out all 4 seasons of Felicity on dvd and waste away a weekend soon.
Turns out, the song is by the group Over The Rhine. Yeah, never heard of them either. Came home and quickly checked iTunes and found the song in question, 'Suitcase' and listened to a preview of it and some of their other songs. I wasn't too impressed with most, with the exception of the song in question, and this other one 'Latter Days.' So I purchased both and have been listening to both.
After one full listen, it registers in my mind that 'Latter Days' is familiar. So, the trivial brain I occupy starts churning. Where do I know it from? Tv..what show? It was a show that doesn't air any longer, but I enjoyed. I kept wanting to say it was Dawson's Creek-but I wouldn't commit to it. It couldn't be. Dawson's Creek is such crap-which unfortunately I didn't realize until they started showing the reruns on TBS.
Google! I always preach the gospel of Google. It's definitely helped clear my mind before. So I googled "Latter Days+Over the Rhine+tv" and in the first link I can see it does mention and then it hits me. FELICITY! This song was played at the end of the episode when Julie leaves, a particularly sad episode when Julie checks out because of all the emotional stress in her life.
Ok fine. If I'm being honest, the reason I felt this was worth mentioning is because, me being the complete and TOTAL GEEK that I am...when hearing the dj name the band "Over the Rhine" I had to commit that name to memory and I usually use tricks like word association so I thought "over the rhine...rhine...beck. Rhinebeck. Felicity went to Rhinebeck with that dude and Ben followed them." So, in actuality, I foreshadowed that epiphany.
Must pull out all 4 seasons of Felicity on dvd and waste away a weekend soon.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
The ironies of life
At work, I have to ask people for their first and last name so I can document all calls. Here's a pointer: If your name is Mary Smith, I don't need you to spell it. "Mary Smith, S-M-I-T-H." No way! I thought you spelled it Smythe. Of course, the exact opposite happens when a person with a name like Giaioulouplous calls in. "This is Myrnatell Giaioulouplous." Long pause..."Can you spell that please"? Giant huff on the other end. Sorry dude! I can't spell that shit!
Friday, January 5, 2007
What does one do?
When faced with the fact that everyone and their dog has a blog?
I've half-heartedly tried to blog before, but I just don't like livejournal and myspace is great for many things, but I don't want to blog there. I don't know why I feel the need to explain, as it's not as if there are people beating down my door begging to read the ramblings that I may have to offer. Those who know me realize they'll hear it in person, and probably a few times.
Still here I am...
I find there are some things that go on in my life that I don't necessarily want to verbalize, but would like to put out there, so it's not just sitting in my mind.
Today was my grandmother's funeral. I was so sure I'd grieved for her already, as we thought she was going to pass for the past several months and everytime we got the call we prepared ourselves. Of course, the next morning we'd find out that she was up and eating breakfast, so we put aside our sorrow and celebrated that she made it through another day. We all got to say our goodbyes and make our peace, which I now know is truly a blessing. One of my childhood friends lost her father to a mysterious illness and the family was truly robbed of him in his last days, not even realizing he would soon die. There is no easy way to deal with death but I think we all were grateful for how she passed.
I didn't think I would cry at the funeral. Funny afterthought, considering that we are talking about me afterall, the one who cries. I thought I'd made my peace and I wouldn't need to grieve as much because I knew it was coming. The service was nice enough and her pastor did a great job painting a picture of her life and triggering memories of what she was like and we laughed when he politely explained how "inquisitive" she always was...as she was always the queen of twenty questions. No detail was too small to share, no name to insignifcant to tell. Then he sang two of her favorite hymns, and that's when I lost all control of my emotions and started to shed tears. She'd told the preacher which songs she wanted sung and he did them beautifully. There is something so powerful about words when combined with music, especially when it touches on the exact sentiment of the occasion.
Now I feel like I did before, which is thankful for the time we had with her, and at peace with her death.
I used to write her letters when I was younger. She loved getting my letters and somehow found my thoughts on life as a twelve year old interesting. After a while, I kind of dwindled off with my letters to her, as life changed, and I moved away from home and cluttered my life with other things. She never forgot those letters and always made sure to mention how much she loved them whenever I saw her. I would occasionally remember to drop her a line or two and while I was in Ireland, my aunt and uncle were nice enough to print off my weekly emails home and take them to her. I wish now of course, that I had kept up with those letters more diligently, and will dedicate this to her because I know no matter how insignificant I may feel at times, she would have loved reading what I had to say.
I've half-heartedly tried to blog before, but I just don't like livejournal and myspace is great for many things, but I don't want to blog there. I don't know why I feel the need to explain, as it's not as if there are people beating down my door begging to read the ramblings that I may have to offer. Those who know me realize they'll hear it in person, and probably a few times.
Still here I am...
I find there are some things that go on in my life that I don't necessarily want to verbalize, but would like to put out there, so it's not just sitting in my mind.
Today was my grandmother's funeral. I was so sure I'd grieved for her already, as we thought she was going to pass for the past several months and everytime we got the call we prepared ourselves. Of course, the next morning we'd find out that she was up and eating breakfast, so we put aside our sorrow and celebrated that she made it through another day. We all got to say our goodbyes and make our peace, which I now know is truly a blessing. One of my childhood friends lost her father to a mysterious illness and the family was truly robbed of him in his last days, not even realizing he would soon die. There is no easy way to deal with death but I think we all were grateful for how she passed.
I didn't think I would cry at the funeral. Funny afterthought, considering that we are talking about me afterall, the one who cries. I thought I'd made my peace and I wouldn't need to grieve as much because I knew it was coming. The service was nice enough and her pastor did a great job painting a picture of her life and triggering memories of what she was like and we laughed when he politely explained how "inquisitive" she always was...as she was always the queen of twenty questions. No detail was too small to share, no name to insignifcant to tell. Then he sang two of her favorite hymns, and that's when I lost all control of my emotions and started to shed tears. She'd told the preacher which songs she wanted sung and he did them beautifully. There is something so powerful about words when combined with music, especially when it touches on the exact sentiment of the occasion.
Now I feel like I did before, which is thankful for the time we had with her, and at peace with her death.
I used to write her letters when I was younger. She loved getting my letters and somehow found my thoughts on life as a twelve year old interesting. After a while, I kind of dwindled off with my letters to her, as life changed, and I moved away from home and cluttered my life with other things. She never forgot those letters and always made sure to mention how much she loved them whenever I saw her. I would occasionally remember to drop her a line or two and while I was in Ireland, my aunt and uncle were nice enough to print off my weekly emails home and take them to her. I wish now of course, that I had kept up with those letters more diligently, and will dedicate this to her because I know no matter how insignificant I may feel at times, she would have loved reading what I had to say.
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