i’ve been trying to think of something to write about for weeks now. in that time frame i’ve had vertigo – which is no picnic. i don’t recall hugging any piece of porcelain that tightly since my freshman year in college. it also entailed a trip to the er for fluids, a ct scan and an mri. thankfully all negative – not that there was anything there to find to begin with, you know inside my head, between my ears – i could have told them that. oh yeah – i got a choice of music to listen to during the 50 minutes of mri – and i asked for ‘the clash’. they looked at me like i was nuts – but the technicians all said ‘thanks’ afterward for letting them listen to something different and upbeat for the first time in as long as they could remember. apparently my speech was so slurred they thought i’d had a stroke. all i can remember is spinning and somersaulting simultaneously – uncontrollably. i can remember feeling my eyes dancing in my head – and i couldn’t clap my hands… all i wanted was darkness and to keep my eyes shut tightly.
during my now almost three week recovery – i still get bouts of dizziness – but not nearly as pronounced i became addicted to the british tv show ‘shameless’. i guess there is an american version – i haven’t seen it yet. but man was i hooked. i watched like 8 + seasons – struggling through the last one and a half – most of the original family had been written out and the thugs weren’t as compelling to me as the wacky gallagher family. i highly recommend this show.
i also watched ‘vikings’ on the history channel. kickin’ ass and takin’ names. pretty crazy stuff – and obviously the writers have taken some pretty extraordinary creative license – but it’s still compelling stuff. the first episode of ‘bates motel’ was enjoyable as well. what else – soccer – the snow bowl and then the match at azteca… some ncaa…
i missed the first four matches of my daughters high school soccer season – the truck still sends me off a bit – but i’ve figured out ways to compensate for it.
lollapalooza line-ups are set – not really overwhelming… we’ll get a few single day passes. ‘the cure’ for me is the big draw – it was the first big indoor concert i took my daughter to – she was 11 or 12 at the time… a few others of note from my perspective – thievery corporation; local natives; matt & kim; the lumineers; the vaccines; and vampire weekend. lots of others i’m going to have to dig around and figure out who they are…
i missed thao and sallie ford last week – pretty bummed – but i was in no shape to be out and listening to live music…
oh – the movie ‘this must be the place’ – with sean penn – i really enjoyed this film. i watched it probably two and a half to three times (one with my wife and she reallyy liked it too)… it appears to have been filmed in ’08 – not released until cannes or some other festival last year – and i guess it bombed in the box office – but i sure as hell don’t remember seeing any press about it… but check it out… penn rocks…
ok enough creativity for now… went to the art institute too with the kids – and saw a cool bike exhibit as science and industry…
hope everyone is moving and grooving in their own rights…
Some families have a side of family with really vertically inclined, mythologically proportioned, female kinsfolk – ah, – amazonians if you will. And if you, in your life – will never, ever be biologically taller than any of those women… You quite obviously have taller aunts.
And if not – well you’re destined to be screwed and probably will end up ‘rassling’ all the time – until someone gives up and yells – ‘uncle’. Now go figure that one out… toleruncle.
I was thinking the other day – smoke out the ears and all, just like them pope folks in rome are soon to be having – about a word that aptly describes our relationships with our fellow human beings. And tolerance comes to mind. A little of this, a little of that…
yeah – I’ve probably posted this before – but get over it. It amuses me – and I’m allowing you to read my thoughts here. See how that works? And I’m not even a tall woman – go figure.
but really those roman folks don’t tolerate nothing that isn’t square with a book they deem righteous and has a very specific way of looking at the world and the ongoings of its inhabitants. Hell – even the creation then thereof said orb. After all it is round – meaning there is no start – no finish, everything is essentially the same distance from the center… most equalitarian in it’s belief structure – man.
And now in rome – ‘it’s do as the romans do.’ Amirite ?!? (#peridot21 says so that, and i wanted to use it – word, sista) so like black smoke means one thing – white smoke means another – there’s all these alliances forging for enough popefolk wannabe to want to like well enough one other popefolk in particular – enough so that the smoke is the righteous color. Now I don’t think any cavefolk ever done worried about that back in the bedrock living days.
(this cat – - bill carter – played electric guitar with no pick – just his bare fingers – damn – that’s some schnizzle and quite a bloody mess on occasion). One if by night – two by four – they built a fire and stood back and said – ‘that’s a fire!’ sorry – im circumambulating – where was i?!? oh – tolerating – with a reggae beat…
xanga? What are your toleruncles? are they enough?!?
U2′s ‘the joshua tree’ was released 26 years ago today. holy crap – feeling a little bit old. i was in my third year of design studio – and most likely bought the lp the day it came out… for the past few days i’ve been mulling a post where’d i pick my top 5 U2 songs of all time – and then as i was digging around i discovered today’s date and it’s ‘significance’. in the grand scheme of life it has very little – but at the time to a kid who was just starting to come into his own – it meant the world.
our design studio’s were places that we lived. our studio classes went from 7 credit hours to 5 starting in third year – and the number of students which started at 72 had dropped into the high 30′s or low 40′s. they weeded and pruned and if they saw any weakness they’d slaughter you. we had one professor (i’m only going to touch on this lightly because @bonmots and her apple influence spurred a separate post unto itself) but for this professors drawing class we’d have an assignment of roughly 3-7 drawings a week – and then we’d place them in front of the room. then we’d all have to walk around the room and we’d have to pick – best and worst. believe you me – if you were worst – well if you didn’t do the assignment you were told to leave. period. see ya’ don’t come back. and if you were worst – let’s just say the professor seemed to thoroughly enjoy seeing who he could break down into tears… not just moist eyes – but full out bawling as he ranted in your face about what an utter waste of time and complete moron you were… it was insane. we were paying to get slaughtered and he thrived on it… but the mother fucker could draw. he could stand in front of us holding a sketch pad and draw upside down with his back to the subject – what we were all looking at full on and right side up… it was – it was well for me by the end of the semester i had this class i could have really given a shit. i busted the whole semester and my final project sucked – but i couldn’t care less – i was so tuned out…
but back to U2 – so as i was drawing i’d have my headphones on… and well i listened to ‘war’, ‘unforgettable fire’, and ‘joshua tree’ – countless times… (i had quite a music library by then and would make tapes from the lp’s and everyone had their own walkman’s and everyone would borrow whatever the latest and greatest was – and i was deep, deep into the clash, U2, the ramones (i went with two friends when they played a country western bar in charlotte – who the fuck booked that gig and how three college punks from new jersey ever got out of that place alive that night – i have no idea (well my one friend and roommate was a body builder and john travolta look alike who charmed the ladies and scared the crap out of everyone on campus – but that redneck bar… all i remember is we were scared shitless, we didn’t drink at all – the mosh pit was the most insane i’d ever been around – i’d had someone rip my glasses off my face as i was standing on the perimeter – and one of my friends dove to the floor and grabbed them… insane shit – good times i guess, and the only ramones show i ever went to… that was enough…)
sorry i’m circumambulating… i can’t pick five best…
off 1980′s ‘boy’ -
if you’ve seen the movie ‘it might get loud’ you’ll recognize the guitar ‘edge’ is playing… that movie partially inspired this post as well…
off 1981′s ‘october’ -
off 1983′s ‘war’ – simply because they had the ‘balls’ to do it…
1984′s ‘the unforgettable fire’ – i can’t pick – but here’s one for the hell of it…
lastly (their music since hasn’t moved me the way these songs did – not that they haven’t written some memorable songs) – 1987′s ‘joshua tree’ (again, just one song for the hell of it) the whole lp is brilliant in my eyes – even more so past the first three and most popular songs… turn up and tune out…
apparently i have achieved some level of something or other that i am now eligible to ‘apply’ for a ‘true’ badge.
as i’ve seen that little note on the bottom of folks comments – that vast majority of whom i have some level of respect and usually enjoy their explorations of life.
i thought that this would be quite a profound achievement – and that lights and whistles and bells and boobs would sound (oh yes, boobs can sound, they can have names and some can even speak – and some even quite nicely and eloquently – i might add) and i’d be smarter or more handsome for all my effort. well – the reality was or is – it wasn’t or isn’t really an effort. i type words here because i like to type words here. i do and say what i want.
and if i am unable to conjour the elvis in me on a particular day or regarding a particular post i simply twitch my lip a little and move on.
i do usually like to see what a number of my fellow xangans and xangettes are up to in their lives,
or minds – or in some instances – how completely and utterly insane a warped sense of reality, ego and potently latent sexual organ size has displaced any semblance of compassion for our fellow human in others. although as one navigates this realm of blogosphere you learn to stay away from certain folk, and to refrain linking to blind comments. it’s truly – on most levels a dysfunctional family/community – and i do think that’s a fair assessment of what xanga is. it’s really no different than other aspects of life – you have your trippy crazy whacked out uncles and aunts; siblings you can relate to; parents that you simultaneously love; respect and completely beyond any sense of logic fail to comprehend; friends that because you choose them and they choose you often – well who knows what the fuck i’m talking about by this juncture. and no one else is reading anymore anywhey… so true or not – i really don’t know – it’s just me – bein’ – well – me…
and a chick thumpin’ a bass is pretty hot…
March 4, 2013
we’re supposed to get 10″ of snow in the next 30 odd hours. joy.
i love the lyrics of this song. they crack me up and are spot on for the socially just do-righters…
i’m already over winter – i have been since early november. i’m ready for late may, early june – at least that’s how things work here in chicago. i’m ready for fresh peaches and warm sunny days and blue skies and yellow hearts and pink moons… i’m ready to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin – i think that’s the most bestest part.
so earlier today i was picking my son up at the local school where he is dropped off from his magnet school. and i watched at least 1/2 dozen cars blow through the stop sign where i was sitting.
morrissey refused to perform on the same tv show http://www.usmagazine.com/celebrity-news/news/morrissey-cancels-jimmy-kimmel-live-appearance-over-duck-dynasty-guests-kimmel-calls-statement-dumb-2013282 that the clan from ‘duck dynasty’ was on. but he would wax poetically about his cousin rob keane – the pro footballer (soccer) - a sport (I admittedly love) but which is currently dogged with serious issues re: racism; fixing and homophobia… what a poof – hey morrissey – why not engage and learn something about why they choose to live their lives the way they do. wait – ‘you already know?’ how patently arrogant and self righteous. wait – ‘please, please, please – let me get what i want…’
it’s without a doubt – a gorgeous song. one of those 80′s ballad mad make out and grind to songs…
while I find the hunting and wildlife endeavours a bit beyond my tastes – they eat everything they kill.
and while yes – ‘meat is murder’ – the track at 20:04 filled the dance halls back in the day – and there weren’t many nights that this song didn’t get played in umpteen different remixes…
so maybe everything (well ‘cept maybe the beavers – but let’s leave it alone for now…). and they in turn might learn a little something about your concerns and plights. mutually benefittin’… ‘happy, happy, happy – actually sounds like something morrissey might actually have crooned – when he had johnny mars and crew… now I like me some smith tunes – i came of age so to speak in the 80’s and well – in the culture and social group i circulated in – the smiths were a strong constant. and i’ve layed a few out here for you -
and i really like me some ‘duck dynasty’ – i think they’ve got some truly unique and faithful and well-grounded perspectives on life.
now mr. morrissey – if they can listen to all this – get off your soapbox and have a conversation – maybe even a meal…
and they’ve made it from the ground up – much like you mr. morrissey. so maybe next time – rather than turn a cold shoulder – engage and move forward – even if on separate paths…
when was the last time you saved someone’s life? big save, small save – tongue in cheek save. save – what’s that about? here’s an oddity – and maybe someone who knows linguistics might know – i mean ‘save’ and ‘slave’ are only one skinny erect letter apart… right, i mean – someone ‘save’s you’ and therefore there is an absolute sense of indebtedness to them… what’s that about? why isn’t it just a cosmic all good and the next time ‘round someone might bail your ass out – that fundamentally proverbial capitalist ‘get out of jail free’ card? guess that’s way to hippy for the world – and it’s much better to know what it is exactly, i mean precisely – scientific like – what you are dealing with. we got to keep tabs right?!?
‘cause that’s just proper savin’ and proper savin’ deal with absolute truths – and we know this because there’s no conceivable means of explainin’ the cosmos and thus all that is contained within. it has to be one way or another. well actually it has to be as such defined eons ago by a bunch of self appointed and impotent-like male white folk – even though in all likelihood the jesus dude came from egypt or the middle east and there weren’t no white dudes ‘round there – ‘cept for indiana jones at that time of history – no middle grounds, no – well didn’t billy joel say ‘you might be right, i might be crazy’… and then some other stuff after… that well seemed to make a whole lotta sense ‘cause by my reckon’ more folk know them billy joel words – than the one’s found in a made up ‘where in the fuck in the world’s dead waldo done and gone from under a ginormo big rock – all by his self book.
a baseball ‘save’ – for the sport of it – oh and yeah – i hadn’t even considered a ‘religious’ save – how silly of me to ignore that profound and divine reality. i saw in one of the gospel of top blogs accordin’ to dan & froggy the other day that atheists can’t proper orgasm – because they can’t utter the word ‘god’ before they expel any bodily fluids or quiver with any dignity. that’s a harsh sentence for another human to judge on (but we humans love to seem to judge) - i mean you’ve got to be pretty high on the ‘saved lots of po’ folk. just – i mean i always try and say ‘elvis’ before i proper ejaculate – i mean pelvis is only one ‘p’ away from elvis and ‘p’ is a pretty relative important letter in all ‘secially’ ‘cause without it i’d have an ‘enis’ and we all know those are virtually extinct and smaller with a vagina. and by sayin’ elvis and leavin’ off the ‘p’ – my souse done know I left her a mightily gibbly treat that she wouldn’t conceivably otherwise have no forthright knowledge of.
did you stop her from going out with him? joe jackson asked that question about as well as anyone could. did you help the old lady cross the street or from behind the counter? (eddie v and _earl jam) or give the beggar some food, although no one was begging – i saw that the other night. a couple stopped their european made luxury sedan under the viaduct where a homeless person or persons were encamped. the female placed her styrofoam encased leftover ‘dog-E’ bag/sack right near – right adjacent to the homeless folk. then i watched her scuttle back to the car, slide in and away they went. they homeless folk had to have seen what was left for them – the car folk done had to have saved someone. and – maybe they did – but who are we to judge either their effort or effort of the folk that the food was left for – is one better than the other? i certainly don’t believe so – and maybe someday, someone will do somethin’ nice and kind for them fancified folk… or maybe someone already done has. but they did as they saw fit – and that’s all that mattered – no judgin’, no hatin’, ‘specially whilst someone might be alone and masturbatin’ and s_outin’ oh _od – before they cum…