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Weekend Wanderings
My weekend begins on Friday, so we’ll start there.
I woke up and asked Sarge to make me a coffee. I did so nicely.
‘Can’t (the PA) do it?’
‘She doesn’t make coffee,’ I said. ‘She pours water into ugliness.’
‘Fair enough’, he said, turning on the coffee machine.
For the rest of the day I scribbled and read, scribbled some more and thought about organising my dresser-drawers. I opened them, and quickly shut them again. A story for another day, I thought. And then I chased the cat out of the bedroom not long before Sarge got home from work.
‘What should we do for dinner, be good or get take-away?’
‘The diet starts Monday. I vote for curry.’
And forty-five minutes later, we had pakora and Futurama in front of us. Futurama is one of those shows I didn’t realise I liked until I watched a few episodes. Either that, or Sarge won the coin-toss many, many nights ago and now I’m the one who says, ‘Let’s watch Futurama!’ Ours may be the only household where ‘bite my shiny metal ass’ just means it’s time to turn on the television. Most of the time.
On Saturday, we had salmon and eggs with soy sauce for brunch. Almost everything Sarge makes has soy sauce on it. Or in it. Or around it. I don’t complain because for one thing, I like soy sauce and b, I don’t cook.
Then we wandered up to the cinema to see Midnight in Paris.
‘What’s this actually about?’ I asked on the way.
‘It’s a Woody Allen film. So, Woody Allen.’
‘Fair enough,’ I said.
I love Woody Allen films. I liked this one because it had Hemingway in it. No, not my computer. The real one. Well, not the real one. That would have been really special. Yeah, I liked it. But as I watched Owen Wilson, I kept wanting to shout two words. ‘Blond’, and ‘Nose’. I didn’t. That would have been really special.
We went home and watched some more of the Northern Exposure Box set. I won the coin-toss. No, we don’t actually make decisions by tossing coins. Ever. Well, there was that one time.
And today, I’m scribbling and reading and scribbling some more. All while obsessively listening to this song:
Where has your weekend taken you?
30 Days of Music: A Song That Reminds Me of Someone
This one is for Sarge, who said last week that he loves me more than penguins. Which means a lot. It also means, I win!
I also happen to think the title of the song is perfect for us.
And I have a bloody good excuse for not posting yesterday. Really. Words to follow…
30 Days of Music: A Song That Makes Me Sad
I’ve decided that the only way to get a more random selection of songs than my version of this list is to ask me what song is playing in my head at any given time. Don’t worry, I won’t make a series out of that trunk of tenuous connections.
I associate this beautiful song with a very ugly, but appropriate to the song time in my life. To this day when I find it on, I must skip it, turn it off or have a moment to myself.
30 Days of Music: My Favourite Song
My quietude may be attributed to:
A. Getting old(er).
2. Going gallivanting, and being out of range.
iii. Getting a job. I now work to make the world a more accessible place. Yes, really.
Or a mixture of all three. Yes, I know 30 is not old. I like being 30, it suits me. Although, I did recently have to write ‘I’m 30′ for the first time. I’d never seen it before. I wrote it, and I said: ‘Holy shit, I’m 30.’ After my shock, I’m good with it again. 30 has already given me a lot to be happy about.
I’ll write up the last few days when I have enough head-space, and enough caffeine in my system to do so.
I’ve been waiting until I’m actually 30 to do the 30 Days of Music, because I’m funny like that.
For now, here’s Billy Joel talking about one of my very favourite, epic-musical-event songs:
Sunday Song: The Trolley Song
This one goes out to the happy, tipsy, singing sixty-somethings on the bus this evening. And to all of you…
This Year’s Christmas Special
I’m going to be spending a week of the holidays in a cottage in the middle of nowhere with some of my favourite people.
I just want to say Merry, Merry and have a fun-filled and safe New Year!
I’ll be back the first week of January with happy adventures and hopefully heart-warming tales.
For now, I’ll leave you with these, my holiday favorites:
In Your Ear (Mine, Actually)
Before I decided I couldn’t write with music on, it was on all the time. My last.fm library, when it loads, is one my list of favourite things. I’d turn it on before I’d do anything else/procrastinate/check my email/apply for jobs/check Facebook/think about writing.
That was my old routine.
My new one is to have coffee and write and then procrastinate/check my email/apply for jobs/check Facebook/think about writing some more.
Today, I logged into Facebook, and I was tagged in a musical note. The one where you put your music player on ‘Random’ and list the first 25 songs that play.
I thought, I can do that. So I did:
1. Laura Izibor – Shine
2. Randy Newman – I Miss You
3. The Offspring – Why Don’t You Get A Job?
4. Al Green – Let’s Stay Together
5. Eels – Mr E’s Beautiful Blues
6. Paul Simon – Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes
7. R. Kelly – Fiesta
8. Courtney Pine – Children Hold On
9. Seal – Crazy
10. Finger Eleven – Paralyzer
11. Maroon 5 – Through With You
12. Billie Holiday - Night and Day
13. Silverchair – Leave Me Out
14. Bill Hicks – A New Flag (Patriotism) – not a song, but so good.
15. Michael Buble – Home
16. Johnny Cash – That’s All Over
17. Perturbazione – Partire Daverro
18. Sean Paul – We Be Burnin’
19. Molly Johnson – Another Day
20. Lonestar – Everything’s Changed
21. Indigo Girls – World Falls
22. Death Cab for Cutie – Transatlanticism
23. Alan Jackson – Gone Country
24. Camera Obscura – Pen and Notebook
25. Julie Delpy – Killing Bertha
(Courtesy of my last.fm library)
Funny, some of these aren’t reflective of my favourites. Some are. That’s what random means.
What about you? What are you listening to?
