The Sublimity of Techno-Communication


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Someone told me the other day that I’m more myself when I blog or write letters than I am when I tweet.  I suppose its the 140 character limit or maybe I’m just so verbose, I can get my point across better here sometimes!  Anyway, I just wanted to share a letter that I found very creative, very sweet and very thoughtful and edited for personal reasons!   I must admit, it was a bit of a corroboration as we had been discussing it for months.  But he beat me to it!  You have to click on the links to get the full effect, but I think it’s so sweet!   See what you think!  This is what I get for teasing someone about how little they say!  The links are underlined.

Dear Gayle,

I am so looking forward to our  vacation.  I’m so glad we are both enamored of the ocean and its music.   I know it will probably rain, but waves and rain are one of those communions you find romantic right? Wouldn’t it be nice  if we had thought of this years ago?  I just want you to know that I’m looking forward to that week more than a 40 day dream.  And since I know now what it really means to see, there are no more lies.  I want it that way.   And don’t worry, I still  find your BIG FIVE enticing but not as enticing as your green eyes!   Call me! xxooxx

I know, I’m a lucky person to have such creative people in my life aren’t I?  What do you think?

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When I Forget About Me


I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Traveling, traveling, traveling
Looking for something, what can it be
Oh I hate you some, I hate you some
I love you some
Oh I love you when I forget about me
I want to be strong I want to laugh along
I want to belong to the living
Alive, alive, I want to get up and jive
I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive
Do you want – do you want – do you want
To dance with me baby
Do you want to take a chance
On maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby
Well, come on

All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you too
All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you
I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you
I want to renew you again and again
Applause, applause – life is our cause
When I think of your kisses
My mind see-saws
Do you see – do you see – do you see
How you hurt me baby
So I hurt you too
Then we both get so blue

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Looking for the key to set me free
Oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling
It’s the unraveling
And it undoes all the joy that could be
I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun
I want to be the one that you want to see
I want to knit you a sweater
Want to write you a love letter
I want to make you feel better
I want to make you feel free
Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm,
Want to make you feel free
I want to make you feel free

Song on my Mind: Fake Plastic Trees


Don’t you ever wonder how you define yourself?  Or maybe you don’t.  Sometimes its just too brutal to see the truth.

Thom Yorke said about this song:

“When I wrote this song I was pretty much trying to say nothing, I really liked the melody and I just wanted to put words to it without having to be in any way profound. As it sort of went down and as I was listening to it back..a lot of the phrases in the song are definitions of how people define other people. What do you do for a living? is the definition of your existence..on the one hand I was really trying to write a song that meant nothing, and in doing so did the exact opposite.”

 

From “ALL MUSIC”:

The main lyrical thrust — plastic as a metaphor for a false, stunted emotional life, a consumerist alienation from the self and others — is hardly unique in the annals of rock, but the free-associative images are striking, and the music is so achingly gorgeous that it barely matters whether the listener understands the words in the first place. “Fake Plastic Trees” is primarily guitar-based, but it marks the beginnings of Radiohead’s willingness to flesh out their arrangements with electronics; echoing synth washes and what sounds like a string section add extra layers of sound through most of the song. Its melody and chord progressions move very deliberately, almost numbly, which lends dramatic impact to every significant change — when the chord progression drops down for two beats after having remained on the same chord for a relatively long time, or when Thom Yorke’s voice takes the melody up into a poignant falsetto. This main part of the song alternates with a hushed, synth-dominated passage in which Yorke’s voice dives to a near-whisper. That is, until the end of the second time through. Yorke suddenly bursts into a long note, and takes part of it into a nasal rasp before settling back down. It’s a fleeting burst of intensity that comes out of nowhere, and soon returns there, but that contrast is equivalent to a cathartic howl in the fragile, delicate sonic environment that’s been established. Put another way, it’s the only point where Yorke’s slow simmer becomes a boil. That one event, though, is enough to lead into the only full-band portion of the song — multiple electric guitars crash in along with the acoustic and synths, and the effect is near-symphonic. Most songs would end almost immediately after this swooning climax, probably by dropping most of the instruments out, singing a few quiet additional bars, and finishing on one last guitar strum.

 

“Fake Plastic Trees”

Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself

It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins

It wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears him out

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can’t help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run

It wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out

If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted all the time

All the time…
All the time…

Frank Ocean covered this song too.  That’s just a little trivia for ya!

Another Night with Glen…Livet


My GLEN

My GLEN

 

Those of you who read this blog know that I have sporadic dates with Glen:  Glenlivet.   I have teens at home, so I don’t indulge in other recreational calmers at home, but Glen, well, he usually has the same effect on me.  One of the fun things about dating Glen is that he likes to get into deep conversations with me (Okay, he really doesn’t, but it makes me feel like I’m not just a drunk dating a bottle of Scotch) I usually share my thoughts the next day.  Here’s today’s synopsis of our date night:

  • Viagra.  Male Enhancement.  Cialis.  Okay guys, I want you to be really, really truthful.  You don’t have to answer in a public forum, but be honest with yourselves.  Promise?  How many of you who have taken the magic purple pill have secretly wished YOU were the one who had to go the Dr. after 4 hours of a sustained erection?  Come on, admit it!  Wouldn’t it make you feel virile?  Think of all the people that would look at you…not your fault, it’s the purple pill’s fault.  Right?  I know not of any other drug that would make someone secretly wish they suffered from the side effects except this one.
  • Male characters in modern movies that appeal to the sapiosexual.  I’ve noticed that the movies I like the most have intellectually gifted leading characters with emotional issues.  Mel Gibson in Braveheart.  James Spader in Sex, Lies and Videotapes.  Daniel Craig in Skyfall (okay, not just for his intellect).  John Wayne in the Searchers.  Al Pacino in The Godfather. Russell Crowe in A Beautiful Mind.  Guy Pierce in Memento. Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting.  Leonardo DiCaprio in Inception.  I could go on and on.    All of these men are the kind I’m attracted to:  they’re intelligent, they have principles and they’re flawed.  They don’t wallow in self-absorption, they fight against their weaknesses.   They have skeletons in their closets that they embrace, but don’t use as crutches.   All of them are attracted to emotionally strong women who can help them.   My kind of men!
  • Baseball Spring Training in 4 more sleeps!  So what if the baseball pundits say the Rangers are not going to make the playoffs?  I so love a challenge!
  • “we accept the love we think we deserve.”
    ―    Stephen Chbosky,    The Perks of Being a Wallflower
  • “And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.”
    ―    Stephen Chbosky,    The Perks of Being a Wallflower
  • “So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.”
    ―    Stephen Chbosky,    The Perks of Being a Wallflower
  • “It’s just that I don’t want to be somebody’s crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.”
    ―    Stephen Chbosky,    The Perks of Being a Wallflower
  • “And all the books you’ve read have been read by other people. And all the songs you’ve loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that’s pretty to you is pretty to other people. and that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing ‘unity.”
    ―    Stephen Chbosky,    The Perks of Being a Wallflower
  • As you can see from above, I watched The Perks of Being a Wallflower.  I read the book a while ago.  I forgot how much I loved it.  I love the movie too.  So did Glen.

 

 

 

Rambling About the Past and the Grammys


The Grammys were announced tonight.  Funny, I used to be so enthralled with this annual announcement as if it were an affirmation of my musical tastes.  I grew up though and realized its just another over-rated accolade to semi-talented musicians who need to sell records.  Or a popularity party.  Or a good lead in for the many mind-numbing celebrity “news” shows that proliferate mainstream television today. (okay, okay, I confess, I love the Black Keys and Mumford & Sons…see?  old habits die hard)

And, as is the way of my mind, that lead to my next thought:   I always wanted to date a musician.  A REAL musician, not the air guitarists of my youth or the John Cusack wannabes with a boombox on their shoulder.  I wanted to be involved with a musician  for his creativity; for his emotional depth; for his poetic talent; but if the truth REALLY be known, (label this next revelation  narcissistic) I wanted to be his romantic muse.  I wanted him to write love songs for me.  Or Goodbye songs.  Or “Wish you Were Here” songs.  I wasn’t looking for the song of the year or even a Top 40 song.  Just one for me 🙂  Which leads  me to this post.  I was playing the piano tonight, showing off for my 16-year-old daughter and 13-year-old son.  This is the song I played.  Then of course, I had to give them the whole history of Simon & Garfunkel and how cool the 70’s were.  Truly, they were.  I was an innocent kid just a few years from becoming a teen,  but this song was beautiful to me even then and it may have been the start of my wishful wanting:

More Thoughts Inspired by an Evening with Glenlivet


 

My GLEN

 

There was a battle for my attention last night.  The kids were gone and I was alone, well okay, not really alone.  My St. Bernard, Aristotle, was with me.  As was my phone (read that as texts, messages), A new bottle of Glenlivet and FIOS TV movies.  I had an enjoyable text session…I thoroughly enjoyed “Brave” (yeah, sad isn’t it?  I watched a “kid” movie with no kids) but Glenlivet won the attention war.   And like it always does, it made me think about the following things….ready?

1.  This whole Petraeus thing.  What’s up with that?  Here’s what Glenlivet made me think (I’ll call Glenlivet GLEN because after all, I do share many a thought and evening with him)….First, I don’t trust our government, I just don’t.  I think politicians lie, cheat and steal all for the benefit of their wallets and power.  I have yet to ever meet an honest politician.  I was once a Republican, but that was before I was enlightened.  I’ve never been a Democrat…as a self-employed taxpayer, I have always been enlightened to their political antics.  I don’t agree with their tenets of tax, tax, tax….they wouldn’t feel that way if they paid as much tax as I and my family have then watch it frittered away with presidential comforts, seriously ignorant social programs and pork barrel expenditures. If I did that with my money, I would be living on the streets, but they don’t… But that’s another post.  Back to Glen and Petraeus.  I think Petraeus knew all about the Libyan terrorist attack on our Embassy many months ago and threatened to let the American people know that fact.  Right before the election no less!   In retaliation (and because Hilary Clinton’s  “it’s my own fault” speech didn’t work) the present Administration threatened back with this “mistress” revelation.  Funny how it all happened after the election was won.  Funny how both of the women involved have been to the White House.   Funny how our government can snoop out personal issues, but not terroristic ones.  Funny how by labeling Petraeus an adulterer (only Bill Clinton’s teflon personality can let that label slide off) it does the following:

  • Takes the attention away from the Libyan bombing.
  • Makes the religious zealots, teabaggers and true Christians uncomfortable.
  • Makes the Administration look really good to its constituents for “blowing the Scarlet Letter whistle” on a one-time warmonger.
  • Assures the short-term memory of Americans don’t remember how close the election was and how bad the economy is.

What do you think?  Is Glen pulling my leg?  Or are we really becoming more stupid as Americans?

2.  Does anyone know if Andy Samberg wrote the Rap lyrics for Jimmy Fallon’s sketches on SNL when Samberg first started and Fallon was on his way out?  I watched a rerun last night and I so heard the Samberg style in Fallon’s funny rap songs.  (yeah, Glen knew I was getting way too deep on the military/political issue so he lightened me up!)

3.  Would it be really bitchy of me to make a Pinterest board of things I dislike?  I mean, Pinterest is so “touchy, feely, glittery” and I would be adding an element of negativity.  Good or bad?  Your thoughts?

4.  Miguel Cabrera over Mike Trout for MVP?  Really?  Were the sportswriters who were voting under Glen’s spell as well?  The Angels would have NEVER gotten as far as they did without Trout.  Really?  Another epic voting failure.  Sheesh, it seems to be contagious!

So that’s it.  I’m really worried about the Israeli war.  I’m really worried about this country’s future.  I want to do something to make it stop, but don’t know how other than to educate my children.  My next task is to find out how difficult it would be to start another political party…I would call it “THE PATRIOT PARTY” for people who feel like I do.  The time’s they are a-changing, and not in a good way.

As usual, please don’t email, text or comment with hateful barbs.  Glen inspired me.  (though I actually invited him to do so)  It’s not Glenlivet, it’s the freedom of thinking.  I don’t want to lose that either!

 

Love, Love, Love…


I can’t quit listening to this song!  Anyone who knows me well, knows that I adore music…especially when a song is sent to me with the sentiment, “This makes me think of you/us”….see if you don’t agree this song is awesome!

 

LYRICS:

I been sleepin’ for 40 days and
I know I’m sleeping ’cause this dream’s too  amazin’
She got gold doorknobs where her eyes used to be
One turn and I  learned what it really means to see

[Chorus]
Ah, it’s the magical  mystery kind
Ah, must be a lie
Bye bye to the too good to be true kind of  love
Oh, I could die
Oh now I can die

I been sleepin’ for 60 days  and
Nobody better pinch me
Bitch I swear I’ll go crazy
She got jumper  cable lips
She got sunset on her breath now
I inhaled just a little bit
Now I got no fear of death now

[Chorus]

Oh
Ah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]

Thank you for this….you know who you are 🙂