My coworker/friend & his housemates threw the most amazing dance party Saturday night. Theme: "Bush Is Out." Friends of mine brought their lp collections and took turns dj'ing, the amp was cranked louder than at the Missouri, and the music sets ranged from Ratatat & MGMT to Michael Jackson & Prince to Snoop Dogg & Jay Z. It was maybe the most packed house party I've ever been to, yet somehow this wasn't a problem. The dance floor was flooded with happy folks dancing their hearts out, and every once in the while, in the middle of, say, "Funky Town," someone would yell out "Obama!!!" and everyone would cheer.
The best reason ever for a dance party. Is this how people felt when Hoover left & FDR took charge? So exciting.
And during the 80's set I just couldn't stop grinning at the thought that Obama would've spent his younger years dancing to some of the same songs I was shaking my booty to.
I hear someone was performing really impressive card tricks in the corner of the dance floor at one point, but this was after we'd left.
- I'm half Whitey & half Native American (inner conflict!)
- I read recently that it's actually rather insulting to give thanks to God for your meal, or anything really, as this implies that He has treated you better than your fellow man who has less than you, and what kind of jerk glories in that?
All the same, I do like to take the time at least once a year to be appreciative off all the good things around me.
I'm thankful for bunnies, sunshine, Hope, Love, friends, music, trees, grass, and snow. I hope everyone in the world is able to experience all these things, and if not, that they can make their own list of wonders.
The neighbor girl is apparently learning (or attempting to learn) saxophone, recorder, and keyboard. Unfortunately, she is heinously bad at all three. Pick one, darlin', and stick with it. Please.
(I suppose this can be considered karmic payback for my year of sawing away at the violin when I was 8.)
Tuesday was a day of incredible highs and lows for me, and I think it only really hit me today. I feel all trembly and I want to hide from everyone.
Got to go to work today and get some important shit taken care of, but maybe I'll stay at home tomorrow and be real quiet & still.
Sitting at the light at Lakeshore & Lake Park watching an otherwise kindly-looking grey-haired man wave a Yes On 8 sign as Madonna's True Blue played on the radio, I suddenly became crushingly sad. Are we really still fighting this fight? People are really still saying "Yes I have this right and say it's god-given, but I won't let you have it"?
I simply don't understand.
And then I came home and watched my favorite scene from "Angels in America" and cried.
You're the one I'm dreaming of
Your heart fits me like a glove
And I'm gonna be true blue baby I love you
- expressed my displeasure that William Shatner has been definitively shut out from appearing in the upcoming Star Trek movie, thus greatly diminishing my anticipation/joy surrounding its release.
- spent a good deal of time rehashing last night's presidential debate with co-workers. Hated on McCain. Learned that Joe the Plumber wasn't.
- spent nearly two hours on hold trying to get important information from an unhelpful and vaguely antagonistic corporation. Heard a smooth jazz version of the Temptations' "Ain't Too Proud To Beg" while waiting. Died a little inside.
- took a break to sit in the sun. Worried that weather this warm this late in October is probably a Very Bad Sign. Worried about what effect a Republican win in November would have on climate change. Worried about the election in general.
- while washing dishes at home, worried about the amount of water I was using. Turned off the tap more often.
.... good things happened! Got tickets to go see Bruce Campbell. Got my bangs trimmed.
But I have this creeping feeling that everything important in the world right now is a source of worry. (Yes, I suppose I am placing the Star Trek movie uncomfortably close to global warming on the worry-meter. But it's important to me, dammit!)
I guess this is all part of becoming an adult.
I thought I was ready to grow up. Perhaps I spoke too soon.
Every time I listen to the Jack Benny program (goes marvelously with sewing projects) I get a hankering for Jello. The sponsorship tie-ins perfectly reflect the show's general air of gracefulness & goofiness.
As with many people my age, I'm used to "feeling old" in a general sense. But today I am getting a better idea of how that will actually feel:
All my plumbing is screwed up, and I've pulled my back. I really do feel like going "ehhhh..." every time I stand up to walk across the room.
A temporary antidote: driving to work on a lovely sunny morning singing along to "Dreamweaver" at the top of my lungs.
But now I have to sit and think grumbly thoughts. What's helping now: thinking of Michelle Obama's amazing words about her dad. I can't even begin to complain when I think about that.
Every year zefrank becomes more and more of a hero to me: he's made so many people smile, and helped so many people break out of their respective creative funks....
He's still at it.
This blog post is great, and the responses it got were phenomenal. This happens to be a huge problem of mine, so I was so pleased to see that a) I am not alone and b)there are endless ways of motivating yourself, so there's no need to get depressed when any one method becomes stale & useless.
I use short phrases to combat stagnation and anxiety. The problem is that inspirational phrases too often have short shelf lives. "Celebrate Life" seemed to have an impact on me one night while I lay in bed thinking about how my life is like a washing machine drum, spinning but not moving. I repeated those two words like a mantra for a couple months until they were just two words again. Then "Respect The Time You Are Given" gave me a push. That lasted for about as long as it took me to jot it down. For the moment I am hooked on "What Would The Hero You Do?". When I start to feel lazy or trapped I think of a perfect version of myself and try to imagine what he would be doing right then and there. I don't always emulate him (my pecs aren't big enough), but it serves me well...for now.
Do you do this? What does your garbage can of failed motivations look like?
Responses can be found here. They are wonderful, and as of last week he has moved on to asking people what should be done with all these ideas.
That zefrank.... always working on a plan.....
I just realized I have been a Netflix member for five years. Five years of three dvds-at-a-time, with a pretty steady circulation. Five years of solid entertainment, with only a few disappointments. I've had what I'd say is about a 98% positive experience all 'round - and I would probably be lost without them.
Oftentimes when I have the need to visit oaklog's search page my eye is caught by the amazing creative potential of the "five latest searches" box.
Sometimes I can't decide if it's best used as haiku material or as a springboard for a long rambling story of how I spent the best years of my youth.....
But it's nearly always inspiring.