This is a mural on the street right at the top of the Filbert Staircase. Across the street from the apartment building that was featured in the Bogart/Bacall film, Dark Passage.
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- Lacrimosa (from Mozart’s Requiem) – Berlin Radio Symphony
- Puerto Rico – Blondie
- Crackity Jones – Pixies
- When Tomorrow Comes – Eurythmics
- Rich Girl – Hall & Oates
- Kid A – Radiohead
- The King & Queen of America – Eurythmics
I got 1000+ songs on this iPod and it happens to play two songs on the same album for my random 10 today? I hate that. - Here we go again – Everclear
- Fotzepolitic – Cocteau Twins
- Mrs. Robinson – Simon and Garfunkel
Thanks, again, to Matt from Tattered Coat for introducing me to this. I love the idea :).
My mom and stepdad are on thier way down here as I type this. They are driving all the way from Spokane. My mom called me on my way home from work last night to tell me that they entered California. So they are going to be here much sooner than I anticipated. This translates to me getting my ass in gear to clean my house. I’d best get on that.
Have a fantastic Memorial Day weekend!
- Lacrimosa (from Mozart’s Requiem) – Berlin Radio Symphony
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Surprisingly, dear hubby got me, a complete girly-girl to the nth degree, interested in the show, The Contender. And we’re not just talking a passing fancy. I think my love of the show hit full-on obsession. Just to kind of give you an idea of how much I loved this show, I nearly panicked when I was in Louisville, watching commercials (which I never do anymore thanks to Tivo) and saw that the Survivor finale was going to be on at the same time as the Contender. Oh the humanity! I called dear hubby up on the cell phone that very instant and told him that we need to figure out how to rig the television so that we can watch live t.v. and still record something with the Tivo so that we wouldn’t miss any episodes of The Contender. And God forbid we miss the Survivor finale.
At first I was just drawn into the whole personal side of it. Dear hubby was, of course, into the fights. He could have fast forwarded through the personal stuff and would have been fine, but I would not let him do that. No. I needed to watch the drama. But, see, this is how they suck the ladies in, with the drama. And the kids. Man, those fighters have the cutest damn kids I’ve ever seen! I was also in awe of how emotional the losing fighter would be after a fight. It was touching that this big, tough boxer would be totally reduced to tears. It was so heartwrenching to watch! Admittedly, I cried along with them…
I think the turning point for me was the fight between Jesse Brinkley and Anthony Bonsante. I actually had to go to bed early, so didn’t watch the fight when my dear hubby did. But I could hear him in the other room yelling at the television. You know how guys do that when they are watching sports? At one point he must have paused it at the commercial becuase he actually came into the bedroom to give me a bit of an update. He was very excited. I fell asleep soon after that, but when he came to bed he woke me up to tell me that it was a great fight, but didn’t tell me who won.
So the next night we watched the fight. Holy crap, was that a good fight. It looked like Jesse was getting his ass kicked, which I was kind of bummed out about because I did not like Anthony Bonsante. At all. So I was rooting for Jesse, and there he was getting his ass kicked. Like dear hubby, I was yelling at the television, too. Dear hubby kept making me think Jesse lost, and I was like, “oh no, please God don’t let Bonsante win, no, no”. I was all into it. Then, just when it looked like all was lost, jesse knocked Bonsante out. It was awesome. The guy just fell flat on his back and Jesse strutted away like he was saying,”Biatch.” Bonsante got up and tried to continue fighting, but he was out of it. His poor daughter got upset, seeing her dad get beat up like that, and she kept yelling, “stop the fight, stop the fight!” Then Bonsante, when he realized that he lost it due to a TKO, kept yelling, “NO, NO, NO.” It was all so very dramatic and awesome. In fact, I thought it was so good that I watched the whole fight twice!
And now I think I am totally a full-on fan of boxing. To the extent that I think I could even actually go watch a fight in person. Me, a total girly girl, watch a fight in person with all of the blood and gore.
I wonder if I could bring my knitting along with me?
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Your Dominant Intelligence is Musical Intelligence
Every part of your life has a beat, and you’re often tapping your fingers or toes.
You enjoy sounds of all types, but you also find sound can distract you at the wrong time.
You are probably a gifted musician of some sort – even if you haven’t realized it.
Also a music lover, you tend to appreciate artists of all kinds.You would make a great musician, disc jockey, singer, or composer.I have to admit, I love these little blog thingamajigs! Again, Dianne pointed me to this one.
This is so true about me..well, I don’t know if I’m intellectual in music because I don’t currently play an instrument. But, you may or may not have picked it up yet, I *love* music. I love music so very much. It’s a huge part of my life. And I love all types of music. I don’t think there is a single genre in which I can find a song that I don’t like. If it moves me in some way, I like it. I’ve been wanting to pick up an instrument again. really badly. I’m drawn to the guitar, but I’ve tried it and the strings cut my fingers, and I’m a wimp like that. But I might just go for it again. I think I need to start out on nylon strings.
Image by whittlz via Flickr Strangely, I’m really drawn to the Banjo! I love bluegrass and would love to whip out a banjo and bang out some bluegrass tunes on it. I was watching and older SNL the other night that our Tivo caught (1976 I believe) and in the middle of Steve Martin’s monologue he whipped out a banjo and started ripping it up! It was hella cool. And then he said something like, “banjo music is happy music. You could sing the most awful, dreadful things and it would sound happy and cheerful.” and then he proceeded to sing some awful dreadful things, which was the punchline to his joke. But I think it’s true. I think I like the banjo, the way it sounds, because it’s fun and cheerful.
Okay, so what’s with the “she’s just got a lot of rhythm” reference? Well, I will tell you. and this is kind of embarrassing…but what the hell.
For some really strange reason, when I was a teeny child, I used to bounce my head on my pillow at night and sing “twinkle twinkle little star” to put myself to sleep. For some reason, doing that comforted me and calmed me down. And I would eventually go to sleep. I have no idea where I got this idea or why I did it. I barely remember even doing this because I was so little. But my mom said that I had been doing this from the time I was a baby, at least old enough to carry it out. She was really freaked out by it and took me to the doctor. The doctor checked me out and you know what his diagnosis was? “She’s just got a lot of rhythm.”
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Child Population Dwindles in San Francisco – Yahoo! News
But most families need two or more incomes to keep their homes, and their children spend most of their days being cared for by others.
“We have so many friends who are moving out and say how much easier life has been for them,” Bakstad said. “If we can make it work in the city, we would love to stay. In a way, the jury is out.”
I was just having a conversation about this about an hour ago, and, look, here is an article about it. I would go as far to say that this is happening in the entire Bay Area in general. Young families just can’t afford to live here so they are moving out. I mean, look at me, for example. I would love to have a kid. But I think about the logistics of that and it just ain’t happening as long as I live here. Money is the main reason. Not being able to afford to live in anything bigger than a 1 bedroom apartment. those kinds of things.
I really wonder what this mass exodus is going to do to this area? It really makes me wonder.
