The joys of making a CD when you should be marking undergraduate essays:
Frontier Psychiatrist Avalanches
Under Pressure David Bowie & Queen
Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee Indigo Grrrls
She Green Day
Mother Mother Tracy Bonham
Devil’s Dance Floor Flogging Molly
Supernova Liz Phair
Spin the Bottle Juliana Hatfield 3
Seether Veruca Salt
Always Have to Steal My Kisses Ben Harper
And She Was Talking Heads
These Days Nico
Fat Bottomed Grrrls Queen
Let’s Do It (Fall in Love) Joan Jett & Paul Westerfield
Not a Virgin Anymore Poe
Jesus Don’t Want Me for a Sunbeam Nirvana
Brick Ben Folds Five
Wonderful Tonight Eric Clapton
What a Difference a Day Makes Billie Holiday
My Baby Just Cares For Me Nina Simone
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(Oh, and yay Angels! Whatta game/series!)
I must seem like the biggest sports geek at this point. But I haveta say that I luuuurve Tony Stewart’s Great Pumpkin car for this race.
per·di·tion [Middle English perdicion, from Old French, from Late Latin perditi, perditin-, from Latin perditus, past participle of perdere, to lose : per-, per- + dare, to give.]
1. The fact or condition of being destroyed or ruined; utter destruction, complete ruin.
2. Theol. The condition of final spiritual ruin or damnation, the future condition of the wicked and finally impenitent or unredeemed; the fate of those in hell, eternal death.
I watched Road to Perdition today. Amazing film. I still am mulling over my different responses to it — like American Beauty (same director, Sam Mendes), once the movie was over, I just sat in my seat and recovered from my cinematic experience. I’ve been waiting for it to come to the dollar theater, and now that its here I’ll probably go a couple more times. I know, thinking of Tom Hanks as an Irish mafia man is a bit hard to swallow — but he’s so good in the film. The same with Paul Newman and little boy that plays Hanks’ son. What’s up with me and my mobster kick?
So that was a great part of my day. That, and the baseball game tonight was SO good. It looked really bleak tonight, 5-0, until the 7th inning. Yay for the rally monkey. I love it when the World Series goes all 7 games. Oh, and tomorrow is the Napa 500 in Atlanta. Yay sports. Now for sleep.
I really like snow.
I like the noises it makes when I step —
feeling it tickle my nose and getting caught in my eyelashes.
I like watching it fall at night,
muffling sound and making everything appear dazzling white.
Granted, I may not be singing the same tune 3 months from now, but for today I think I’ll just stop and enjoy.