So, between reading the book and watching the show, "Game of Thrones" is definitely getting into my head.
Last night I dreamt that I got a LinkedIn recommendation from Tyrion Lannister for some PR work I'd done for his family. In the dream, I sat there trying to decide whether to allow the recommendation to show on my profile. I mean, on the one hand, Tyrion's a nice enough guy, and I didn't want to offend him, but, who wants to admit they've worked for the Lannisters?
Feb. 25th, 2012 @ 07:17 pm
I've been reading back over journal entries, and have realized that I record a lot more of the bad here than the good. In a way, it only makes sense. For one thing, writing is cathartic, and my LJ friends have always proved to be strong shoulders to lean on when I needed them. Plus, the old news conundrum applies to personal lives just as much as it does to public events. Good times are generally characterized by a lack of exciting things to report.
But, I'd like this blog to be a record of the good things, too. So, in no particular order, here is a list of 10 reasons that my life rocks:
1. My husband is one of the kindest, smartest, sexiest men I've ever known. He's crazy about me, and treats me with respect, attention and care. I'm crazy about him, too. We're shockingly compatible, too. We both love good food, good beer, movies, thrifting, and a host of other things. The ways that we aren't alike work as well as the ways that we are. He's a big science nerd, for instance, and I learn a lot about subjects I would never have explored on my own.
2. My kids are awesome. They're growing into really terrific people: responsible, smart, caring... I could not ask for more. Allie told me to add that she is also an award-winning artist.
3. I love my job. I love working for myself, and I love working from home. I love the challenge of writing about the brutally mundane and the intricately technical. I am constantly learning new things about the world. ("A Brief History of Air Conditioning" is a far more fascinating topic than you'd think.)
4. I'm pretty financially stable. I don't have a ton of extra money left after necessities, but, those necessities are always paid for, and I have not struggled in many years to cover basics like rent or food.
5. I have great friends. I'm a naturally shy, kind of socially awkward person, and making connections is not easy for me. But, through the luck of meeting some great people, and through working on maintaining relationships with people I've known, I've come to be able to count myself as someone blessed with a good handful of loyal, fantastic friends. The internet has helped a lot with this, by the way. The written word has always been my medium, and it's been much easier to keep in touch, and to find opportunities for me to see those I love in person when I can. Which brings me to:
6. I live in an age that was made for me. I love everything from the ease of access to data brought to us by the internet to the way that American palates have expanded and brought us a greater variety of good food and drink than ever before. My job didn't even exist 10 years ago (what the hell is a professional blogger? 10-year-ago me would have asked) but it was made for me.
7. I live in a great town. Dunedin is a rare thing in Florida: a small, artsy town, with a liberal orientation that is gay-friendly, environmentally conscious, and loves a hell of a party. There are big events downtown at least once a month.
8. I have a hobby I love. My husband and I found a super cheap deal on a sail boat almost a year ago & snatched it up. That's been one of the best decisions we've ever made. We'd never sailed before buying our boat, but it suits us perfectly.
9. I'm in pretty good health. I have had so many family members and friends struggle with health issues, so, I count that an extremely lucky break.
10. Cheese exists. Isn't that grand?
I'd love to see this turn into a meme. Can you name 10 reasons you are lucky?
Jan. 4th, 2012 @ 10:04 am
I get most of my music from two sources: Pandora and Spotify. Pandora's what I listen to in the car, because my radio is broken and I'm too cheap to buy a premium Spotify account. At home, I switch it up between the two.
The two work in different ways for me: usually, I find new music on Pandora, but pick out what I want to hear on Spotify.
I'm trying out something different this week. I'm going through my list of tracks I gave a thumbs-up to on Pandora, then finding the artist's other offerings on Spotify.
But first, I'm taking a friend's suggestion, and have entered "The Meters" into Pandora. This is an incredibly fun and funky groove, and I'm glad to have found it.
|» Just remembered last night's dream|
My husband, who is a computer geek who has never quite shaken off all of his hackerish urges, had modded by GPS so that it added "with a goat" to the end of every direction. So, I'd hear in that robot voice, "Turn... left.. in 100 feet... with a goat."|
I woke up pretty annoyed with him.
|» Random memory...|
In the bedroom I shared with my boyfriend in the first house we rented, there was a small bit of graffiti on the chimney that read "Peace... I love no one."|
It creeped me out so much that my boyfriend put a poster over it for me, and I forgot it was there until we were moving and he took the poster down.
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In a world where no one need ever lose contact with anyone, we all, paradoxically, will experience more loss. With FaceBook, etc, you'll never again wonder "what ever happened to..." Barring a deliberate decision to leave someone behind, you will still see each other around, until they aren't there to see anymore.|
Paul Tribble and I met the summer I was sixteen years old. I was visiting old friends back in California, and we'd just come out of a movie. I said "hi" to him outside the supermarket. He told me that something about me caught his attention, so he approached me to strike up a conversation.
He was smart and he was funny. I never met anyone more passionate about music, both as an artist and a fan.
We stayed in touch through letters and phone calls. He sent me mix tapes. Those tapes introduced me to Sisters of Mercy, The Smiths, and other bands that are still favorites of mine to this day.
I visited California again the next summer, and we saw each other again. But when I went back home, I met someone. I don't remember if Paul or I wrote again.
A few years after that, I got Paul's number from his mother. I called to see how he was. Things did not sound so great. He'd been fired from his job, and he wasn't getting along with his girlfriend. It was unsettling to hear him bitter and unhappy. Things weren't going so great in my own life, so I didn't call again.
Last April, he added me on FaceBook. We sent a few emails back and forth. He was living in Hawaii, doing sound for a company that put on luaus. He would make a post every now and then, usually some music. We'd read each other's feeds, and comment now and then. It was comfortable and companionable, but not something I thought of much.
I came home last night and saw this on my feed:
This is Paul's Dad, Paul Passed away last Friday Night from excessive consumption of Alcohol. We are planning on having a service for him next sunday at 1:30. It you would like to attend, or participate in the service in any way we would love to have you there.
I almost thought it was a joke for a moment. Paul definitely enjoyed having a few drinks. I had no idea he drank that heavily, though. Really, though, I haven't known very much about his life at all for many, many years.
Thank you, Paul, for that heady summer infatuation. It was something pure and bright and uncomplicated, and I will value it all my life.
Thank you for the music you shared with me.
Rest in peace.
|» Tack & Jibe|
I'm a dork, but, I think that one of the things I love most about a new skill is learning a whole new vocabulary. We went out sailing on a friend's boat the other day. He gave us our first bit of instruction. We were having a nice, lazy, sail, so, we only put the jib up and practiced jibing (basically, switching the sail from side to side so you zig-zag forward).|
We have a new motor coming for our boat today (found a deal) and hopefully will go out this weekend.
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The small ripples that the wind forms at the top of a swell in the sea are called "catspaws."|