“How Many More Times” – Led Zeppelin
“I Call Your Name” – The Mamas & The Papas
“What I Am” – Edie Brickell & The New Bohemians
“Traitor” – Sugar Cubes
“Sodom, South Georgia” – Iron & Wine
“Buffalo Soldier” – Bob Marley & The Wailers
“Just as Well” – Emily Sparks
“So Young” – The Corrs
“I am trying to break your heart” – WILCO
“Dazed and Confused” – Led Zeppelin
One of the more interesting mixes.
random10, friday shuffle
That’s supposed to be a relaxing ahh! I’m sitting in bed, propped by my massage chair with a glass of water, the laptop and my iPod. I got my hair cut. I didn’t make it to the fundraiser–sorry, Flo. I ended up leaving work really late, scooping up the kids on the way home and didn’t have time to swing back to school. (I’ll be sending a check).
I was just reading through the class blog. It’s getting pretty good. I think they’re getting the hang of this blogging thing. There’s a good post today about the confederate parks in Memphis. There’s also a good post about an email incident on campus that has raised issues of free speech and censorship. We watched some news clips in class today, some of which mentioned the issue of anonymity and privacy, regulating speech for election purposes and whether bloggers can be sued for slander.
The blog still definitely has its messy moments (don’t we all?), but it feels like a real blog now and not something we threw up for class and that was the goal really. And for you students reading out there (yes, I know you are ), keep up the good work!
That just describes my whole life right now. I’m sick. I am stuck in meetings all day. At least there’s nothing to do once I get home. I hate being in back to back meetings because I get meeting brain. I cannot think at all. I’m thinking in meeting speak. Yuk. I do have something more substantial to say, but it will have to wait until the meetings are over. I snagged 5 minutes between meetings to write this.
Preface: I am still in a funk, have not gotten enough sleep and until just a few minutes ago had a headache. I’ll be heading over to Phantom’s to whine.
Anyway, I can’t believe I’ve not run into this blog earlier. It was under the “blogs of note” section in blogger and this post on language and the abortion debate is wonderful.
The very trees with hanging heads condole
Sweet Summers parting, and of leaues distrest,
In dying colours make a grief-full role;
So much (alas) to sorrow are they prest.
Thus of dead leaues, her farewell carpets made,
Their fall, their branches, all their mournings proue,
With leaulesse naked bodies, whose hues vade
From hopefull greene to wither in their loue.
If trees, and leaues for absence mourners be,
No maruell that I grieue, who like want see.
–Mary Wroth, Sonnet 19, Pamphilia to Amphilanthus
Watching the season turn is almost painful. The leaves burst into flames of color, only to brown and crumble. The sky shocks with its bright blue against the orange and yellow only to fade more quickly each day into the soft purples and pinks of dusk. It is as if we are given so much beauty only to have it taken away, to be reminded of how ephemeral it is.
Fall is also a time of many partings. Small children climb into the yellow buses that take them away from home to school, each day their tiny hands waving in the rectangled windows. And the parents, relieved in part, shuffle back home either to an empty house or to grab car keys and make their way to work. Older children leave for college, sending back only the occasional email or blog post. The birds, too, begin to leave, making their way south, leaving the trees quiet and lonely. It is not sudden or surprising. It happens slowly.
But it is also a time of birth, a time of harvest, a time of bounty, a seemingly overabundance before the long, cold, dead of winter. How can one feel such longing, such loss when faced with the round girth of a bright orange pumpkin? Or how can one feel sad when the orange and yellow of the maple glint in the window?
Summer leaves us behind, moves on to better places while we, like jilted lovers, must watch it go, its trail of bright colors almost blinding.
What might be nice is if I could spend the day lounging around and listening to Rufus. Or better yet, maybe he could come over and play some tunes and we could chat. That would be good.
I’m in a bit of a funk. Not a big one, but just not as “up” as I usually am. Not sure what the cause is, probably hormonal/chemical. I’ve gotten a lot accomplished in the last few days, but I’m feeling like I’ve reached an impasse and don’t have the energy or the time get across it. So I’m just having to wait until I can deal.
There’s plenty to do, but none of it is particularly engaging. It’s true that some parts of my job suck. The nit-picky details that I don’t care about and that only 3 people care about. There’s nothing worse than spending a whole lot of time on something that you know only 3 people care about and that those 3 people will find something wrong with what you do.
On the flip side, I have some grand ideas which I’m afraid to float because they will be shot down for lack of money or the dreaded “how are we gonna support that” question. So I’m sitting on a couple of things and floating somewhere between nitpicky and grand, more toward the nitpicky end. It’s not fun.
What I’d really like to do is take a vacation. When’s winter break?
I think we’re all going to need something to get us through the next 3 years. I found the coolest way to make sure we all have good drinks at hand. The iPod bartender. I created my own shuffle. Here’s the list:
Gin and Tonic
Mint Julep (woo hoo, one of my favs)
Try it out. It’s cool. (found via Lifehacker, of course)
I fired off a couple of messages to “Chris Matthews” and “This Week.” Not that they’ll pay any attention, but maybe the anti-war movement will be on their radar now. I was also watching a lot of CNN yesterday and they didn’t cover it either. And the CBS Evening News didn’t. Nothing. Though I knew about the peace march before and had wanted to attend. The only coverage I’ve seen came from the blog I linked to in the previous post. Sad, just sad.
march on washington, protest
Check out these pictures–and think about why the press didn’t cover this–at all!! I’ll be watching the Sunday shows. If they don’t cover it, I’ll be asking them why.
Pictures at Flickr.
via Suburban Guerrilla