You know those old survey memes? (Maybe they're still around, it's just that my social circle's outgrown them.) They always ask for your favorite song. And for years I never had a favorite song.
I had songs I liked a lot. Songs that made me happy. I'd come up with something to answer the question.
But I had yet to encounter THE song.
The first time I heard The Hush Sound's "Honey" was a youtube video of a live performance of an early version of the song--not even the same lyrics that appear on the recording. Yet even with the imperfect first impression, my heart stirred and I've never been the same.
What I'm saying is, I never had a favorite song before I discovered "Honey." There were songs that were quite nice, songs I could tell myself were my favorite, but I knew in my heart something better was out there.
My metaphor is, of course, to romance. To the notion of finding "the one." You know you're supposed to have a favorite song (partner), and you find something that works for a while and that you quite like, but when you finally encounter that ONE song, you know in your heart that it's different from anything that came before and anything you'll ever encounter again. That it was worth the wait. That it was okay to go years without a favorite song, because nothing fits you more perfectly.
Appendix:
Evidence of my ongoing love affair with "Honey:"
January 2009
March 2009
June 2009
July 2009
November 2010
January 2011
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Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Choose your own adventure!
Scene:
Interior small-but-well-decorated apartment, bathroom. A 20-something woman has just gotten out of the shower and is drying herself. The doorbell rings.
Exposition:
That's odd, she thinks to herself. I wasn't expecting company, and I haven't ordered a package. For the first moment she ignores the interruption, but then curiosity overcomes her. She opens the bathroom door and creeps to the peephole in the front door. Outside stands a man with a very large package.
Time to choose your own adventure!
If she hollers "just a minute!" and scrambles for a bathrobe, continue to paragraph A.
If she opens the door dripping wet, partially covered by her towel, continue to paragraph B.
A:
"Just a minute!" she shouts, even though he's two feet away from her and the door is not thick. He acknowledges, and she drops her towel and hurriedly replaces it with her cozy pink bathrobe. She cracks the door and peers out. He is embarrassed to find her in this state and bashfully asks, "Do you know the people who live in this apartment?", gesturing to the door behind him. She's never met the neighbors, but he asks if he can leave the package with her. Either at the prospect of letting a strange man into the apartment while she's only barely clothed, or because she really has no desire to interact with the neighbors, she demurs. "I'm sorry, I'd rather not. Could you take it to the office?" He takes no offense, but looks disappointed...at the prospect of transporting his package back down the stairs, surely.
B:
Securing the knot in her towel, she opens the door. The delivery man gives her a once-over, taking in her bare legs and shoulders, but remains firmly in control of the situation. "Excuse me, miss. I need you to sign for this package." He hands her the tablet and she sizes him up. "What are you going to do with that package?" "Well, miss, I need to move it into your apartment." "It looks pretty large. Do you need some help handling it?" "Don't worry, miss, I am fully capable of handling this package. Just tell me where you want it." She steps back and leads him to her bedroom, feeling her towel loosen around her chest as she takes each step. Barely clutching at the thin fabric, she tells him, "I want your package right here." "Well, miss, I can certainly arrange for that..."
Interior small-but-well-decorated apartment, bathroom. A 20-something woman has just gotten out of the shower and is drying herself. The doorbell rings.
Exposition:
That's odd, she thinks to herself. I wasn't expecting company, and I haven't ordered a package. For the first moment she ignores the interruption, but then curiosity overcomes her. She opens the bathroom door and creeps to the peephole in the front door. Outside stands a man with a very large package.
Time to choose your own adventure!
If she hollers "just a minute!" and scrambles for a bathrobe, continue to paragraph A.
If she opens the door dripping wet, partially covered by her towel, continue to paragraph B.
A:
"Just a minute!" she shouts, even though he's two feet away from her and the door is not thick. He acknowledges, and she drops her towel and hurriedly replaces it with her cozy pink bathrobe. She cracks the door and peers out. He is embarrassed to find her in this state and bashfully asks, "Do you know the people who live in this apartment?", gesturing to the door behind him. She's never met the neighbors, but he asks if he can leave the package with her. Either at the prospect of letting a strange man into the apartment while she's only barely clothed, or because she really has no desire to interact with the neighbors, she demurs. "I'm sorry, I'd rather not. Could you take it to the office?" He takes no offense, but looks disappointed...at the prospect of transporting his package back down the stairs, surely.
B:
Securing the knot in her towel, she opens the door. The delivery man gives her a once-over, taking in her bare legs and shoulders, but remains firmly in control of the situation. "Excuse me, miss. I need you to sign for this package." He hands her the tablet and she sizes him up. "What are you going to do with that package?" "Well, miss, I need to move it into your apartment." "It looks pretty large. Do you need some help handling it?" "Don't worry, miss, I am fully capable of handling this package. Just tell me where you want it." She steps back and leads him to her bedroom, feeling her towel loosen around her chest as she takes each step. Barely clutching at the thin fabric, she tells him, "I want your package right here." "Well, miss, I can certainly arrange for that..."
Saturday, September 11, 2010
A sequence and a post script.
Saw a facebook ad about Mormons -->
Remembering the friendly politician fellow who turned out to be Mormon and not flirty -->
A: "how old is he?" M: "I dunno, less than 30" -->
A: *looks him up* "MARIE! HE LOOKS OLD!" -->
Oh yeah--I'm horrible at judging age.
fin
Also:
If I think someone does not look old, and he or she is not old, doesn't that make me a good judge of age? With me this far? Okay, what about when the rest of the world thinks the person does look old, even though he is she is not? That doesn't make ME any less ACCURATE, right??
Remembering the friendly politician fellow who turned out to be Mormon and not flirty -->
A: "how old is he?" M: "I dunno, less than 30" -->
A: *looks him up* "MARIE! HE LOOKS OLD!" -->
Oh yeah--I'm horrible at judging age.
fin
Also:
If I think someone does not look old, and he or she is not old, doesn't that make me a good judge of age? With me this far? Okay, what about when the rest of the world thinks the person does look old, even though he is she is not? That doesn't make ME any less ACCURATE, right??
Thursday, September 2, 2010
It starts in my toes...
I'm being haunted the song "Bubbly" by Colbie Caillat. How else do you explain it?
Background: the song's a good two or three years old, and not anything I'd ever actually LISTENED to. My roommates spring of junior year, the music therapy girls, would play it on their guitars from time to time, and that was really my only exposure to it--their nervous chattering of "tee hee it's actually about an ORGASM," all that. I didn't really care. Not really my type of music--a little too mellow, a lot too lovey-dovey.
Story: A couple weeks ago my car cd player broke, so I've been listening to the radio on drives too short to bust out the iPod. Meanwhile, two weekends ago I ended things with my first serious boyfriend. Two or three days after that all occurred, "Bubbly" came on the radio just as I turned on my car to drive to work. I listened to it out of curiosity--as I said, all I knew was the "tee hee, orgasm" thing--and, WOW, it was depressing.
the rain is falling on my window pane
but we are hiding in a safer place
under covers staying dry and warm
you give me feelings that I adore
'cause, like, the first night we were together that weekend, before I knew that I had to end it, it was all stormy...and we didn't leavethe bed his apartment...
About a week later (also known as a few days ago), the song came on AGAIN on my drive to work. Here's how it went: I listened to the intro, was reminded of "Bubbly," but thought, "noooo, as old as that song is, there's no way they're playing it at the exact same time two times in a week!", but, yeah, no, that was it. I switched stations and didn't give it another thought...
...Until today. I was listening to that same station (the main Top 40 station), and they were playing Taylor Swift, so I switched to my backup station. The backup station--how do I describe it? I always think it's alternative until I hear them playing Katy Perry or Christina Aguilera, but it's not exactly Top 40. Anyhow--THE BACKUP STATION WAS PLAYING "BUBBLY." I actually shouted, "are you fucking kidding me???" and switched back to Taylor Swift.
I mean, I honestly don't think I'd ever heard the song all the way through before (except for Carrie and Kristen's virginal renditions). And to hear it on the radio across stations 3 times in like 10 days? When I listen to the radio for 10 minutes a day, tops? And that this happened right after I'd ended actually being in a place where I could actually appreciate something that happy and sappy.
lol...
Background: the song's a good two or three years old, and not anything I'd ever actually LISTENED to. My roommates spring of junior year, the music therapy girls, would play it on their guitars from time to time, and that was really my only exposure to it--their nervous chattering of "tee hee it's actually about an ORGASM," all that. I didn't really care. Not really my type of music--a little too mellow, a lot too lovey-dovey.
Story: A couple weeks ago my car cd player broke, so I've been listening to the radio on drives too short to bust out the iPod. Meanwhile, two weekends ago I ended things with my first serious boyfriend. Two or three days after that all occurred, "Bubbly" came on the radio just as I turned on my car to drive to work. I listened to it out of curiosity--as I said, all I knew was the "tee hee, orgasm" thing--and, WOW, it was depressing.
the rain is falling on my window pane
but we are hiding in a safer place
under covers staying dry and warm
you give me feelings that I adore
'cause, like, the first night we were together that weekend, before I knew that I had to end it, it was all stormy...and we didn't leave
About a week later (also known as a few days ago), the song came on AGAIN on my drive to work. Here's how it went: I listened to the intro, was reminded of "Bubbly," but thought, "noooo, as old as that song is, there's no way they're playing it at the exact same time two times in a week!", but, yeah, no, that was it. I switched stations and didn't give it another thought...
...Until today. I was listening to that same station (the main Top 40 station), and they were playing Taylor Swift, so I switched to my backup station. The backup station--how do I describe it? I always think it's alternative until I hear them playing Katy Perry or Christina Aguilera, but it's not exactly Top 40. Anyhow--THE BACKUP STATION WAS PLAYING "BUBBLY." I actually shouted, "are you fucking kidding me???" and switched back to Taylor Swift.
I mean, I honestly don't think I'd ever heard the song all the way through before (except for Carrie and Kristen's virginal renditions). And to hear it on the radio across stations 3 times in like 10 days? When I listen to the radio for 10 minutes a day, tops? And that this happened right after I'd ended actually being in a place where I could actually appreciate something that happy and sappy.
lol...
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
I can't stop smiling
New phone with lots of nifty features. Had a pretty good day at school today (one of the newbies is finally trained to work 5 of the kids, thank God). Came home and did some really good journaling. Yummy salad and home-grown green beans for dinner. Evening time with Pistashleyo. Being giddy during choir with Erica. Making a slight spectacle of myself during choir by laughing so much. Rocking out to Beach Boys with Erica on the way to Andy's, which the director bought for everyone. Good talk with my mom, good chat with my man, good/ridiculous convo with my roomie. Found the Metromix pic after a lady in choir told me she saw my picture on the internet (to be fair, she saw us oot and aboot that night). I ate ice cream three times today. We have awesome plans for this weekend, and awesome BIRTHDAY plans for the next weekend, along with awesome crazy-party-in-Lawrence plans. I have a whole 8 days until my class starts.
I guess what I'm trying to say is things are pretty good...
I guess what I'm trying to say is things are pretty good...
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Disturbing disney dilemma
Fact:
I haven't watched near enough Disney movies lately.
Actually, I haven't watched ANY Disney movies lately.
Actually, I never fuckin' saw the Princess and the Frog, and it's out on video now, so what's my excuse??? I mean, that movie was marketed to me. Specifically. The previews starting out with Aladdin, Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Lion King, basically my childhood. And the prince is soooooo handsome--Disney's hottest prince since Aladdin! And it's Disney's first black princess! And I can't wait for some fresh Disney meat to chew up from a feminist perspective!
I've been feeling like watching Snow White lately. Which is odd because I never really liked that one--actually, I never really gave it a chance because her voice bugs me. I guess I could buy it and watch it. I have a habit of buying these movies and never watching them (see also: Pinocchio, Oliver and Company, Dumbo, several others).
i'm wishing (i'm wishing)
for the one i love (for the one i love)
to find me (to find me)
today (today)
i'm hoping (i'm hoping)
and i'm dreaming of (and i'm dreaming of)
the nice things (the nice things)
he'll say (he'll say)
tell me, wishing well
will my wish come true,
will my wish come with your magic spell
won't you tell my loved one what to do?
I also hardcore feel like listening to some Disney On the Record (a broadway show of disney medleys, basically, kind of dumb but i saw it at starlight FRONT ROW CENTER and it was EPIC, I mean when the chick was singing "part of your world" she was making EYE CONTACT WITH ME AND ASKING ME, "what do you call it?") (lolol) (that actress now plays Mary Poppins on Broadway), but i took that cd out of my car at some point and it seems like a lot of effort to find it on my ipod, turn off shuffle, etc. hahaha
I should go to bed. Stop whining about my disney dilemma. Can't actually do anything about it at the moment--bedtime--but I can wish! LOL
I haven't watched near enough Disney movies lately.
Actually, I haven't watched ANY Disney movies lately.
Actually, I never fuckin' saw the Princess and the Frog, and it's out on video now, so what's my excuse??? I mean, that movie was marketed to me. Specifically. The previews starting out with Aladdin, Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Lion King, basically my childhood. And the prince is soooooo handsome--Disney's hottest prince since Aladdin! And it's Disney's first black princess! And I can't wait for some fresh Disney meat to chew up from a feminist perspective!
I've been feeling like watching Snow White lately. Which is odd because I never really liked that one--actually, I never really gave it a chance because her voice bugs me. I guess I could buy it and watch it. I have a habit of buying these movies and never watching them (see also: Pinocchio, Oliver and Company, Dumbo, several others).
i'm wishing (i'm wishing)
for the one i love (for the one i love)
to find me (to find me)
today (today)
i'm hoping (i'm hoping)
and i'm dreaming of (and i'm dreaming of)
the nice things (the nice things)
he'll say (he'll say)
tell me, wishing well
will my wish come true,
will my wish come with your magic spell
won't you tell my loved one what to do?
I also hardcore feel like listening to some Disney On the Record (a broadway show of disney medleys, basically, kind of dumb but i saw it at starlight FRONT ROW CENTER and it was EPIC, I mean when the chick was singing "part of your world" she was making EYE CONTACT WITH ME AND ASKING ME, "what do you call it?") (lolol) (that actress now plays Mary Poppins on Broadway), but i took that cd out of my car at some point and it seems like a lot of effort to find it on my ipod, turn off shuffle, etc. hahaha
I should go to bed. Stop whining about my disney dilemma. Can't actually do anything about it at the moment--bedtime--but I can wish! LOL
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
livin' la vida loca
Started in the new building this week. (We moved our entire autism program down the street.) Oh my gah, things are crazy. It's a lot easier to spread staff really thin in the larger environment. Like, this afternoon, for example...there are five of us who work with our eight kids. One person had run back to the old building for an errand. One person was on one-on-one potty duty with a student (we're trying to get him potty-trained; he's sitting on the potty ALL DAY). One person was setting up snack. That left two of us with the kids playing with shaving cream/cleaning that up/taking everyone potty before snack. So I took two kids and got them cleaned up and pottied and went to drop them off at snack, but the person wasn't finished setting it up yet, so I had to stay with them. Which left one person alone with four kids and a big shaving cream mess. eek! (And this craziness was with one child taking a nap!)
I'm so excited for my teaching position. I know this is what I want to do. My job is more important to me now than getting certified is...which screws me over if I ever want to work anywhere else, but I don't see what else I can do. This job is everything I never knew I always wanted. heh.
Had a really great week in L-town last week. Probably my last chance to just chill there for quite some time, what with training and then, well, teaching. Jonesie (my darling rat) loves my parents, which is hilar, between my dad being a rat-murderer and my mom not liking animals. I subbed some and was that much more grateful for my real job (middle-schoolers are annoying). I chilled with B, and I got to go to the Fall Festival parade for the first time in...six years? Spent some time with my brother (hadn't seen him since June!), and briefly saw my Carly (see previous post lol). Saw a couple preciously adorable baby cousins*--who love me!--and a few miscellaneous extended family members.
Read Love in the Time of Cholera. I found it extremely disappointing, for as much as I love One Hundred Years of Solitude. Oh well. Next (not counting keeping up with my New Yorkers) I'm reading My Life in Pictures by Temple Grandin, who has autism. sweet.
*One example of their supreme cute-itude: while I was praising Rachel, who's three and a half and was sitting across the room, for putting shapes in the shape sorter ("good job, Rachel!"), her baby sister Abigail, eighteen months, who was climbing on me, put her hands on her hips, stuck out her lip, and scolded me, "Ah-bi-gail" (thinking I'd called her her sister's name). LMAO
I'm so excited for my teaching position. I know this is what I want to do. My job is more important to me now than getting certified is...which screws me over if I ever want to work anywhere else, but I don't see what else I can do. This job is everything I never knew I always wanted. heh.
Had a really great week in L-town last week. Probably my last chance to just chill there for quite some time, what with training and then, well, teaching. Jonesie (my darling rat) loves my parents, which is hilar, between my dad being a rat-murderer and my mom not liking animals. I subbed some and was that much more grateful for my real job (middle-schoolers are annoying). I chilled with B, and I got to go to the Fall Festival parade for the first time in...six years? Spent some time with my brother (hadn't seen him since June!), and briefly saw my Carly (see previous post lol). Saw a couple preciously adorable baby cousins*--who love me!--and a few miscellaneous extended family members.
Read Love in the Time of Cholera. I found it extremely disappointing, for as much as I love One Hundred Years of Solitude. Oh well. Next (not counting keeping up with my New Yorkers) I'm reading My Life in Pictures by Temple Grandin, who has autism. sweet.
*One example of their supreme cute-itude: while I was praising Rachel, who's three and a half and was sitting across the room, for putting shapes in the shape sorter ("good job, Rachel!"), her baby sister Abigail, eighteen months, who was climbing on me, put her hands on her hips, stuck out her lip, and scolded me, "Ah-bi-gail" (thinking I'd called her her sister's name). LMAO
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