Everyone keeps going to their devices because of fear of missing out. I’m constantly going on Instagram, Twitter, wondering what’s going on in my friends’ lives. What am I missing? I want that for radio. What’s on right now, right now, that I didn’t know I wanted to listen to?
As I’ve mentioned, I came home last week to not only see friends, but to go to Memphis in May’s Beale Street Music Fest. I guess my body had become acclimated to the New England coolness because I got super overheated within forty five minutes of walking around Tom Lee Park. Water wasn’t helping. I had that feeling in my head and stomach that this day was not going to end well. I ate some barbecue, drank some sugary ice tea, and tried to find shade in the 90 degree heat(along with every other music goer). Everyone moved super slowly like we were walking through water.
Yet, I rallied. I rallied because this band came to town.
Seeing Bush was a check off my list of bands to see in my life. Since I bought “Sixteen Stone” in 1994, I have been a fan of their music and lead singer Gavin Rossdale. I could not stop smiling throughout the set. Everyone around me seemed to be in my age bracket and sang a long to almost all of the words. Great experience.
The sun went down, and if I could have beamed myself back to my parent’s house I would have done so. I could barely walk, and needless to say, I was driven home, and promptly drank Gatorade…I KNEW this was going to happen, oddly, earlier in the week, yet didn’t really prepare. I had a day to recover, and traveled back uneventfully to Burlington for the beginning of my summer classes. I won’t be back in Memphis until Christmas, so I was happy to have this small window of eating BBQ, drinking great water, and seeing the Mississippi at sunset.
I start classes on May 15th-four classes, and a fellowship. It’s going to be a wild ride.
I can’t believe it’s been almost a year since I left the City of Good Abode for the Queen City.
Here’s some stuff I’ve found around the interwebs:
Ever want to know how to cite a tweet for a paper? Yeah, that’s where we are now in life.
I finally saw “The Iron Lady” over the weekend, and is it bad that I was more excited to see this movie, and this movie than Meryl’s flick? I left the theater not impressed with the movie, but impressed with Ms. Streep.
I saw this on dooce.com and on Tumblr, and now this makes me want to learn how to do it in Photoshop. If Jack Nicholson doesn’t make you want to jump out of your skin, or evoke nightmares, just go away.
I would like one of these please. Preferably, Harry Potter, Amelie, Wizard of Oz, or Benjamin Button.
Please. For the children.
This video has yet to get old. I hope they go on tour again, and that they come somewhere in my vicinity.
Yes. And this. Never gets old…except that he is 40 now, and looks 25.
I’m on Spring Break, so now I can get back to blogging, reading non school related books, and catching up on TV/movies.
–I finished “Commencement” by J. Courtney Sullivan. I loved it, and read the review here.
Words to end my findings:
“A Ritual to Read to Each Other” by William Stafford
If you don’t know the kind of person I am
and I don’t know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.
For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.
And as elephants parade holding each elephant’s tail,
but if one wanders the circus won’t find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.
And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider–
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.
For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give–yes or no, or maybe–
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.
Here begins another week. I’m starting my third week of classes and it feels less nuttier than the first. Maybe I am getting use to Burlington, the citizens, and the routine of Champlain? Hm. I had my fourth acupuncture “nap” Saturday morning, and I think she is going to make a new plan for me. The winter is affecting me pretty harshly–very tired, thirsty, and not sleeping so great. It also didn’t help that I went out for beers with classmates the night before…oops. My four classes have upped the reading this go around. I had to buy about 8 paperbacks for one class last fall, and only read two. Pretty pissed. So, now I am getting my readin’ on.
I’m learning how to eat humble pie with my art class. Lots of talented 19/20/21 years olds in this elective class, and somehow I am surviving with my crappy drawing. I hope to look back in April and laugh with pride. We’ll see.
Here are some things I am looking at on the web lately:
Last week, I painfully read the post thatHeather and Jon are taking a break. Possibly a Ross and Rachel type break. I really hope for time to heal their wounds because they are a great family and original, hilarious people. I’ve been reading Dooce for a few years now, and I feel like they are a second family. Funny how you can become so close to people who you only know through photographs and blog posts.
The Avett Brothers, “Backwards in Time.”
I’m a little late in the Goyte boat, but, damn, this song. THIS SONG. “Somebody that I Use to Know.”
All this dog wants is a treat. You, human, are a jerk.
My rockin’ classmates, Rachel, Greg, and Cora showed my class this video during our Tuesday night class. If this doesn’t create a lump in throat, or makes you stand on your desk and shake your fist with inspiration, then you just suck. Charlie, you are the man.
Have you seen this commercial yet?
Want a book recommendation? The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern. Read it. Love it. Devour it.
Mavis Staples is Memphis, and I smiled with childish glee when I watched this impromptu sing a round(I made that word up).
Yesterday was busy, so I am late getting to my weekly finds. I ended up going with Danielle and Jessica from my MFA program and Jessica’s roommate Ginger to the bustling metropolis(notttttt…) of Plattsburgh, New York. Why may you ask?
There isn’t one in the ENTIRE state of Vermont. Yep. So, Plattsburgh has one attached to the local mall. I haven’t been to Plattsburgh in six years since I worked at Camp Chateaugay, and surprisingly, things(except gaining a Target, and a Best Buy), haven’t change much.
So, off we went to the Grand Isle Ferry(north of Burlington), and spent a nice afternoon roaming Tarjay and the mall.
Two of my purchases…
Ginger introduced us to a Black Eyed Peas song that I hadn’t heard before that I can’t stop playing on repeat:
Always fall in with what you’re asked to accept. Take what is given, and make it over your way. My aim in life has always been to hold my own with whatever’s going. Not against: with.