Saturday, July 18

I Think I Should Play Me


"Who's going to play me? I think I should play me." ~Adaptation, Film (2002)

I have been trying to determine for quite some time which fictional character I would want to be … or which ones more closely represent the me that I am. This process actually began before I published the lists of fictional places
I want to visit and those you can’t pay me to visit and will be my final (maybe) entry in what somehow became a short little series.

I considered, at some point, listing those fictional characters with whom I have been infatuated, but I covered that subject last year when I created
this mosaic. It is a fairly accurate list minus the noticeable absence of Captain Malcolm Reynolds from Firefly who was omitted in an obvious moment of insanity. There were only nine in that mosaic, so we’ll add Mal at the top of that list and consider it complete. Ta da! That was easy.

I wish selecting my own representation of fictional characters was as simple. Let me begin by confessing that none of Jane Austen’s heroines made the list. I came to the Austen party late in life. I thought reading Austen was too “girlie” for me. But, as an English Literature major in university, it was inevitable that I would find myself with one of her six novels in hand … eventually. Now I own them all. I started with Persuasion (still my favorite) and found myself an Austen convert. There are a number of online “Which Austen Heroine Are You?” quizzes. Confession: I have taken several of them and the answer is always the same. Elizabeth Bennett. On some levels, Lizzie and I are very much alike (beyond sharing the same name). She is headstrong, quick tempered, witty, independent and honest. I carry those characteristics as well; however, I also tend to be very stoic, practical, and firmly ensconced in responsibility … much like Elinor Dashwood. Truthfully, I find several things in common between myself and most Austen heroines with the exception of Emma. No, there is no part of me in Emma. Thank goodness.

After much deliberation, here is my final current list of fictional characters I would love to be OR those who could, quite easily, be me.

10. She-Ra the Princess of Power
Cartoon Character: He-Man Universe


I’ve always said my superpower would be the ability to speak to animals. Well, Princess Adora (aka: She-Ra) has that power … telepathically, of course. I was one of those girls that wanted to be He-Man until his twin sister, She-Ra, was introduced to the cartoon world. She has superhuman speed and is also able to heal by touch. And, like He-Man, she has her own sword. This one: The Sword of Protection. (In truth, I had difficulty choosing between She-Ra and Cheetara from Thundercats. Both of them almost made the list, but it was not meant to be.)

9. Ahsoka Tano
Saga Character: Star Wars - The Clone Wars


Yes, she is Anakin Skywalker’s (aka: Darth Vader) padawan, but she is spunky, determined, aggressive, talented, mouthy, and reckless. Not to mention, I needed an excuse to be a Jedi … even only one in training … and the personality fits.

8. Commander T’Pol
Saga Character: Star Trek - Enterprise


Let’s forget for a moment that T’Pol is the science officer onboard Enterprise and that science was one of my worst subjects. Let’s also forget that she is Vulcan and I’m not terribly logical most of the time. Over-analytical? Yes. Logical. Not so much. She is actually much more emotional than the average Vulcan. I, on the other hand, tend to be more stoic and less emotional (on the surface) than the average human female. Perhaps our personalities meet somewhere in the middle. T’Pol is seen in the Vulcan community as a rebel, especially for the curiosity she exhibits in regard to human culture and emotions.

7. Josephine (Jo) March
Literary Character: Little Women by Louisa Ma Alcott


“Jo is independent, tempestuous, vivacious, clever, and self-confident. She struggles throughout the story to learn to control her temper and her tendency to hold a grudge. She is a tomboy who is more interested in reading and playing games than in primping or gossiping with girls her age.” ~enotes.com (They said it better than I can.) Again, sound like anyone you know?

6. Honey Ryder
Literary/Movie Character: Dr. No by Ian Fleming


In the book she’s Honeychile Rider. In the movie she’s Honey Ryder. Either way, she is the iconic Bond girl. Like many of the characters on this list she is independent and headstrong. I like that.

5. Selene
Movie Character: Underworld


Oh, come on … this is me. You had to know I would choose to be a vampire true immortal somewhere along the way. The name “Selene” originates in Greek mythology. She is the titan goddess of the moon. Ironic, as Selene is a vampire in the movies and not a lycan. Anyway … Selene is an emotionally strong character, proficient in weaponry and often exhibits superhuman traits such as super strength. She is a warrior. She also has a heart that she has guarded for an untold amount of time until Michael the vampire/lycan hybrid enters her life and she falls in love. Of course, I know no one close to me who seriously guards her heart.

4. Black Cat
Comic Book Character: Marvel Comics


Her name is Felicia Hardy and, much like my favorite comic character Bruce Wayne/Batman, she has no superpowers. Well, in the beginning she had no superpowers (long story). She trains her body, uses her own wits and ingenuity and has great gadgets. She is also a semi-reformed thief. I won’t delve into her history but she is an awesome anti-heroic character: streetwise, strong and a wee bit morally ambiguous. And … she has my eyes.

3. Beatrice
Literary Character: "Much Ado About Nothing" by William Shakespeare


Methinks Shakespeare liked his women sassy. Beatrice may not be his most in depth female character, but she is the wittiest. She is sarcastic and jaded and lively. A master of quick wit she uses masterful word artillery against Benedick in their brilliant verbal sparring that is, without question, the highlight of the play. But, behind Beatrice’s laughing eyes and witty mouth hides a woman capable of loving deeply, as well as a woman with an incredibly fierce temper. Sound familiar?

2. Éowyn of Rohan
Literary Character: The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien


A Shieldmaiden of Rohan, Éowyn is one of the great literary tomboys. She feels trapped in her life of nobility and longs for glory and honor … which she eventually earns by disguising herself as a man and joining the Battle of Pelennor Fields where she defeats the Witch-King.

"But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Éomund’s daughter. You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him." ~J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

I have claimed to “be” Éowyn since I first read The Lord of the Rings in junior high. We have much in common and I often feel caged by female responsibility … longing for something more. In the beginning, I took issue with the casting of Miranda Otto for the films. But, she has grown on me and I feel she brings authenticity to the character.

1. Lara Croft
Video Game Character: Tomb Raider


Let me be honest. I might give up my first born child to have the body that Angelina Jolie was sporting in the first Tomb Raider movie. I’d be tempted, but that isn’t all I want. Characteristically Lara is strong-willed, brave, super confident, a risk taker, and completely bad ass. Born into English nobility she is also well-educated, worldly, shrewd and bloody brilliant … traveling around the world
plundering in search of archaeological treasures and ancient civilizations. Do I want her life? Absolutely.

I’m done. Whew. Runners-up: Buffy Summers (Buff the Vampire Slayer) and Zoe Washburne (Firefly) came so close (as in they were on the list and then I took them off) but I had to limit the list to a top ten and not a top twelve.

Of course, in the end, it’s always better to be one’s authentic self. Don’t you think?

“The authentic self is the soul made visible.” ~Sarah Ban Breathnach




Wednesday, July 15

Operation Skinny Bitch

Good title, huh? I think so. Unfortunately, I can’t claim credit for it. That honor goes to the lovely Andrea of Gathering Dust … a woman of like mind and fellow female watcher of sporting events … who penned a tweet one day with those very words and I was inspired.

“Inspired to do what?” you ask. Inspired to get healthy and, in doing so, to rediscover myself.

Truthfully, I’ve been inspired for a while. But, inspiration is not always enough … evidenced by my complete lack of motivation. Pitiful excuse. Excuses: I have a lot of them.

A brief picture (please forgive the photo quality) story:

Once upon a time there was a skinny young tomboy who loved sports.















That skinny tomboy became a skinny junior-high athlete …














… and, in turn, she developed into a skinny (yet muscular) teenager … who still loved sports … lived sports … breathed sports.















A little history beyond the above photographs is needed, I believe. This will read a bit along the lines of bragging rights but, damn it … I didn’t brag back then. Why shouldn’t I do it now? Let’s see … 7th grade through 12th grade should do it. My 10th grade year will be noticeably absent from all mention as I was in the United States that year and I chose to not participate in any school sports.

Basketball (my least accomplished sport)
Position: Guard or Point Guard
7th – Junior High Team (1st year picking up a basketball.)
8th – Junior High Team
9th – Junior High Team
11th – Junior Varsity Team
12th – Varsity Team

Field Hockey (my passion)
Position:
Right Wing
9th – Junior Varsity Team (1st year picking up a hockey stick.)
11th – Varsity Team
12th – Varsity Team

Track (my natural gift)
Events: 100m, 200m, 110m hurdles, high jump, long jump, 4 x 100m relay … and wherever else coach chose to plug me in on any given track meet day … except long distance. Not only did I not have the stamina to run anything longer than a 400m, but even I wasn’t stupid enough to run long distance against the Kenyan schools.
7th – Junior High Team
8th – Junior High Team
9th – Varsity Team
11th – Varsity Team *Captain
12th – Varsity Team *Captain


There you have it. The story continues ...

Eventually, and far too early in life, she got knocked up … got married … had children … got divorced. Life (and one particular bed-ridden pregnancy) took its toll.

[Stare at this spot long enough and you might see a full picture of me as I am today. Pffffft! Like hell.]

I am … *ahem* … full figured. No, I don’t exaggerate and I am miserable. I have been for years. All my attempts at losing the extra weight (and I’m not talking about 10 pounds here) were epic failures. On top of my half-hearted attempts is the undeniable fact that my bipolar medication (and pretty much all bipolar meds on the market today) causes weight gain … often substantial. For a long period of time maintaining my current weight without putting on medicinally induced pounds became the main issue at hand.

About three years ago I finally joined a gym and actually began to make some progress. But then, I found myself (by my own choice, mind you) a single mother with one income and a very strict budget that left no room for gym dues. What progress I had made … vanished in a couple of months.

So, here I am. My circumstances haven’t changed. I’m still a big girl. I’m still a single, working mother. I’m still … so bloody miserable. Hence, the commencement of Operation Skinny Bitch. Now, I am realistic. I have no intention of ever being as tiny as I was in high school. Truthfully, I don’t want to be that small. The word “skinny” to me conjures up images of anorexic and emaciated women. Likewise, I don’t really think of myself as a “bitch” … but we all have our moments, right? The point is this: I think I finally hit my breaking point. No more complaining. No more blaming anything and everything but me. Circumstances may have led me to be this way, but I am 100% at fault for not working harder to overcome the effects of those circumstances. No more bullshit excuses.

A lovely friend here in town is close enough to me that she can see through my smiles and my sassy attitude. She knows I am in pain and, in a moment of wondrous generosity, signed me up and paid for the first month of my membership at one of the local gyms … and I have been going … and I had almost forgotten exactly how much I LOVE exercise. I love how it makes me feel. I love to sweat. And … I hope I can eventually love the results. Subsequent monthly dues, however, are my responsibility so I must decide what to give up in order to give this gift to myself. With this quest has come a new found will power in regard to food. Oh, I am no glutton. I ate more in high school than I do now, but I haven’t necessarily been eating the best things for me. That’s changing and it means an entirely new lifestyle for me.

I know this body does not define who I am. No, it does not. Yet, I allow it to affect how I portray myself … and that is a travesty. I have to find her again: the confident athlete. I can do this. I have to do this. I need this. Failure is not an option.

“I am not a has-been. I am a will be.” ~Lauren Bacall



Saturday, July 4

Patriot Found





If you know or have read
my history then you realize that, with good reason, I don’t always feel particularly American. And, yet, I possess enough knowledge and wisdom to know I would never abandon or give up my U.S. citizenship. It is an interesting internal conflict. I love the country where I was born and currently reside and, yet, I am often embarrassed or angered by her people or her actions toward one another and the rest of the planet. However, there are moments both profound and frivolous that illicit deeply sincere patriotic feelings within me. Strangely, July 4th … Independence Day … today (or any other year) is not one of those moments. I don’t particularly care for parades. Hot dogs are disgusting. And, I would gladly bid a fond farewell to fireworks for the rest of recorded time.

“You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness. You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism.” ~Erma Bombeck

Traditional Fourth of July celebrations just don’t “do it” for me. What does? Well, I’m glad you asked.

Voting
My senior year of high school I chose to take American Government as an elective class. Yes, I was still in Kenya. It was, however, an election year. I would graduate from high school in July. In August I would turn 18 (voting age) and be in the United States for university. When November came … I would vote and I was not going in blind. I wanted to understand how the system worked. I wanted to know, without doubt, what made America great and for what, exactly, I was voting. I did vote that year and I have voted in every subsequent major election. I will not take that privilege for granted. And, without fail, I shed a tear or two as I am leaving my local polling station. In that moment … when I have just cast my ballot … despite the outcome … I am damn proud to be an American.

“To make democracy work, we must be a nation of participants, not simply observers. One who does not vote has no right to complain.” ~Louis L'Amour

Sporting Events
A lifetime ago I used to be an athlete and I am, by nature, I highly competitive individual. Greatness in sport is a wonder to behold. The Olympics, in particular, bring out the patriot in me. I am not alone. Look at how we Americans have rallied behind Jesse Owens, Mary Lou Retton, Carl Lewis, Michael Phelps or the 1980 U.S. Ice Hockey Team … Miracle on Ice.

Movie Speeches
Screenwriters are geniuses. Enough said.

Mr. Smith Goes To Washington, Film (1939)


Independence Day, Film (1996)


Eagles
Don’t scoff until you have seen a bald eagle up close … in the wild. Or, even more relevant, when you witness the release of an eagle that was injured and rehabilitated … and share in the freedom it experiences as it spreads its wings fully for the first time in many months and soars into the sky.

Our Military
Have you ever been in an airport when a unit, or even five or six soldiers, stepped off an airplane and was greeted by a few smattering claps that slowly built into a full-blown applause as they proceeded through the airport terminal? I have. It was one of the most profound moments of my life. Forget the politics behind how we, as Americans, end up in conflicts around the globe. My heart cries out every time an American soldier dies protecting our freedom or protecting those who have no one else to protect them. I almost enrolled in the army after my first year of college. In retrospect, I should have done so. I think other countries are right about mandatory military service. There would be more benefits than drawbacks to every able bodied man and woman in this country spending two years in their military branch of choice once turning eighteen. [Please refrain from the hate mail. This is just an opinion.]

Music
In truth, “God Bless the USA” by Lee Greenwood gets me. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. Then again, I’m not a huge fan of country music but I can sing the lyrics to Toby Keith’s “Courtesy of the Red, White & Blue” as well. But, it would be remiss of me ... on this day … if I did not give you this:



HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY to my fellow Americans.
Remember: We are all in this together.

“There is nothing wrong with America that cannot be cured by what is right with America.” ~William J. Clinton, 42nd President of the United States of America


Tuesday, June 16

Frayed Edges


When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.
~Franklin D. Roosevelt

Photo credit: nobody knows anything on Flickr


Thank you, Universe, for making things increasingly difficult. No, really, I appreciate it. Riiiiight!

We owned two vehicles, my ex and me, when the divorce happened. One, a family-type Buick thing, we had inherited from his folks. The other, a small pick-up truck, we had inherited from my parents. Don’t get me started on the financial reasons we had to “inherit” cars instead of “buying” them but they do factor into why I am single now. Point being, I let him have the car from his parents. I, in turn, took the pick-up and called my parents begging for a trade. Would they take back the ugly little truck and give me their way too far gone I-swore-to-all-that-is-holy-I-would-never-drive-one mini-van that had hundreds of thousands of miles on it? Yes. Yes, they would. I took it.

I’d had it almost a year when it broke down. Back to my folks it went and for a period of time I had to cram my kids and myself into the the cab of that teeny, tiny pick-up truck which I took back in the interim. The van managed to survive and begin to run again. It came home. My father suggested that I keep the stupid truck too … just in case.

The van broke down. Surprise? No. It’s the fuel line … or the fuel pump. I’m mechanically inclined to know the problem is along those lines. I’m also broke enough to not be able to afford to deal with something that major right now. Fuel filter? No problem. Those other issues? Not a shot in hell.

So, the offspring and I continued to cram ourselves into the little truck. Not ideal, trust me. This also limits one’s trips to “in town” only. If you have ascertained how much I abhor this town then you know what it is like for me to stay here day after day after day after day with nowhere to go. But, it got the boys to school and me to work.

And now? No bueno. Oh, it runs. Barely. I thought it was the spark plugs. Nope. I changed them. Air filter? Nope. Fuel filter? Nope. I was told today I would need to cough up the funds to have it hooked up to a diagnostics machine. Um, yeah. That involves two things I can not swing right now: 1) Money and 2) Time off work.

This is the part where I run religious interference. I am a preacher’s daughter. I am a missionary kid. Don’t tell me I should be praying for God to bring me suitable transportation. Those prayers have been said … with pretty serious faith for more then two years. I don’t say this to start any sort of spiritual debate, but this is just one very small example of why I am pretty pissed off at God right now.

Why the hell can’t I just get a break? A very small one will do because this rope swing that I'm on ... it sucks.


Sunday, June 14

Awakening


Back in 2002, when I had a somewhat important job in Corporate America, my company moved from old rented offices into our own state-of-the-art building. Smoothly moving an entire corporation from Point A to Point B, even within the same city, can be a daunting venture so the powers that be (CEO & friends) decided every employee needed to attend the Who Moved My Cheese seminar on effectively dealing with change. (You can find the movie on YouTube if you’re really curious.)

I get it. Some people don’t like change and it freaks them out. Others may not like it, but they deal with the situation as best they can. Me? I love change. I thrive off change. I crave change. In fact, ten minutes into my mandated “dealing with change” seminar … they kicked me out of the class (because I was a mite bit excited) and told me to go back to work. “Yes, I would be fine with the transition,” they said. No shit.

Today, life is stagnate. It’s killing me.

“A person needs new experiences. They jar something deep inside, allowing him to grow. Without change something sleeps inside us and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken.” ~Dune (1981)

Thursday, June 11

Songs I Love

Two day later disclaimer: I chose to stick with mainstream pop & rock. I thought it best not to confuse with some of my more eclectic choices.

The good. The bad. The ugly. The guilty pleasures. The brilliant. The nostalgic. Here are a mere 26 of my favorite tunes: one for each letter of the alphabet. I will make an attempt to not repeat an artist. I make no promises.

A ~ Africa by Toto
Methinks no justification is needed on this one.
“I know that I must do what’s right/Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti/I seek to cure what’s deep inside, frightened of this thing that I’ve become …”


B ~ Behind Blue Eyes by The Who
I actually prefer the Limp Bizkit cover, but I have both versions in my iTunes.
“But my dreams they aren't as empty/As my conscience seems to be/I have hours, only lonely/My love is vengeance/That's never free …”

C ~ Cry by Faith Hill
Now, I don’t do a lot of country but this song … well, I could have written it.
“If I had just one moment at your expense/Maybe all my misery/Would be well spent …”

D ~ Desert Rose by Sting
I adore mainstream Western pop/rock fused with Eastern music. LOVE. IT.
“I dream of fire/Those dreams that tie two hearts that will never die …”

E ~ Every Rose Has Its Thorn by Poison
The first power ballad makes an appearance. It won’t be the last. Trust me.
“Though it’s been a while now/I can still feel so much pain/Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals/But the scar, that scar remains …”

F ~ Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen
LOVE. THIS. SONG.
“Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin’ world go round …” (Look up the lyrics yourself.)

G ~ Groove Is In The Heart by Deee-Lite
I used to hate this song and then … it grew on me like a fungus and stuck.
“I’ve been told he can’t be sold/He’s not vicious or malicious/Just dee-lovely and delicious …”

H ~ Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley
Perfection.
“It's not a cry that you hear at night/It's not somebody who's seen the light/It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah …”

I ~ I Remember You by Skid Row
1. I listen to it at least once a day. 2. Three words: Sebastian Bach’s vocals.
“I paint a picture of the days gone by/When love went blind and you would make me see/I’d stare a lifetime into your eyes/So that I knew you were there for me/Time after time you were there for me …”

J ~ Just Older by Bon Jovi
It will never be one of their most loved songs, but I adore it.
“Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans/This skin I’m in its alright with me/It’s not old -- just older …”

K ~ (The) Kill by 30 Seconds To Mars
Nope. I don’t have a good reason. Do I have to have one?
“I tried to be someone else/But nothing seemed to change/I know now, this is who I really am inside/Finally found myself/Fighting for a chance/I know now, this is who I really am …”

L ~ Lovefool by The Cardigans
Soooo catchy. Addictive. And, strangely relevant.
“Lately I have desperately pondered,/spent my nights awake and I wonder/what I could have done in another way …”

M ~ My Immortal by Evanescence
Dark. Melancholic. I adore Evanescence. (Can't imagine why.)
“These wounds won't seem to heal/This pain is just too real/There's just too much that time cannot erase …”

N ~ No Rain by Blind Melon

This song gets stuck in the brainPod and will … not … leave.
“And all I can do is just pour some tea for two/and speak my point of view/but it's not sane, It's not sane …”

O ~ One by U2

This one was tough. I had another “O” song picked out too. Alas!
“Have you come here for forgiveness?/Have you come to raise the dead?/Have you come here to play Jesus?/To the lepers in your head …”

P ~ Past the Point of No Return by Andrew Lloyd Webber (The Phantom of the Opera)
This may be the single most sensual song in the history of mankind.
“I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why/In my mind I've already imagined/our bodies entwining defenseless and silent/and now I am here with you/No second thoughts, I've decided. Decided . . .”

Q ~ Quicksand by David Bowie
Admittedly, the selection pool for Q is not so big. Still, this is The Bowie!
“I'm sinking in the quicksand/of my thought/and I ain't got the power anymore/Don't believe in yourself/Don't deceive with belief …”

R ~ Red, Red Wine by UB40
It was written by Neil Diamond. There’s your useless trivia for the day.
“I'd have sworn that with time/thoughts of you would leave my head/I was wrong and I find/just one thing makes me forget … Red, red wine …”

S ~ Say (All I Need) by OneRepublic
I heard it live first. Almost cried.
“Do you know where your heart is?/Do you think you can find it?/Or did you trade it for something/somewhere better just to have it? … Well, bless my soul/You're a lonely soul/Cause you won't let go/Of anything you hold …”

T ~ This Is Happiness by Gavin Rossdale

Again, I heard it live first. I hit iTunes at 3am when I got home that night (morning) and bought his entire ‘Wanderlust’ album.
“You make me so much better/I hope I don't make you worse/I'll meet you somewhere in there/if you get there first …”

U ~ Undiscovered by James Morrison
There is something about his voice that absolutely hypnotizes me.
“Well the time it takes to know someone/It all can change before you know it's gone/So close your eyes and I feel the way I'm with you now/Believe there's nothing wrong/I'm not running, I'm not hiding/But if you dig a little deeper, you will find me …. I'm not lost, no, no, just undiscovered …”

V ~ Vindicated by Dashboard Confessional
I love the word. I like the song too.
“Hope dangles on a string/Like slow spinning redemption/Winding in and winding out/The shine of it has caught my eye/And roped me in/So mesmerizing, so hypnotizing/I am captivated …”

W ~ Weapon of Choice by Fatboy Slim
Greatest. Music. Video. Ever.
“Walk without rhythm, it won't attract the worm …” [Note: The lyrics are so irrelevant to my love of this song. It’s the groove, man. The groove!]


X ~ X Static by The Foo Fighters
Whatever. It’s X. The only other song that came to mind was Xanadu and I just can’t possibly put that here. I’m embarrassed I even thought of it. Olivia Newton John is not my people on any planet. Just sayin’ …
“All the static we all left/Wait until the time has come/Figure that's where time comes from/Leaving all my senses numb …”

Y ~ Your Song by Elton John
This was Big K’s lullaby.
“And you can tell everybody this is your song/It may be quite simple but now that it's done/I hope you don't mind/I hope you don't mind that I put down in words/How wonderful life is while you're in the world …”

Z ~ Zoot Suit Riot by Cherry Poppin’ Daddies
Your toe will tap. I promise. And … it started with Z.
“A whipped up jitterbuggin' brown eyed man/A stray cat frontin' up an eight-piece band/Cut me sammy and you'll understand/In my veins hot music ran”

Honorable mention (which, in reality, gives us 27 songs) goes to a song title that is a number:

# ~ 1984 by Bowling For Soup
Why? Because I love it and I will sing it at the top of my lungs. I don’t care who’s listening.
“She’s seen all the classics/She knows every line/Breakfast Club, Pretty In Pink/Even St. Elmo's Fire/She rocked out to Wham!/Not a big Limp Bizkit fan/Thought she'd get a hand/On a member of Duran Duran …”

Leave a comment. Give me one song you love. Just one. C’mon … that’s not too hard! The more obscure the better. I absolutely ADORE finding new music. Share!

Tuesday, June 9

Riverfest Roundup 2009


I'M ALIVE! Now that we have that out of the way …

“The only reason why we ask other people how their weekend was is so we can tell them about our own weekend.” ~Chuck Palahniuk

… let me tell you about my weekend. Not weekend before last, mind you, or even this past one for that matter, but the one before both of those. What can I say? Life has been busy.

Since my first, and most excellent,
Riverfest experience last year, I spent a great amount of time throughout this year looking forward to Memorial Day (USA) Weekend 2009 in order to do it all over again. It came. I went. Now? I blog. Forgive the randomness. I have no intention of providing a chronological summation.

  • ‘Wanderlust’ is a fantastic album. It is. Of course, I’m bias. The title is WANDERLUST … how could I not be self-OBLIGATED to love it? But, Gavin Rossdale’s live show was HOT! Super hot! And … here is his tweet from the night of his Riverfest performance!
    Wilting? Dude, that’s not heat. Come back in late July. Please, come back!

  • Side note: I spent the entire week prior to Riverfest agonizing between The B-52s and Gavin Rossdale for my Friday night entertainment. I’m SO glad I chose the latter. Rock was the way to go.

  • Next year? Hotel room. Driving back and forth and back and forth and back and forth … is total bollocks.

  • Club hopping post-Riverfestivities (obviously that is not a word) does lead one to some “hidden” musical gems. May I introduce Joe the Show who we discovered at The Underground Pub Friday night. We (A & me) returned to the pub Saturday night when the festival closed. The band wasn’t playing, but they were there. We introduced ourselves. We danced. We flirted. We danced. We flirted. We danced. Um, yeah – so it was good night.

  • Saturday night I almost bitch-slapped one rude little snit of a pre-teen who actually proceeded to shove me out of her way in a desperate attempt to get a peek at the stage whilst Hinder was performing. Paging parents! Paging responsible parents!

  • Speaking of Hinder: We (B & me) gave up any attempt to fight through the masses for a spot closer to stage. No loss. The show was average. Music good. Showmanship lacking. They did sing a few new tunes … enough to peak my interest in regard to a new album.
  • Note to self for the future: Stopping at the survey booth yields $5 in Riverbucks just for answering a few mundane demographic type inquiries. Worth it.

  • Oddity: I didn’t eat one fried Oreo®.

  • Reality: I made up for it with drinks and curry and pie … and drinks.

  • I really should take a camera next year, but if I can’t fit it in my pockets then I don’t want to be stuck hauling something around.

  • There was a new venue this year in a field to the right of The Clinton Presidential Library (Shut up. I know it looks like a huge, steel, mobile home.). This is where Hinder and Heart performed. I found it to be a most excellent addition to the festivities.

  • A ferris wheel also lit up the night sky. I was far too impatient for standing in the line. I now regret that decision. It would have been incredible to see Little Rock and all the Riverfest happenings from the top.

  • Photo credit: jbparker on Flickr

  • Heart was INCREDIBLE … despite the fact we watched on the big screen in the sprinkling rain instead of in the mob of a crowd at the stage. Iconic! Classic!

  • Sunday it rained. Nay, it was a monsoon. 3 Doors Down and Flyleaf were cancelled. Boo!

  • Tweets from the festivities on Saturday:

  • Last year I emphasized the importance of decent shoes. This year I wore flip-flops all weekend. Good call! Granted, prior to departing each day, I dissected a cloth band-aid and stuck part of it between my toes so the band on the flip-flops wouldn’t rub off my skin.

  • It is possible to part ways with one’s friend(s) and attend different shows. Me? Hinder and Heart. A? Buddy Guy. I am joined at the hip with no one.

  • I didn’t flirt with a single law enforcement officer. Progress! (Yes, there is more to this story. No, I will not share.)

  • Speaking of police officers … apparently it takes SIX of Little Rock’s finest to escort ONE man, handcuffed, out the closest gate to a police car.
  • There was no showing of the tattoo to random strangers this year. (Again, there is more to this story.)

  • I go to Riverfest primarily for the concerts, but I think I would be content to just find a spot to hang out and people watch for 3 days. Next best thing to an airport, baby!

  • Sadly, I didn’t make it to the ‘Got Milk’ area of the festival during daylight hours. No free milk mustache photograph for me. A little bummed I am about that one.

  • I saw Annie’s twin brother … as a teenager. Frightening, it was.

  • And, finally …

  • General stupidity is magnified three-fold when people are in crowds.
“Just think of how stupid the average person is, and then realize half of them are even stupider!” ~George Carlin (And, then … put them in a crowd!! Grrr.)

I could continue, I guess. There is far more in my mind … both bizarre and mundane. Sigh. Now the wait for announcements of next year’s musical lineups begins. And, as you all probably know by now, I hate waiting. Patience is not my virtue.

I do hope everyone has an amazing summer and might I suggest attendance of a music festival somewhere near you:
Festival Finder! (That link is North America-centric.)