8.31.2011

Memo

Dear coworker I don't know well,

You are sharing your desktop with me for our "net meeting." For future reference, you might want to close other tabs you have open in the background. Or maybe not. I, for one, would like to know you better because your browser tab indicates that you have YouTube open to Bryan Adams' "(Everything I Do) I Do It For You" at 10:00 AM on a Wednesday.

Best regards,

Brian

8.29.2011

Contrast

But music and singing
Have been my refuge,
And music and singing
Shall be my light.

--"Earth Song," Frank Ticheli, a.k.a. what I am currently singing

People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands--literally thousands--of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss. The unhappiest people I know, romantically speaking, are the ones who like pop music the most; and I don't know whether pop music has caused this unhappiness, but I do know that they've been listening to the sad songs longer than they've been living the unhappy lives.

--High Fidelity, Nick Hornby, a.k.a. what I am currently reading

8.27.2011

The Lost Continent

He skipped Denver. He skipped New Jersey.

Speaking of which, if you have a recommendation of a book that encapsulates the New Jersey experience, please let me know.

He wrote about some places I have been (New York, colonial Williamsburg, Newport, Gatlinburg), and some places I would like to go (Grand Canyon, Jackson Hole, Yellowstone).

Dream, 8/26/2011

Becky and I are in a bike race. (Sidenote: if I flip through the "dreamopedia" tag, bicycles feature rather prominently. Where is a dream dictionary when you need one?) Then we are watching someone's baby boy and trying to navigate him through a crowd of people. Then I am napping in a chaise longue, and I open my eyes and there is a giant dog, a Marmadukish dog, lying next to me. A woman screams outside, and I go to look. I am on a terrace of a monstrous high-rise, and there are similar buildings all around. The buildings rise out of the ocean. On the other buildings people are jumping to their deaths. A mother and daughter stand on the ledge of the apartment beneath me and do the same.

8.23.2011

Thank You for Being a Friend

Happy birthday, Andrew!

8.21.2011

It Is Good

August has been great for a variety of reasons, but the main idea I've been pondering...

It is good to spend time with someone for whom every airplane, every motorcycle, every ant, and every moonrise is an event worthy of small celebration.

8.18.2011

Thursday Night Diversion

Google Correlate for the analytics geeks in the house. Check out the drawing tool that lets you draw a trend and finds a search term whose indexed search volume matches it.

8.14.2011

On the Origin of the Espresso Cups at Shirley

"You must have bought these," I say, looking at the white cups and saucers with black trim.

"These? No," Dad says.

"They all match," unlike most things in Shirley. This is the reason I thought they were purchased.

"You know Victor?" Dad asks, referring to his cousin that I've known my whole life. "I swear he is the only person who could open a business at South Street Seaport and not make money. He used to run a cafe. You could get espresso and sandwiches...He gave us these. We all have them. Aunt Joanie has them, Linda has them."

Sunday Diversion

90's Dance A Capella Medley, by Local Vocal.

8.10.2011

Inside Jokes

Aunt Joanie: "Who are you two laughing at? Do you know this woman?"

Mom: "No, but she's holding this purse like it's the treasures of Iran."

Is that a saying? It is now.

8.06.2011

A Dream in Time Gone By

"Yeah, when I was a kid my dream house had an in-ground pool."

"Well, what happened to that dream?"

"I no longer have a stuffed animal seal that needs to live in it. OBVIOUSLY."

8.02.2011

Bullets

Things I've been doing while not writing blogs:
  • Going to see Robyn and Katy Perry in concert!
  • Watching Wilfred.
  • Watching So You Think You Can Dance? (And rooting for Melanie...did you see the "Total Eclipse of the Heart" routine? And the routine she did with Sasha, who is also amazing?)
  • Taking advantage of Denver by visiting Black Crown Lounge (finally a piano bar! One Yelp reviewer likened it to going to your gay uncle's house who loves antiques), hitting up Tracks as always, eating at the Colorado Dragon Boat Festival, and going to Red Rocks (actually this occurs tomorrow. The Flaming Lips do The Dark Side of the Moon.) I also took the bike Davis gave me to get repaired.
  • Reading The Girl Who Played with Fire. It took me about a year to come back to this series because the violence in the first book made me uneasy to read the second one. But the trailer made me interested again. Plus, Salander's photographic memory reminds me of Jennifer "Cam" Jansen. Those books are some of the first I remember enjoying reading in elementary school. (I read Cam Jansen and the Mystery of the Gold Coins and Cam Jansen and the Mystery of the Babe Ruth Baseball.)