Current and past friends and acquaintances know that I am a music snob- i am not proud of it (well, at times i am), but there is very little in life that moves me like a great song.
While talking about a song or an album i will sometimes say that it is in my Top 20 or 50 favorites. i have never really ever compiled a list like that, but have been thinking about doing so. Bear with me:
Top 20 Favorite Albums (not ranked, all together on an even playing field):
1. 13 Songs, Fugazi
2. The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway, Genesis
3. Ocean Beach, The Red House Painters
4. Mercury, American Music Club
5. Tiny Cities, Sun Kil Moon
6. For Emma, Forever Ago, Bon Iver
7. Disintegration, The Cure
8. The Sky's Gone Out, Bauhaus
9. The Mission Soundtrack, Ennio Morricone
10. Murmur, REM
11. Candy Apple Grey, Husker Du
12. Crack The Sky, Crack The Sky
13. Moving Pictures, Rush
14. Jane's Addiction, Jane's Addiction
15. It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back, Public Enemy
16. Our Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart, Camper Van Beethoven
17. Drenched, Miracle Legion
18. Quadrophenia, The Who
19. The Final Cut, Pink Floyd
20. Teaser & The Firecat, Cat Stevens
I reserve the right to change this at anytime.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
and now, something completely different
In a recent conversation with Noire (yes, dating again- will say nothing more), she told me that while we were at her friend's birthday party in January 2010, she was jealous of this other woman who had asked me to play air hockey. She then went on to say that this women asked her friend afterward "what my story was..."
It's like all that unrequited love that i stored up in high school is finally catching up with me, and while it confuses the pimply faced thick glasses wearing kid that i was, the middle aged bald guy is even more so.
i think that i am the victim of an elaborate prank. But then again, life isn't to be taken seriously.
It's like all that unrequited love that i stored up in high school is finally catching up with me, and while it confuses the pimply faced thick glasses wearing kid that i was, the middle aged bald guy is even more so.
i think that i am the victim of an elaborate prank. But then again, life isn't to be taken seriously.
Monday, January 10, 2011
getting lost
One New Year's resolution was to explore Vermont more; i have a goal of settling there, and changing careers, later when the grrls are off to college.
The town i choose must meet the following criteria:
1. Be walkable/bikeable
2. Have a health club
3. Be socially & politically progressive
4 Have a coffee shop that serves Big Train (NOT Oregon) chai.
This past weekend i started with Woodstock. It meets numbers 1 and 3, but no good coffee shops. i forgot to ask about a health club. i stayed in a beautiful B&B (The Blue Horse Inn) where the owners were more than happy to answer my questions.
A big draw to Woodstock is the Queechee Gorge; one of the best hikes i've been on in years.
The best part about these trips? i travel alone- no need to interact, no itinerary, no schedule.
Heaven.
Saturday, January 01, 2011
taijitu
The differences in The Land and The Sea's personalities are becoming more apparent and occupy my mind of late.
When i go into their room at night for the last tuck in, The Sea has a few of her stuffed animals positioned in a halo around her head; i am not sure if they are there to protect her or that she just wants order. The Land rarely has any stuffed animals in her bed, although she loves them just as much: between them, they have 60 at my house alone. There is no carnie stuffed animal prize they would snub.
The Land still keeps her emotions guarded, very analytical and intellectually condescending. The Sea is all love and kindness, quick with a hug. i used to wonder how a parent cannot love one child more than another, but understand perfectly now- while there are traits you love in one and not the other, there are still traits in the other that are endearing.
They continue to be my primary reason for moving on when the sadness of what i do not have cloaks me; but am never sure it is enough when i hear about their other family, and how happy they are to have two more sisters, how great Forunato is, how ExA and her family have absorbed them as though there was never anything that was us.
When i go into their room at night for the last tuck in, The Sea has a few of her stuffed animals positioned in a halo around her head; i am not sure if they are there to protect her or that she just wants order. The Land rarely has any stuffed animals in her bed, although she loves them just as much: between them, they have 60 at my house alone. There is no carnie stuffed animal prize they would snub.
The Land still keeps her emotions guarded, very analytical and intellectually condescending. The Sea is all love and kindness, quick with a hug. i used to wonder how a parent cannot love one child more than another, but understand perfectly now- while there are traits you love in one and not the other, there are still traits in the other that are endearing.
They continue to be my primary reason for moving on when the sadness of what i do not have cloaks me; but am never sure it is enough when i hear about their other family, and how happy they are to have two more sisters, how great Forunato is, how ExA and her family have absorbed them as though there was never anything that was us.
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