Archive | November, 2009
what the song says
30 NovI’ve had “Edge of Desire” from JM’s new album, Battle Studies, on repeat in my car for the past week. Sometimes I get hooked on a song and won’t let it go. This one in particular makes me all melancholy and wistful weird. It’s tortured, longing, desperate. It speaks to me for various personal reasons I won’t go into. It reminds me of something from my past that I can’t forget and some recent poetry I’ve written. I just like it. A lot.
Edge of Desire
John Mayer
Young and full of running. Tell me where is that taking me? Just a great figure eight, or a tiny infinity? Love is really nothing but a dream that keeps waking me. For all of my trying we still end up dying. How can it be? Don’t say a word, just come over and lie here with me. ‘Cause I’m just about to set fire to everything I see. I want you so bad I’ll go back on the things I believe. There I just said it, I’m scared you’ll forget about me. So young and full of running, all the way to the edge of desire. Steady my breathing, silently screaming, I have to have you now. Wired and I’m tired. Think I’ll sleep in my clothes on the floor. Maybe this mattress will spin on its axis and find me on yours. Don’t say a word just come over and lie here with me. ‘Cause I’m just about to set fire to everything I see. I want you so bad I’ll go back on the things I believe. There I just said it, I’m scared you’ll forget about me.
getting on with my bloggy bad self
27 NovI’m compiling a list of things that “They” don’t tell you about before you have kids of your own. The latest addition is that all members of the household will never be healthy at the same time ever again. We are constantly sick up in here. Sam is still trying to get over her latest crud and now The Accountant is really sick. In the back of my mind I realize that it’s my turn next since I’ve been relatively ok for a week or so. I’m due.
Major household decision made today…we will not be putting up a Christmas tree. Gasp, I know. We were initially gonna get all into the Christmas spirit, having a kid and all. But then when it came down to actually taking action, we balked. I’m thinking Sam would just eat the tree, or pull it over altogether, and the ornaments, goodness knows what she’d do to those. Does that sound lame? Yes it does I know. But the way I see it, I can only get away with this for one more year, maybe two max. So we are taking advantage while there’s still time!
Can I just say that this cool girl and I are still rockin’ the gym at 4:00 am most mornings? Now I have no grand delusions (or is it “illusions”? whatever) of winning the latest challenge my friends and I have going on (I mean, we have some real crazies participating this time) but I feel sooooooo much better with this whole exercisin’ thang. Physically and mentally. Believe it or not.
Oh, how was your Thanksgiving? Ours was quiet but good. We went to The Acccountant’s grandmothers for a good meal and some redneck shooting in the backyard. Eh, that’s another story for another day. I am kind of bummed that I didn’t get to see my family for the holiday but with two-thirds of the household dealing with the epezooty (a word I think my dad made up to mean, “being sick with the crud”) it just didn’t happen this year. We’ll try again at Christmas. Not that my house will be very festive, what with us boycotting the tree thang and all. Hee. I love being a rebel.
And now it’s nearly midnight so I guess I’m done here. G’night peeps.
Oh complete sidenote….John Mayer’s Battle Studies? Go buy it. That is all. He does not pay me to promote him but perhaps he should. I mean, I was in Soho just last week….John? Call me.
i’m back. in black.
24 NovHey ya peeps. So i’m back in tn. NYC was all kinds of fantabulousness, as you’ve probably gathered by now. I’ll post some pics here later maybe but we’ll see. Most of you saw them on Twitter but since I can’t convince all of my friends and family to get on the Twitter bandwagon I’ll probably be nice and put some over here. Because I am awesome like that.
And now, to catch you up on my life…
Sam is sick. Again. She has pink eye in BOTH eyes and a really bad cold. She coughed most of the night last night and is very snotty and her little eyes are red, puffy and ooky crusty. The Accountant took her to the pediatrician today and I met them there. We have a prescription for some kind of ointment stuff that somehow we have to manage to put in her eyes three times a day. Have you ever wrestled a cat? I think this is going to be much like that.
Thanksgiving…not really into it this year. I mean, I’m all about the being thankful part but we really haven’t talked much about our celebratory plans. (Is “celebratory” used correctly there? must I Google EVERYTHING??) I think there might be a brief appearance at a family gathering but who knows.
Let’s see…what else…OOOOOOOOOO, my girls and I scored John Mayer tickets for his February concert here!!!! WOOT!!!!!!!!! In case you didn’t know, I am somewhat halfway kindof sorta awholeheckofalot in LUUUUUURRRRVVVVEEEE with JM…so I am super thrilled!!!
Um, drawing a blank which usually doesn’t matter because I’d normally just tell you about the weird dream I had last night or what crazy thing popped into my head on my drive in this morning…but today, I think it means this post is ovah.
Ciao dearies!
so much city, so little time
21 NovJust when I’m beginning to get my bearings in the Manhattan neighborhood of my temporary home at The Gracie Inn, its time to leave. And like the last time I was here, I have been given just enough of a taste of this city to leave me wanting so much more. I’ll be back, that’s for certain. And hopefully for longer next time.
I’m so glad that I got to spend time catching up with a friend I haven’t seen in a couple of years and her sweet little boy. R, thank you for a fabulous weekend, for keeping me from getting lost and ending up in Jersey somewhere, for making me dinner, for letting me hang with you and O and for taking me around the city. I loved every minute.
I love so many things about New York. I love the dichotomy of being anonymous among millions of people. I love the diversity. Different food, different people speaking different languages, different architecture, different neighborhoods. Different everything. I love the crazy mad pace and that I can escape to my room and sleep the sleep of someone who is perfectly content to be where she is while the city that never sleeps keeps on going outside my first floor windows. I love that I can step out and join back in whenever I please and then return to seclusion at my whim. I love the feeling of independance I have here, the convenience of everything you could possibly need just down the block, the sound of jackhammers, cars, sirens, buses, trains, heels clicking on sidewalks, the jovial greeting of the doorman named Rocco, the shopping, the food, the festivity of Christmas lights being wrapped around trees outside high rise apartment buildings and so many other things about this place.
I also love the unexpected things you see here if you keep your eyes open and your mouth shut. I saw the sexiest thing on the subway today. New York is prime people watching and the train is the perfect place to catch brief glimpses of people’s lives as they are in between destinations. On a crowded train headed to Soho I looked over to see an attactive man catch the eye of an equally attactive girl sitting across from him. He was standing up, holding on to the handbar near the doors, she was sitting across the aisle from him with a couple of other girls. He caught her eye and smiled at her. She smiled shyly back and looked away quickly. I kept watching them, hidden safely behind an old lady doing the NYTimes crossword. Long black lashes slowly raised to catch his eye again. He grinned and I read his lips as he asked her to “get off at the next stop with me”. That coaxed a less shy, more coy smile from her lips and several more flirtatious glances passed between them. The 6 train stopped, doors opened and they disappeared from sight. I’d like to think that they met on the platform and headed into the night for a drink or a stroll under tonight’s captivating New York moon. That’s what this dreamy romantic girl hopes for them.
I leave tomorrow afternoon so I still have a little more time here. I’ll hang with my friend tomorrow, have lunch somewhere cool and then head for the airport.
Until next time, here’s Frank…
I love it here
20 NovI’m alone in a bed & breakfast on Manhattan’s Upper East Side. I’ll be here until Sunday afternoon and I know that except for missing The Accountant and Sam, that I won’t want to leave.
Much more to say but I’m one tired puppy so here are a few pics…
