Fleet Foxes. Fell asleep, didn't watch 'SNL', and as you can see, woke up NOW. Hope now that I have a hit counter up on this thing. May try to actually design some stuff on my journals, make 'em look fabulous!
Or not.
BARRACUDA
Today's (or this morning's) video is from a girl who was part of the music duo Cibo Matto. This is one of several songs that make me think of my girl, Nebraska! The reason that I say this, is that I was very taken by her wanting to hear the kind of music that I like, even if it was to say to herself, 'why yes Mark, you are an oreo, are you not?'
Some of the downtempo stuff that I like to listen to, the low fi stuff, shoegaze and general electronica crosses genre's, are stuff you'd be surprised at at you have heard and didn't know it was part of one of those strange musical categories (stuff you've heard in commercials, movies, etc.) that I listen to.
Portishead has a new CD out ... but being finacially challenged as I am, I haven't picked it up. This is from their second release ... and doesn't it say it all? Kinda creepy, in the obsessiveness of it ... still, it is a very good song. I think they call this 'trip hop'. Massive Attack, Tricky, are another couple of groups/artists that make music in the smoky haze of this music room.
I can see myself somewhere ... it is clear that it is somewhere that isn't here, and as to the 'newness' of where I am at, well, pretty much everywhere can look new to me, when I am not concentrating!
...anywhere woulda been better ...
A lot of my 'personal patois' is word play on stuff, especially from songs. The paragraph header is from what I guess could come from my 'travel song list', were I to make one, the Tribe Called Quest jam, 'I Left My Wallet In El Segundo'. The line that preceeded it, included the words '... in the middle of nowhere', which described where they 'were'.
I remember what I heard when I first caught those lyrics ... made me look around and wonder, 'where was I?', as I took in my surroundings. Since I can't say anything super good about them, I am best not commenting on them at all. But 'anywhere' really would be better ...
...or so I am willing to risk.
JANUARY 16, 1984
I have the story of when I was younger, of running in the kind of weather we are having in the midwest now, and it was so cold, the vaseline froze on my face! Until this weekend, it was more like a 'yeah, right' kind of thing. But riding with AKA (maybe I will go more into how that happened ... maybe not), the news radio station she had on, mentioned that date as being the coldest January day on record. It would fit timewise, and I remember that I went out that night, because my Mom was worried. Didn't have a face mask or anything like that (do run with an all over face cap now), so I would glob on the Vaseline to keep the wind off my face.
For me, Marvelous Marvin Hagler set the standard for toughness and dedication during training, and he looked the part. You wanted to be tough, be ready to beat someone up, then you had to do the tough stuff. I had a fight that I would win coming up very soon. The thing that I would tell myself, is that whoever I was fighting, was somewhere warm, comfortable, not even thinking about me ... if he was, he wasn't thinking about me like I was thinking about HIM.
Imagining he was somewhere comfortable, giving his girlfriend a squeeze or rolling over in his cozy bed, while I was out here, in the dark and the cold, thinking about being ready for him, made me want to pulverize SOMETHING.
Went out, ran up 7 Mile, turned left at Grand River, went north on Shiawassee back into the 48219. Got home, and one of the babies (my best sister and Army sister are the youngest, and they are frat twins), asked me, 'What is wrong with your face?' Went to the bathroom and the Vaseline was still clumped up on my face, as if it hadn't melted from the body heat I should have been generating ...
... yeah, it was cold that night!
STATE WON
Beat Illinois at home. This, after winning on the road to start the season. Remember, good starts lend themselves to good finishes, and this year's team seems to have the character that makes me think they are Final Four caliber.
BTW, didyou know Beth, that Tom Zbinknowski boxed? I guess he was a decent enough amateur, and they let him fight a pro fight while in college. But I am sure he is a better safety than boxer, so he is in the right sport! I could imagine though, he is prolly the best fighter in his locker room!
Gonna read a little bit, then hopefully drift off to sleep. Did run today, and it wasn't that bad ... TO ME! Now to you, that would have been your call!
5 comments:
I feel like i havent heard from you or seen u post anything in forever!!
Sure, rub in the Illini loss :o)
I am hoping Ravens, complete with Zibikowski, do a number on the Steelers today. They had an article about him in today's South Bend Paper.
not sure if I saw your counter or not, Mark; I'm mixed about sprucing up journals; I like the ones that are all festively designed but sometimes they are the ones that take the longest to load up and that frustrates me if I'm in a hurry; I like the ones that load quick, don't have a lot of glitter and definitely don't make you do the word verification to leave the comments; I'm also not fond of the ones that have comment moderation, although I understand they want to prevent spam or negative comments.
before I forget and because I'll forget to email you, I ordered a book for you from Amazon, thought it might be something you would enjoy; its to be released 1/29 and it will come directly to your address; I'll let the title/author remain a "mystery" until then
stay warm!!
betty
So cold that Vaseline doesn't melt? That IS cold! It's a little better here today, I hope it is for you, too.
I do indeed know that Zibby boxed. He did some Golden Gloves competitions here in South Bend, and I think his pro fight took place in Madison Square Garden. (He won.) He is actually one tough mother, and had that attitude of "I'm going to beat the crap out of you." I actually think he could have pursued a boxing career, but he's proving to be able to hold his own with the Ravens. Interesting guy!
Love, Beth
Clumping Vaseline. That is the definition of cold. Novacaine cold.
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