"...and there's no rest."
In the office this lovely Saturday morning... end of month billing hell. Wondering, not about the jury instructions I'm working on, but who Mr. Yorke was singing about here... perhaps being a bit too literal or presumptuous, but that's the fun part.
but really want to. My french press did break a year or so ago (though I've apparently done fine without one)... and I haven't bought a new toaster in about a decade.... much to the chagrin of anyone who tries to use it and inevitably ends up with burnt toast. So maybe I will do it... Surely they will make life that much more cheery and bright. Right.
"...it wasn't even close."
I absolutely love the sweetly sad storytelling of this song by the Fruit Bats...
"...but he was fine to just pretend that it was never gonna end... and it was worth it just to know... a little warmth before the snow."
And Grizzly makes four... So I'm going a little overboard with the music today, but I can't NOT continue passing along this amazing video for Grizzly Bear's Two Weeks, made by a talented fan (yes, fan) named Gabe Askew. Oh to have that kind of creative drive... and skill to bring it to fruition.
"... Sarah, I want to be like you. Youknow sometimes I want to live like you... so I know how it feels not to feel."
I'm not sure how I missed this one for so long, but now I'll make up for lost time.
"... she hides it whenever we meet."
Back when I was a junior or senior in high school I listened to this song over and over again. Flashforward 15 years and this song still kinda breaks my heart a little every...time... I hear it. Two minutes 20 and onward, most especially. Apparently iPod shuffle likes it too.
And if you're wondering how Lolla with a stranger was... it was fun! Saw The Bird (Andrew) and the Kings of Leon, who never fail to disappoint, even at a festival full of... festival issues. They are so humble and sincerely so. The lead Followill bro kept thanking the crowd and telling us how surreal it was to see all the people (there were loads of 'em) there for them when just a few years back they scared away the 10 people who actually showed up to see them play a small Lolla stage within 10 minutes. Between songs he'd remind everyone that he knows how lucky they are to be in this position... that so many bands deserve it as much if not more than them, and so on. It was actually really sweet and kind of touching. They played a good set, a few songs off each album, and it sounded surprisingly awesome. We perched to the side where we could watch the screen and hear them without getting elbow to elbow with too many 16 year olds blowing j smoke in our faces. Not that I mind a whiff here and there, no not at all, but it has a way of making one feel a bit ... old.
The rest of the evening followed suit... late dinner at Fox & Obel, saw a damn nice view of the city (how the other half lives), and got home via an empty Lower Wacker Drive (think Batman) at about 100 mph in a car that could take it. It's not often in the city you can go very fast... anywhere, so it sated my craving for a little speed. All in all, a very fun night. So often it's those nights I least expect to deliver that surprise me.
"...that I don't open anymore. Dusty books of pictures on the floor."
Contrary to my song choices of late, I'm actually feeling rather chipper. Well, other than yesterday evening's fleeting foray into the blues, which was remedied by finally cleaning up the mess that was my shower... it wasn't the act itself (though it was pretty aerobic) so much as the end product and no longer feeling slightly frightened by the shower corners, which had rapidly gone from that gross fleshy pink to a dark and foreboding shade of... black (cringe of embarrassment & horror). I'm starting to see a trend of laziness in certain areas of my life. Yeah, let's not even get into how long it's been since I took a proper trip to the grocery store. Last evening's dinner consisted of a small can of V8, a pouch of albacore tuna (yes a pouch), a quarter bag of popcorn (microwave's so small the bag gets stuck and only a quadrant of bag actually pops), followed by... a pancake. In a puddle of maple. And I wondered why I felt blue? Yes, my life has reached dizzying heights of... bachelordom. Ok, actually typing this out is making it real and scaring me more than a tad. I mean, I still appear totally presentable, but don't be fooled, some inportant nooks and crannies of my existence have been getting the serious shaft. Changes are in order for the love of god. This weekend. Grocery store. And a pedicure simply to remind myself that I am, in fact, a girl.
So this evening I'm going to Lollapallooza with a virtual stranger. I've never been to a concert with a virtual stranger... I've really never been anywhere with a virtual stranger other than down the pub... and this stranger is a "liberal Muslim," but not so liberal that he boozes. Darnitall, what is it with all the teatotalers I'm running into these days?? Is this a message from the universe? Or just crap coincidence? Is it weird that his use of the words "herpes" and "vaginal" (both) during our last phone converation actually served to somewhat encouraged me? Like, hey this guy might be muslim but he's not so uptight, he uses words like "herpes" and "vaginal." Would your opinion change if I mentioned that he's a doctor? Didn't think so. Well, Kings of Leon are playing the paloooza, as are The Decemberists, Andrew Bird, The Knux, and Depeche Mode (wha? who? yeah ok) to name a few. So pain of experience pending, shouldn't be too hard to lose myself in the music.... Wish me bonne chance, this could get awkward.
Sincing I'm on a major music therapy kick today... this just came in on iPod shuffle and, though I'm clearly a dozen days and dollars short on this one, I had no idea MIA sampled this Clash song for "Paper Planes." I'm sitting here listening going... "wait..what...that's..." and yes, it is. And everyone already knew this (as evidenced by a quick google search) except for me. And maybe you too? Probably not.
Another earworm du jour, because *like the blogger who introduced me* I now cannot get enough of this song. play play play play play. It's Iron & Wine covering New Order's "Love Vigilantes." Try to get enough, I dare ya.
— Judith Viorst, Necessary Losses
Ok, and on an untimely and much less poetic note, this reminds me that I've wanted to complain (somewhere! anywhere!) about an experience I recently had trying to purchase a necklace in the shape of a ferris wheel online. It was so pretty and perfect and reminded me of the boardwalk and summers at the shore. And I was really excited about getting it. I paid $50 to Finch Metal through paypal. I even exchanged emails with Jill from Finch Metal requesting a longer chain, which she obliged (at no extra cost, how nice of her!).
Well, the necklace never came. We emailed again, she said "oh, it must have gotten lost in the mail, because I already sent it. But I'll send you another one." (oh how sweet of her! i thought). I kept waiting, to no avail, ferris wheel necklace never arrived at chez j. So I emailed her again and never ever ever got another response from that sweet Jill lady. True to my lazy form, I didn't complaint to paypal until it was too late to file a dispute, and even truer to my form, I also didn't complain to Bank of America until 62 days after the transaction. Doh, also too late. Would report to Better Business but... well, I'm lazy. So that damn Finch Metal got my hard-earned 50 clams and I never got my pretty necklace. The injustice!!
I've done a lot of online shopping in my day and never has a company charged me and flat out never sent me a product and flat out ignored me after the fact. Talk about the nerve.
In conclusion, Finch Metal ripped me off. Maybe I somehow fell through their cracks, but I'm done giving them the benefit of the doubt. They never responded to my exhaustive (and overly patient) pleas for my necklace and -thereafter- an explanation for the situation. I, therefore, hereby recommend that you NEVER EVER SHOP at Finch Metal.
There, I finally got that off my chest. The irritation of it has been clamped on a rib somewhere in my cage for a few months now. Maybe I can finally stop thinking about it.