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‘Tis Fried Fish Season March 5, 2015

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I don’t give up special things for Lent, because I have relinquished my sanity, permanently. I figure that should cover it.  Additionally, fish sometimes makes me puke, which is very dramatically Lenten, but a situation I, curiously, strive to avoid.

Today, as I wandered, comatose, around my classroom after the longest instructional day permitted by law, I puzzled over a student name for minutes on end. The best I could discern was that the paper had been generated by my unknown phantom student named “Man Call.”  He’s not on my roster, but that was as close as I could get. There was an identifiable gun in his masterful illustration, which clued me in to the fact that Man Call has an interest in becoming either a police officer or a soldier. The assignment, incidentally, had to do with students making a choice of a “community service worker” that the students might like to be someday.  They were light on veterinarians, heavy on cops and soldiers (one would think that we were under the National Guard and martial law; I think that there has been too much media coverage of our men in uniform removing truckloads of snow from northeastern cities).

I don’t think that Man Call is going to be a police officer.

He is going to become the premier James Brown impersonater in Vegas.

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Music A to Z EEEEEEEEEEEE HAH! May 20, 2014

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My good friend Jackie over at Ambling and Rambling has been posting these Music A to Z deals, and I decided that I would finally join in on this one. I may not have followed the protocol on this, so I will not be too shocked when the Music A to Z police surround the house.

This week is dedicated to the letter E— a bit of a challenge, but I am up for it.

Let’s get to it. And don’t judge. I didn’t dig deep into the Dylan archives. You’re welcome.

 

 

ELO “Strange Magic” Love the harmony on this song.

 

Ellen Page Michael Cera “Anyone Else But You” If you don’t think this is charming, I just don’t know.

 

Van Morrison “Enlightenment” Only Van can get away with the lyric about one hand clapping. Van is THE MAN.

 

Eddie Vedder carries “Comfortably Numb.” Come on, Eddie sounds amazing. Roger Waters? You be the judge.

Elvis Costello “Deep Dark Truthful Mirror” I just think this song is beautiful, and his voice powerful.

 

 

 

Normal is Overrated February 26, 2014

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When emotions are high, or raw, or low—this is when music is most essential.

I sometimes fall into a feeling of normalcy over some things.  That my parents are no longer walking around in the world.  That my only sibling is mentally ill.  That they were, we were, once, a little family with little kids and dreams for the future.

The crashing of the dreams is the most haunting part.

Tonight I am reminded and it doesn’t feel normal (although that state may be a delusional one, at best).

So I landed on the song. I had to listen so hard to hear the story. But it was worth sticking around for.

 

 

 

 

Lennon Wrecked Me for Conservatism December 8, 2013

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This day doesn’t pass without a bit of recognition from me.

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Does it count as history that John Lennon was shot on this date in 1980?  It does for me.

I was a bit young to catch the first wave of Beatlemania, so I was not part of any grieving masses at my school that day.  It was as if nobody even knew that something earthshaking had happened, that a huge voice had been silenced.

So Lennon died, and Reagan was elected.  Soon it became so much cooler to care about money than about peace.  Love? Pshaw! The domain of the naïve. I know that people love to hail Reagan as this icon of American-ness, but I always got knots in my stomach when he would speak. I’ve never really gotten over it, although lots of peers have morphed into staunch conservatism.

I’ve had to apply for a couple of forms of public assistance in my adult life.  For a lot of that time…

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Cop-out Gifts From Gentlemen to Ladies November 28, 2013

Filed under: fashion,girl stuff,humor,music,Style — peachyteachy @ 7:59 pm
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Fragrance purchases are the lamest of the lame of the stuff that guys cop out and buy for their ladies.  I have never spoken to one woman friend who expressed a desire to receive fragrance.  Incidentally, guys, they don’t want lingerie in a size too small, either.

It pisses me off that I can’t understand fragrance commercials. The Katy Perry one? “Killer Queen?” If Freddie Mercury showed up, singing the song from the grave, a la that puzzling ad for Dior where Charlize Theron chums it up with Grace Kelly and Marilyn Monroe—if that happened, THAT would give it some street cred.  Am I really supposed to buy this empowerment message, that Katy is so free when she cuts off her corset (oh, wait–she kept the corset. Cuz it’s hot.)?

The problem is that these ads are all shot through the most male heterosexual lens possible.  Thus the absence of Freddie Mercury, in all his gay and brilliant glory. 

Just know, guys, that a gift card to anywhere that is not a grocery store or a vacuum cleaner dealer is gonna get you more game than a damned overpriced bottle of perfume.  Face it; so many people these days have asthma and can’t deal with smelling stuff anyway.

The exception to this rule: if you are eight years old and you pick out perfume from Rite Aid for your mommy.  You are golden.  Come to think of it, perhaps this is why men think that cologne is the ticket for getting that special reaction.  That’s sweet.  But that ship has sailed, Skippy.

Image: http://queenrockband.blogspot.com/2013/05/freddie-mercury-freddie-mercury-muses.html

 

Buzzed (not drunk) With Power-Dangers of Blog Awards November 23, 2013

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Good things awaited me this morning when I woke.

1) It was not 5:30 or earlier.  7:30 is a super Saturday luxury!

2) I received a lovely and complimentary comment from Genevieve at Coloring Outside the Lines . She has nominated me for the dangerously named Most Influential Blogger Award.  Thanks for the love, Genevieve!  I can call myself an MIB. 

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As you can imagine, I was pretty pumped, and since it’s been awhile since I did one of the beloved blog-chainers that allow us to give props to a set number of other bloggers I cheerfully accept and comply with the guidelines.   The rules are stringent and demanding.  Failure to meet the requirements results in mandatory jail time.  Except in Canada.

That is completely untrue, and I apologize to anyone I nominate who feels pressured, bothered, or pissed off by the suggestion that the best thing you can come up with today is a handful of responses to arbitrary questions, and a list of links to other people’s worlds. Here’s how to be the MOST Most Influential Blogger:

1. Display the Award on your Blog.
2. Announce your win with a post and thank the Blogger who awarded you.
3. Present 10 deserving Bloggers with the Award. 
4. Link your awardees in the post and let them know of their being awarded with a comment.
5. Answer each of the 10 questions that your awarder asked, and then write 10 for your awardees (or use the same ones up to you)

1) What is your favorite season?

I like cinnamon. 

That’s as close as I can get.  I am passionately in love with spring, summer, and fall—and I try passionately to not complain about winter. Until March. So, my favorite season is not March.

2)  Who is your favorite singer?

Shut up. Who has a favorite singer? I have about sixty-seven of them.  I dig Regina Spektor, Van Morrison, Jane Siberry (pre-Issa), Dylan, Kate Nash, Dave Matthews, 

3)  What is your favorite kind of music?

Nothing that can be played quietly as background music—I like to LISTEN to it and I like to HEAR the amazingness of what people do to make a song great.  Pick a favorite genre? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? Fine. Progressive tuba.  

4)  Who is your favorite author?

I read a lot of David Sedaris, Anne Lamott, and I am pretty into Louise Erdrich. 

5)  If you had enough money, what charity would you donate to?

Give it to the Dalai Lama and let him decide what’s best. 

6)  If you had enough money, what room in your home would you renovate?

First choice:  turn the attic into a master bedroom. Second choice: Build an office/media room out of mason jars.  

7)  What is your favorite television show?

Arrested Development. 

8)  Which of these is your most favorite drink: Pepsi – Coke – Ice Tea – Water?

Coke.  I drink more water than Coke, but it seems way too raw foodie to say that water is my “most favorite.”

9)  Do you own a desktop PC or laptop…or both?

Laptop. Unless you count the dead ones. 

10)  What would you rather do for relaxation, read a book or watch television?

Yeah, I’m a teacher, but I really like a lot of things on TV. 

Now for MY questions! 

1) What is your favorite seasoning? 

2) Who are your favorite and least favorite child actors?

3) If you had a time machine and could go back in time to make sure that one song was never recorded, what song would it be?

4) What is the best thing about blogging, for you?

5) Food processor or sledge hammer? Why?

6) What is the lamest health and beauty product you have ever purchased? Is it still in your bathroom/makeup bag/hall closet?

7) Where do you stand on the unicorn question? Alternate assignment: make up a unicorn question.

8) How long has it been since you bought a box of 64 Crayola crayons? Alternate assignment: make up another unicorn question.

9) What color was the last can of paint you purchased? Have you painted anything with that paint?

10) Who is your favorite couple/love story? Real, fictional, alive, dead.  

Now, for the lucky recipients who get to answer the questions (if they choose not to become fugitives of the law)! The rules say “deserving,” but if this is a nightmare for any of you, I really didn’t mean to imply. . . I would actually love to hear responses to those questions from some of my fave bloggers–but I have bugged them before with this sort of thing, so I am trying to spread the obligation feeling around. Answer the questions with no strings attached! Do it!

But not you guys:

http://coachdaddyblog.wordpress.com/ It’s funny, and dadulous, and sporty.

http://tattooteacher.wordpress.com/ Teacher friendly.

http://lameadventures.com/ This chick owns a spinning bike! So, yes, it’s a fitness blog. Except it’s not.

http://pemberley.us/katie/ Always in the virtual bleachers to cheer me on!

http://nudgewinkreport.wordpress.com/2013/11/23/all-the-good-ones-are-taken/ Just some funny writing here.

http://theverybesttop10.com/ Because every day needs a top ten of something.

http://mrstonnessen.wordpress.com/ Another teacher who remembers Schoolhouse Rock.

 

Hey, Hey, What Can I Do? November 5, 2013

I climbed into the car after work today and this lovely tune started to play.

It was sublime.

Then things went south.

“From the sublime to the ridiculous,” is an expression that is often uttered in my interior monologue. I went from marveling at how amazingly good it felt inside to hear the chord progression of that obscure little Zeppelin tune, to the musical nails on a chalkboard.

I will not pollute my blog with any link or video of the endless George Thorogood song that followed.  I am the anti-fan of George Thorogood.  Suffice it to say that I was desperate to get out of the car by the time we got home.

I’m sorry if you are related to, or enamored of, George Thorogood.  He can’t follow “Hey, Hey, What Can I Do?” without sounding boring, stupid, and repetitive.

Then I voted. I bubbled in a bubble sheet.  The scanner machine said that I had done it incorrectly.  I had to darken my bubbles.  Then I had to get back in line to scan. Technology is so much better than when I could do the little metal flippy things.  There was something about sewers to vote on.  I said “no” to that, even though I couldn’t really read it, as I had left my spectacles in the car. My son and I both voted “no” on having judges be older and keep judging.  We agree that old white guys making decisions is one of our biggest problems.

 

 
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