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Jan. 1st, 2013

Christmakkuh

Let's try this again ...

I've been around LJ for quite a while now, and I've been active in fits and spurts.  It's always been my go- to home for fandom, and I've been all over the fucking map with that, to be honest!  But more importantly, LJ has been the one form of social media that has always felt like the right fit for me.  In fact, I never really thought of LJ as "social media" until recently.  I hate Facebook with the fire of a thousand suns; tumblr is just that place where I waste hours looking at pictures of pretty boys and collecting quotes from my current fandom obsessions.  But LJ ... THIS is where I actually interact, express myself, share my thoughts and feelings, you get the idea.  Here is where I write & journal & ramble, without worrying what someone else is going to think or say.  

And while it would be easy to assume - based on my prolonged absences - that this place isn't important to me, that assumption would be dead wrong.  So in the spirit of a new year, I am going to make an effort to be here more often.  To try and be legitimately "social" so I can be reassured of the dependability of this community.  

Because gods forbid I should come looking for LJ and find it has withered on the vine because too many people like me treated it carelessly, and even worse, took it for granted.  Because we all know there is nothing else like it in all the vast wastelands of the Web.

May. 19th, 2012

Gotta love a GREAT movie!

I've owned this movie on Bluray for a while, but never watched it. Luckily, I caught Hanna on a movie channel this morning and damn! I could've watched it 3 or 4 times by now if only I'd paid more attention to the many online stellar reviews.

Fantastic premise, amazing lead actress (Soirse Ronan), fairy tale themes, action AND Eric Bana? Yes, please! Released early 2011, this under -the -radar film is well worth a two -hour investment.

May. 14th, 2012

writing as grammar nerd

I should have seen this coming ...

The timing of my becoming newly obsessed with American Idol is certainly right, with the Top 3 happening this week.  However, my biggest crush is actually season 7 winner, David Cook.  I didn't even watch a single episode that season, yet I jumped in with both feet for season 8 ... still not actually sure why (though s8 was a kickass season.)

So I got turned onto Cook's latest album, "This Loud Morning," a month or so ago, spent some time on YouTube, and saw a recent video where he talked about debuting a new single on AI May 10th.  So I dutifully set my DVR, then watched it live anyway because I'm a purist like that, and DAYUM!  New song was shiny and new (I'm a little meh), but Mr. Cook himself was in fantastic form:  looks, voice, overall performance ... he is easily the most polished and professional American Idol I've ever seen.  What little I've seen of his season proves that he came in with a thrilling stage presence, some witty banter, churning out great performances week after week (when was the last time we all saw THAT, hmm?)  But the level of confidence with which he performs now is super compelling. 

George Harrison, you are a wise and understanding man - you know I'll be back (actually, that I'll never leave), but I gotta say I'm enjoying the delicious immersion in the world of David Cook.

Anyone have any favorite fic or vid recs?

Nov. 29th, 2011

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"Love one another."
- George Harrison's last words


Ten years ago today, the world lost a unique individual: a true artist, a scholar of the physical and spiritual realms, a connoisseur of life and a man who brought love into the lives of everyone privileged to know him.


Hari, you are missed.





Oct. 7th, 2011

80s George

Your leaving dimmed the light of the world for us all


Jesus - that's ok, Scorcese ... just fuckin' KILL me while you're at it.

Tom Petty blindsided me with his tears, but I held it together while Dhani spoke of the attack and its aftermath.  Then Jackie Stewart slayed me.  Absolutely gutted me with talk of his continued bereavement for the loss of George.  And of course, Paul and Ringo finished me off.

So here I sit, sobbing like a little child at the end of a two- night celebration of the life of George Harrison.  Literally grieving for the loss of a man I never knew personally, but who's had as big an impact on my life as many people in my real world.

I believe these things are said more often than truly applicable, but in reference to George, it's true:  there will never be another like him.  And the future will be slightly less beautiful without him.



* To add insult to injury, what just came on during "Jump Start" on VH1 but the new Chili Peppers.  My complaint?
 
a)  they're performing on the roof of a building, and

b)  Josh Klinghofer best be putting that thank you note to George Harrison in the mail, like yesterday.  There would be no guitar solo on   "Did I Let You Know" had the so-called "quiet Beatle" not become a true virtuouso at slide guitar.  Yeah - YOU'RE WELCOME, JOSH.  Damn.  Imitation is a form of flattery, but not when you wholesale lift entire runs from a player who was one-of-a-kind.

Sep. 22nd, 2011

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I'm trying to ignore the more disturbing implications of my current mad obsession with a man who has been gone for ten years to focus on the positives this fixation has brought to the surface ... wonderful things that I didn't realize I'd been missing in my life:


1.  Rockabilly!!!

The music I grew up on, that my Dad has always loved over every other kind, is the same music that thrilled George Harrison as a boy.  I never made this connection until recently, because I only thought of George in conjunction with "The Beatles" - and Beatles didn't equal rockabilly in my vocabulary.  I didn't learn about the early days of The Beatles until I was an adult, but I'm ashamed to say I still didn't recognize the near-to-my-heart roots of George's incredibly distinctive guitar sound until this past year. 

Lightbulb moment:   DVD of "Carl Perkins & Friends," a rockabilly session filmed in London with the greatest musicians every to bogart a Sun recording.


2.  The Eighties

The clothes may truly never be seen again:  fashion so precisely "of the moment" that nothing really felt even vaguely "throwback," colors so bright and clean and happy that are forever tied to a decade of near-maniacal optimism.

The music I call the Eighties is high, fun, melodic POP music.  None of the Smiths/Cure/etc. moping for me ... nope, my cassettes were labeled Hall & Oates, Duran Duran, Cyndi Lauper and (of course) Madonna.  I was a legwarmer-wearing, lace gloves and petticoats, big hair-loving gal.  I feel lucky to have experienced adolescence during a time that will always be instantly recognizable by sight and sound - a unique time in history that I honestly can't see evolving into some future decade's signature look (ex. the 90s grunge was born of 70s punk and a dash of 50s plaid shirts 'n' dungarees.  Yeah - think about it.)

How does this loop back to my George Harrison phase of late?  In going through his solo work, I'm realizing that a handful of the more distinctive 80s tunes of my adolescence belong to George! (OK, I lived in a behind-the-times small town, so one or two of these touchstone tunes were actually from the 70s, but no matter.)   I was clueless at the time, still fairly ignorant of the The Beatles' overall importance, so while I knew on some level that the George Harrison singing "Got My Mind Set On You" used to be in The Beatles, there was no great significance in that fact for me. Today, I know that if I hear a DJ announce George's name, the next song I hear is likely to spark an immediate, emotional flash to a totally important moment in my life between 1980 and 1989.


3.  My lifelong TYPE of man

I tell my husband he's the only conventionally good-looking guy I ever dated, and that's the truth.  I have a lloonngg history of being wildly attracted to the "Offbeat Guy":  slightly awkward, really cute but in an unconventional way, somewhat out-of-step with the popular/mainstream.  Getting a mental?  Start with George Harrison at any given age, and you've got a perfect picture of the guy I would unfailingly make a beeline for in any social situation.

How much of this may have come from a sense for self-protection, I can't say.  I probably had a healthy awareness of where I stood on the beauty rankings in any crowd.  But this I know:  imagine a line-up including the Homecoming King, the Captain of the football team, the obviously cool guy, the super-studious nerd, and any other stereotype you may have grown up with.  Now throw 1963 George Harrison in the mix - that's my target, every time.  (Later in life I would have a brief flirtation with the loveable nerd, a worthy species in his own right, but ultimately not for me.)

As my Carl Perkins & Friends DVD comes to a close, I'm struck by the perfect example of "George Harrison as he represents my perfect guy" scenario:  as they always are when in the same room, George and Eric Clapton are sitting/playing side by side.  The perfect "compare & contrast" example to explain my left-of-center attraction

No argument that 1986 Eric Clapton is a beautiful physical speciman.  George Harrison is several years older but looks even more; Eric is sporting a black shirt, tight jeans and great hair while George is wearing a suit that I can't pin to a specific era as "fashionable."  They both exploit my ultimate weakness for talented musicians (OK, especially guitar players), but Clapton moves like sex when he plays.  George?  His fans adore his awkward physical charm, but no doubt it's an acquired taste as a turn-on.  I enjoy the hell out of Eric's solo turn with Carl - his guitar skills just aren't natural! - but quite honestly, Carl Perkins and Dave Edmunds are equally compelling. 

However, the moment George Harrison is on my screen, he's the only man I see.  I don't know any other way to explain my unerring attraction to a boy/guy/man who stands just outside that charmed circle of mere physical beauty to become a fascinating collection of uniquely male traits that add up to a slightly unconventional and incredibly appealing person.


So instead of beating myself up about spending an inappropriate amount of my waking hours to talking and reading about, watching and listening to George Harrison, I'm going to relax and appreciate the delights to be found in my heart and memory as they are triggered by everything this amazing man means to me. 


Sep. 10th, 2011

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I'm fairly certain no one in my immediate family has ever doubted my obviously obsessive tendencies, but I've reached the point where casual acquaintances are noticing that I seem unable to talk about anything but George Harrison, or the Beatles in general.

Mainly George, though - that's all that's playing in my car, I have a new ring tone, etc.  All of this is behavior quite unbecoming of a woman of my age, I think.  I try to blame it on the 9 y/o's ongoing fascination with any and all things Beatles, but I don't think anyone is buying that story anymore.

Like I said, those who are close enough to notice already know this side of my personality.  Doesn't make it any less uncomfortable when I realize I've started every conversation for the last three days with obscure facts about George, his music, etc.  Or worse:  when I find myself in WalGreens, I hear one of George's songs on the store radio program, and I have to consciously restrain myself from grabbing the nearest person and telling them they should appreciate the musical genius they are hearing at that moment.

Sep. 4th, 2011

It's 2011, must be Beatles obsession time

I've gone through several different periods in my life where I've been completely obsessed with The Beatles, and then for whatever reason, have turned away from both the men and their music for periods of years.  I can blame one self-imposed drought on a bad breakup with the guitarist in a Beatles tribute band, but that was a long time ago.

I didn't realize how desperately I'd been missing both The Beatles AND the musicians themselves until my 9-year-old son became OBSESSED with them.  It's been almost a year, and I can't pinpoint what started his obsession, but it's steady and strong (which is unusual for a boy his age, no matter the interest.)  Since he's only wanted to listen to/talk about/watch The Beatles, I eventually tapped out my knowledge base on the lads, and have plunged headfirst into Beatlemania.

There have been so many terrific books written in that past few years, and I've been devouring them all.  And since I was apparently "Beatles-free" in 1995, I have the extraordinary experience that is The Anthology (DVDs) waiting patiently for me; I'm just holding out for some uninterrupted time when my son and I can watch it together.

Something I CAN'T share w/my young son, however, is the lovely bounty of Beatles fanfic just sitting out there waiting for me.  Not only Beatles fanfic, but SLASH!   WooHoo!

How someone who has been an avid consumer of fanfic of every flavor/fandom/persuasion for a DECADE didn't find beatlesslash until now is a true mystery.  (headscratch)

Mar. 30th, 2011

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Trying to stop on top of things and stop letting the good stuff pass me by:

Happy early birthday, Delaney!

Mar. 28th, 2011

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I had lofty ambitions of doing this on a "fairly regular basis" at the beginning of the year.  Does monthly count?  That's SO not what I had in mind, but I guess it's better than I was doing.

So, what's been going on since the never-ending snowfall of February:


* It took me longer to get back into a normal routine than I thought once the boys were back in school on a dependable basis;


* Speaking of "routine," I'm trying really hard to continue regularly cooking a real dinner, like I was doing during harvest.  I felt extra pressure to have something on the table every evening because Mom & Dad were here.  I know Dad didn't expect it, but I wanted him to see me as a good wife and mother:  

A big part of what defines "good" (for me) is based on my memories of Mom having dinner on the table when Dad came home at 5:30p every evening (wow, that was a different time!)  We didn't have the kind of money when I was growing that my parents have now (and that Scott & I live on, but that's a completely different story) so sometimes dinner was "fried baloney in cream gravy, iceberg lettuce w/Catalina dressing, canned corn", y'know - the kind of food lots of families ate in southern Oklahoma at the time.  Yes, spam made a regular appearance on our dinner table, too.  However, these kinds of meals don't lend themselves to being "taught," as in "my mom didn't really teach me how to cook."

So committing to home-cooked meals hasn't been so much about teaching myself how to cook as it is on learning what it takes to produce a hot meal almost everyday.  It got a lot easier when I understood that the most important factor is being prepared, thinking ahead.  From buying actual meat at the grocery store - what cut is the kind of roast Mom made on Sundays?  How many ways can you make pork chops and chicken breasts interesting?  Then I had to master a handful of things that I know the boys will eat - even if that means we have baked beans and mashed potatoes 3 out of 5 nights.  (Hey, it's better than frozen chicken nuggets or spagettios three days in a row!) 

Long story a tiny bit shorter:   Mom & Dad went back to Las Vegas just after Christmas, harvest was mostly over a few weeks later, and I found myself reaching for spaghettios and chicken nuggets around 4:30 every day.  Or worse, stopping at Sonic on the way home from school after picking up the boys.  Who said that creating a new habit takes approx 30 days?  Apparently it takes longer than that for me to make sure a habit sticks.  So, I'm making a conscious effort to putting dinner on the table at least 3 days of the week.  Then I've got leftovers for a day or two, and there ya go - the school week's covered!  

One thing I haven't figured out yet:  why do I find myself going to the grocery store so much more when I'm cooking good, family food?  By the time you put meat in the freezer, buy big bags of potatoes and giant cans of pork 'n' beans, you should be good to go for at least a week, wouldn't you think?  But all it takes is one day of forgetting to get something out of the freezer to defrost, and you're stopping at Wal-Mart at 10:30a for a $22 ham to cook later.  Once I get the hang of balancing "which meat should go in the freezer, and which should I keep in the fridge for cooking w/in a day or two? " I'll be unstoppable.  Until summer vacation gets here, when any and all possiblity of my beloved daily routine goes all to hell.


* Drove to Alabama to see Scott's elderly grandmother for Spring Break.  The last two years I had fantastic excuses to skip this trip:  '09, still reeling from tornado and spending most of each day on the phone w/State Farm.  I got to spend a week by myself doing that - and it was still more fun than going to Alabama.  Spring Break '10 - my niece Faith had asked me months earlier to help chaperone her H.S. choir trip to NYC.  Um, YEAH!  My first tine in NYC, no kids to entertain since the choir was rehearsing the majority of each day for their performance at Carnegie Hall at the end of week, a fabulous time was had by all.

But this year, no valid excuse to stay behind.  Cue the 14-hr trip, add my single brother-in-law tagging along for the ride (which relegated me to the middle seat in the minivan), and a less than fabulous time was had by me.  Each year we tell ourselves, "she won't be with us much longer," but since we drive to Alabama again in July each summer, I'm not convinced the Spring Break pilgrimage is necessary.  But it's so not worth a week's worth of Scott's pissy mood if I complain about it, so I loaded up 15 books and season's worth of Glee on DVD and sucked it up.


Yep, my life is getting more exciting by the month.  I'm boring myself writing this - clearly I'm resigned to doing this for my own entertainment only, because I can't imagine anyone on my FL reading this stuff without asking themselves why they read the whole entry!  So, til next time.  (Please God, I hope I have something more interesting to write about!  Maybe progress on the new house ....)

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