play list

I got my ipod back up and running, albeit with a few glitches, the most notable being that I have lost about 3/4 of the music I had on it. That said, there are still a few thousand songs to choose from and as I have walked, run and read over the last month or so, I have taken a little inventory of the ones that have stuck with me, for a variety of reasons.

So in no particular order, and since there is nothing else to really do at this hour - alone anyway - this is what has been catching my ear and bouncing between the walls of my brain (since there's plenty of free space). Enjoy, as there are several genres represented. I've entitled it BHBS, just for my own amusement. A special prize to the person who solves the acronym.


BHBS Playlist

sarah mclachlan - stupid

sheryl crow - the difficult kind

soundgarden - the day i tried to live

lit - perfect one

hoobastank - disappear

poe - fly away

sarah mclachlan - drifting

fugazi - promises

coldplay - amsterdam

the streets - dry your eyes

hoobastank - what happened to us

green day - give me novocaine

olive - trickle, creature of comfort

massive attack - exchanges

massive attack - protection

incubus - i miss you

howard jones - no one is to blame

garth brooks - the dance

sinead o'connor - the last day of our acquaintance

justin timberlake - cry me a river

incubus - aqueous transmission

my chemical romance - i'm not okay

the bah

I found my local bar a bit ago. Well, one of them - there is still a lot of exploring to do in the hood. But I found a good one. The back door is a quiet stumble home and the beers are cheap, the tender(s) of bar friendly and the food ain't bad neither. Nothing bad to say about that.

Being that it was such a good experience and all, I have gone back several times and realized that:

a) I have a knack for warming up the atmosphere, which eventually translates to free drinks

b) Being single is hard on my liver

c) There are a lot of other people in the world who engage in weekday liver and lung damage, of which I was previously unawares. This leads me to believe that being single is hard on other people's livers too.

Or maybe they are not single and being in a relationship is harder on their livers than being single was. I would probably counsel these particular people to consider leaving the relationship that is driving them to drink alone and find a partner who would like to drink in tandem. Seems more fun at least, anyway.

Having avoided serious relationships for the bulk of my life, I don't know if I have had a long enough track record with any one relationship to gauge my own in-relationship drinking habits. Plus, I have had the added bonus of being broke for most of my adult life, and I don't think that Natty Ice really has hurt my filters too much, since it's pretty much water with a dash of hops.

I now understand though, how one stumbles into, claims and slowly starts to stink up one's "spot", because the rush of familiarity and safety to be felt in a not-quite-a-dive-yet-far-from-swanky establishment is like a happy, gin-soaked blanket of comfort. A blanket you can pull up over your eyes over and over and over again. A blanket big enough to share with other people and no one feels like you're hogging the warm part, or leaving their left thigh exposed to the elements.

And so I will now claim my special stool, donate a deck of cards (since they are not playing with a full deck at present, although neither am I, technically) and sully up to play gin rummy and talk politics with Mark and Thomas and whomever is my lucky drinking buddy du jour.

I sent a memo to my liver and promised my kidneys at least 3 litres of water everyday, so hopefully the all-out revolt won't begin for at least another 20 years. Who knows, by then I may have warmed up to a relationship again and it will only be my patience and sanity that take a beating.

acid

I'm the amazing girl that can be exhausted as fuck, after a long workout and still be sitting up with racing thoughts at 1am. Looookattergo.


Like right now, I am marveling at how many drugs ad executives must be on. There is some amazing and creative stuff out there, not to mention some killer graphics, and I do dare say that there must also have been some great e or mushrooms, or potent weed.


I said this about Lewis Carroll one time. I - who actually was Alice in the feature length play put on by Mrs. Stegge's 1-3 grade GATE class - I was in about my sophomore year of high school at the time, and it occurred to me as we studied the effects of psychotropic drugs on the brain, that indeed, many of the childhood fictions that I enjoyed, were enjoyed by a host of free-spirited adults for a whole 'nother set of reasons. I verbalized this to my mother one day while we made dinner.

She told me that I must be the one on drugs, if I would challenge the creative genius of such endeared artists. I maintained that while I did not challenge the genius or artistry in Lewis Carroll's works, I did have well-founded challenge to his sobriety. In effort to watch her head spin around, I busted on Aesop and Dr. Seuss, to boot.

She didn't speak to me for two days.

When you see an ad that really only loosely fits the product being sold, but is odd and meant to "stay with you" in that sort of je ne sais quoi way, the person who thought of it was loaded one night on any one of a variety of substances, all of which will produce a new electrical experience in the brain and are purportedly quite fun. Now that's a way to work!

What this has to do with nerve disorders, illegitimate children and the price of rent in Manhattan is, well, up for discussion. It has killed a decent amount of time in the analysis, at least.

powerthirst

I may have posted this before, but I didn't find it and it's fucking hilarious, so here it is again. Laughter offsets the sting of adversity, don't you think?