Alice Radio is doing their annual summer concert, Summerthing on June 11th and one of my favorite local bands is playing: Cake. Which makes me want to play this for you.
Inspired by the sunny weather, we went out for a short 4.5 mile ride to the park. The wind was blowing hard and sideways, so we had to pedal against it in both directions (that just doesn't seem fair). It made for a decent workout.
I never play meme games (or reindeer games now that I think of it), but last week's question of the day about board games has me thinking about scrabble. When Sooz posted this, I thought I would play along.
Here's how it works: Sooz gave me an "S." I'll write ten words beginning with "S." If you leave a comment on this entry, I'll give you a letter (if you want to play) and then you post in your blog...
Serendipity - still one of my favorite words
Satisfied - I am very rarely
Still - my girls have no idea what it means to be this
Soft - to the touch
Surprise!
Sand - preferably white and in the Caribbean
Specials - yes, yes, I know it is really "The"
So sue me - no, don't really
Sexy - this word works just as well without the "y"
Save me - a great song by Aimee Mann
"You look like a perfect fit
For a girl in need of a tourniquet
But can you save me
Come on and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone"
In trying to set up this post I realized that although some of my files are MP3s, most are MPEG4s because I have them in iTunes. Try as I might, I am not technical enough to convert them to MP3s, and I had to stop trying before I threw my computer out the window. Here is one of my favorite Specials songs "A message to Rudy" I wish, I wish that I could also put up "Ghost Town" because I love it so much, but there seems to be no way...
What do you get when you take Olivia Newton John, John Travolta, Snoop Dog & Dr. Dre and mix them up? A fantastic mashup from Grease that I found way back in January:
Hmmm. There are quite a few for me. I loved Aliens. And Terminator 2. And The Bourne Supremacy (although that might just be because Matt Damon looks soooo great without a shirt).
On the softer side I really liked A Man and a Woman, 20 Years Later. There is a whole substory about the Paris-Dakar race, which is one of the greatest races on earth.
This weekend I spent a lot of time with people who have no idea what blogging is. Most of them think that photos taken on phones stay on phones, and often confuse instant messaging with text messaging. They are, in a word, pretty normal people.
I used to be one of them (more or less).
To entertain my Comet friends over the course of the weekend I moblogged some of the things I saw. I took time to explain to my non-blogging friends what I was doing and why, although I couldn't talk about or show Comet specifically of course.
None of this felt strange to me. I had my filter set to "things I find interesting that I think my Comet friends will like" and I posted accordingly. It seemed very natural. Everything was fine.
Then something happened: my husband announced to a group of friends over dinner that I was a "blogger." And instantly I rebelled against the characterization. I insisted that I was not a blogger. Sure I have, um, three blogs that I actively maintain, but I AM NOT A BLOGGER. (oh my god, I have 3 blogs. shit, shit shit. does that make me a?...a..no. I can't say it)
Stepping outside of myself, I have to say that I find this reaction pretty interesting. My response is so visceral. So strong, it is akin to being called a Republican.
Now, I know that some of you (all of you?) may be offended at my reaction and for this I am truly sorry. Please don't take it personally. I suspect that what is happening is a demographic thing. I am forty-freaking-two, and I think that part of my problem may be that I am simply too old to be a "blogger." (Oh and by the way, I'm not a diarist or a journalist either.)
So while it is perfectly fine for me to post and send photos to My 3 Blogs (wasn't that a tv show?), I do not want to be referred to as a blogger. How strange is that? This makes me wonder, is this unique to me, or are there others that feel that way?
Would you consider making "Are you a blogger?" a question of the day?
Mmm. Lobster!
For a bite and some cocktails
