Blogzac 2

Note:  Eglentyne is still on vacation.  She wrote this post before she left, and because she is still unable to predict the future, she has no idea what she’s actually doing in Albuquerque right now, but she’s sure it’s fun, and she wishes you could join her.  It probably involves sunshine.  And maybe green chile.  And probably beer.  

Partner remembered this punchline, or at least what he thought was a punchline:  “The piccolo player is a motherf***er.”  I had never heard the joke that I could remember.  The world being what it is, I googled (warning: explicit content) the line.  

Whenever Sonar X8 has a bad dream or has trouble turning off his brain to get ready to go to sleep, I always tell him this joke:

What did the fish say when he ran into a wall?  Dam!  

Apparently we’re all foul-mouthed around here.  

Blogzac 1

Note:  Eglentyne is on vacation in New Mexico right now, but decided in a fit of vacation-preparation procrastination to schedule blogs to be posted in her absence in an effort to prove that she could blog more often while away from the computer than she does when at home. This week’s posts are the equivalent of elevator music.  Blog + muzac = blogzac.  

After a new-music hiatus during the early years of my children’s lives, I have now returned to the land of exploring new music.  In the years since my departure from music consumption, the industry, the method, and the content has changed dramatically.  Which is sort of weird.  I didn’t realize how completely I had checked out of popular culture until I checked back in.  

My favorite song this week:  

“Charity” by Gnarls Barkley.  In fact, I just love the entire Odd Couple album.  I defy you to Not move a little when you hear it.  

And I know this one isn’t entirely new, but I love “I Wish I Was a Punkrocker” by Sandi Thom.  The combination of thumpy, jangly, melodic and nostalgic feels good.  

In fact there are a lot of amazing female voices out there now (Ileana, Sara Bareilles, Sandi Thom, Brandi Carlile, Ileana, Amy Winehouse [emphysema notwithstanding], Ileana).*  And I really like all those Emo boys.  I have faith that if I were a teenager now, that’s the music I’d be immersed in.  Plus Modest Mouse.  

*Full disclosure:  Ileana and I went to Cleveland Middle School together about 800 years ago.  Help make her famous.  Give her and her beautiful voice and words a little love.  While in Albuquerque, we will meet up for the first time since I had only one child.  I’m looking forward to it.  :)

Still Nothing

I love these teas.  The peachy Black Tea is my favorite, with the Energizing Black running a close second (oooh, but the Chai is good too).  Besides their amazing depth of flavor, the cool company vibe, and the bald little old man who used to be on the box, I love the quotes on the tea tags.  

Each tag has some pithy quote on it.  

“The palest ink is better than the best memory.  —Wise Saying from the Orient

“The worst loneliness is not to be comfortable with yourself.”  —Mark Twain

I love them so much that for a while, I kept my tags every day and entered them on my googlepage.  (Aside:  that rose was in my front yard, on a bush that has now expired, which is a bummer because it was such a lovely coral color and it smelled great too.)

Now you can go talk amongst yourselves about how crazy I am.  Go on.  It’s ok.  I already knew.  

Next:  Who says I can’t blog while on vacation?