Archive for August, 2010
Last Weekend
I don’t usually chronicle my weekends; That’s more within a teen’s ambit of bookending their appointments, flitting from activity to activity and journaling them. But it was an unusual weekend, kinda, in that it was a mad dash from dawn, literally, to midnight. The momentum got going late Friday night. For some reason, the… Read More ›
Tribute
This song, simply called Tribute Medley, says what is on my mind today. I know I’ve posted it before here, but it’s worth repeating in this post on this day. Enjoy the song.
August Moon
Sometimes it’s fun to compare what you were doing around the same time a year ago. Obviously, the things that got you going a mere 12 months ago seem incongruous if you were to be doing it now. Yes, it’s the what-was-I-thinking blindsight that makes me look back in dumbfounded (the operative word being ‘dumb’)… Read More ›
Living with Age
No, it’s not because it’s that time of year. . . Having recently moved to dramatically different surroundings—a bungalow, not an apartment, and one that is full of relics and old books–I sense a change of mood within—it’s a lot like entering a different realm, the kind that affects your spirits and spirit. The age… Read More ›
Displacement
In uprooting myself from my living space of 9 years up in the trees, only to be living in transit in another, I feel weightless, like a tea leaf (Oolong, because it is too long) swirling in a teacup. If you found that lead sentence messy, well, blame it on the mess I’m in now,… Read More ›
(Short Term) Memory Loss
It was a last minute scramble to put away the last minute things that were lying around the home as fast as possible before the moving company–like the Grim Reaper–came, knock-knock-knocking on my front door. These would be things like the unfolded laundry, toothbrushes, TV/cable remotes, breakfast things, and the fish tank. The fish were… Read More ›
Irony
I was going to post some photos depicting irony, in which the surface meaning and the underlying meaning of what is said are not the same (Henry Watson Fowler) and consists in “stating the contrary of what is meant” (Eric Partridge). and perhaps but then I came across this John Cleese video and it… Read More ›
Old Words, Old Rooms
I am holding in my hand a suede Filofax I’d got from a whirlwind trip to Europe one summer a while back. I remember entering a leather goods shop in Florence, Italy, popular with tourists for its leatherbound goods. The minute I saw this Filo, I’d fallen in love with the texture of the rich… Read More ›
A Song from Childhood
This song–If You Remember Me–is heart-rending and I’d forgotten what a wonderful movie The Champ (1979) was, which this song was a part of. The great Marvin Hamlisch (A Chorus Line, The Way We Were) wrote the music, Carole Bayer Sager the lyrics, and the vocals are by Chris Thompson, an AOR (adult-oriented rock) singer… Read More ›
Low Maintenance
Fact: I took less than 30 minutes to empty a bookcase. Fact: It took three hours to empty all the contents in and on my dressing table into a packing box. Sorting the contents of a bookcase is easy-peasy. Either I think the book is worth keeping (here it comes, the trashy titles), or it’s… Read More ›
