I just noticed that Rhapsody will generate a playlist based on your Top 25 Most Played Songs. I don’t think it’s entirely accurate because I listen to a lot of Chris Norman and Katie Melua and neither rank. Plus, I can’t even remember the last time I purposely queued up Van Morrison. It also seems weird that Ornella Vanoni ranks number 1. Regardless, it’s a pretty good list of songs.
Monthly Archives: February 2008
Breaking Free
I ‘d like to dedicate this, the greatest video of all time, to my parents. You see, tomorrow, my parents are breaking free. No, they are not breaking free to an orgiastic Prélude à l’après-midi d’un faune fantasy-world like Freddie Mercury. They are on their way to Mexico for 5 days to temporarily escape the seemingly interminable Philadelphia winter. I hope they have a wonderful time!
Good Quote
“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, ‘I will try again tomorrow.'”
Mary Anne Radmacher (1957 – )
American artist
Scuba diving in the corporate world
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. (I didn’t drink any coffee this morning) It was extremely difficult tearing myself out of bed this morning. (I needed a cuppa coffee) I am sitting at my desk now and I feel underwater. (Gosh, I need coffee) After getting off the train, I bought a coffee from Dunkin Donuts. (Woo Hoo! Coffee!) I hope the caffeine kicks in soon. (Pretty please with a cherry on top?)
Is it drafty in here?
I wrote an entry last night but never published it. This isn’t an unusual occurrence. I have over 90 half-started to fully completed posts that I held back for one reason or the other. Sometimes it’s for the greater good of humanity– like when I stopped myself from hitting the publish button on the entry that described my first trip to the gynecologist. Other times I do it because I am certain I will get a phone call from either my mother or father telling me I am a pig. Heck, there’s one post that I regret publishing– the one where I described a frantic ride home from the Trenton train station in which I had to pee so badly that I considered putting an empty water bottle to a different kind of use. My mother loves to bring that one up…often. I thought it was funny and still do. Some posts sit in limbo because I have no clue how to end them, no cute sentence that ties everything up in a pretty bow. Kinda like this one…
DKNY Oh, Why?
The plan was not for me to go back to the NYC office today but plans change. I have 10 minutes before I need to leave. Make that 5 minutes. I am not looking forward to a 2 hour commute. I am also terribly sad that my two favorite Arabic men are no longer running the little breakfast kiosk at the Trenton Station. They served the greatest coffee and most delish bagels. Now there’s some bitchy lady running it who doesn’t have any bagels and her coffee is only so so. Makes me sad.
Human Refuse
Entering the Trenton Train Station this morning, there were two men handing out Barack Obama flyers. Leaving the Trenton Train Station this evening, there was a man wedged in a trashcan. Police were summoned and they helped him out. It looked as if someone had just picked him up and tossed him in the can, butt first. He appeared alive– although not by much. I wanted to help him but the policeman were there and they got everything under control very quickly. I have to admit I breathed a sigh of relief since the man smelled something awful and I don’t know how close I could have gotten before I started dry heaving.
Pumpin’ and Blowin’
One of my very favorite movies growing up was The Pirate Movie. I loved it! What was it about Kristy MacNichol and that mullet? Perhaps it had little to do with Kristy and more to do with Christopher Atkins. HECK! What am I talking about? We all know it was Ted Hamilton and that bejeweled codpiece! Slumming around youtube, I found my favorite song:
If you don’t think this is the coolest song and video– I’ll cut you!
New outlook
I had a nice weekend. Driving to and from Rob’s place, I turned my XM dial to the Oprah and Friends channel. Please don’t think less of me. I do enjoy some of the hosts; I guess I am just a new age-y chump, I don’t know. At any rate, I listened to Rabbi Shmuley Boteach and found that I really liked his show. On Sunday I told my mother, “You won’t believe who I was listening to on the radio this afternoon!”
“Who?”
“Rabbi Shmuley”
“Schmuley you can’t be serious!”
“I am serious and don’t call me Schmuley!”
Ba Ta Ta Da!
I am all pretty-pretty in my Ann Taylor Smock Dress, almost ready to head out the door and brave two hours of commute to end up in New York City! My professional life is changing today. My company has hired me a telemarketer! This means I can be more strategic! This also means that I will be sharing my office with another person so the amount of nose-picking, feet up on the chair or hoisted onto the desk regardless of dress or skirt will no longer be tolerated. I must contain my bodily urges. No more farting or burping when the need arises. I WILL NO LONGER BE ALONE! Darnit! But it will be worth it.
What I did on Friday
Lisa and Aprille came over Friday night. My original intention was to order pizza but Lisa convinced me to do something more special. Not wanting to back away from a challenge, I agreed and served my famous Olive Cheese Bread (recipe originally found on Pioneer Woman Cooks), salad with strips of steak and pre-made stuffed grape leaves. Dessert was Breyer’s Fried Ice Cream. After dinner, we watched the movie Knocked Up. I enjoyed the movie very much. It was cute although I think I might have reacted slightly different if I found myself in that situation. I’d like to think I’d act more like Natalie Wood in the movie, All the Fine Young Cannibals. (The 80’s rock group took it’s name from this movie and not vice versa). After finding herself impregnated with Robert Wagner’s bastard child, Natalie takes off on a train and meets up with the very rich, George Hamilton. Natalie seduces George Hamilton and then convinces him to marry her because she is carrying “his” child! Meanwhile, Robert Wagner, takes up playing the trumpet and finds that he has mucho talent playing “colored” music. He is suddenly thrust into the limelight with the help of Pearl Bailey. Natalie convinces George Hamilton that they should go see the famous Robert Wagner perform but they unfortunately decide to take along George Hamilton’s bitchy sister, Susan Kohner. Backstage, Robert Wagner seduces and ultimately marries bitchy Susan to get back at Natalie! Natalie eventually comes clean to George Hamilton, and tells him their beloved son is really Robert Wagner’s spawn. Unfortunately, I can’t remember how it ends. Regardless, Natalie’s trajectory agreed with me more mainly because I don’t think I could ever see myself with a man who has such brillo pad-like hair and smokes pot. Regardless, Knocked Up was a cute movie.