Sunday, October 31, 2010

Bach vs. Jem (although it doesn't really matter who wins)

I've been a fan of the musician Jem for a number of years now. I was introduced to her by an awesome roommate freshman year.

So when I was at a piano recital last night and heard this,

(Bach: Prelude & Fugue No. 12 in F Minor)

my first thought was, "Where have I heard this before?"

It took me about a minute to realize that I'd heard it from Jem in this song,

(Jem - They - Official Video)

I'm pretty sure I've blogged about that song before, as it is one that I particularly like for the lyrics.

Anyway, I guess I was just amused that I connected that soundbite with Jem before Bach. I was definitely introduced to Bach long before I was introduced to Jem, but somehow I had never heard that particular song by Bach until now...

Interesting, but entirely unimportant!

And on to better things, Happy Halloween!

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Rather common, in point of fact...

This morning at our book group we were all sitting around talking about our book and I noticed that my purse was on the other side of me sort of by the next person over to left's feet. I felt a little bad that it was sort of in the way but I didn't have the presence of mind in that moment to reach over and grab it. On with the discussion.

Ten minutes later I wanted my chapstick so I reached over and grabbed my purse (oddly light...) and unzipped it and noticed a weird blue paper sticking out of it.

Give it...two more seconds.


That's weird.

This isn't my stuff.

But this is definitely my purse.

Although....I don't normally put it over there...wait...

Wait a minute! My purse is right here on my right side! What?...How?


Yeah. We just had the same exact purse. And it was surprising, but also surprisingly...unsurprising. I've seen the purse advertised all over lately. I got it the first time I saw it...but's rather common. Which doesn't change it being a good purse, just not a very unique one.

Actually, what the whole situation sort of made me think of was that story about the man with the bag of cookies (you know...that one story with the man who buys a bag of cookies and goes and sits down at a bench and a stranger sits down too and starts eating his cookies and they take turns eating the cookies and the guy gets madder and madder as the stranger continues to eat the cookies, only to realize after the stranger has left that they were eating the stanger's cookies all along and that his cookies are all whole and uneaten hiding underneath the newspaper). If my left hand neighbor had noticed me grabbing her bag and opening it up before I realized it wasn't mine, what would she have thought? I would have thought it was very strange.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

For my beloved....

Ok. I'm writing about my cat.

My beloved cat.


Mimpy, the wimpy baby.

Mimpy was acquired as a kitten, purchased even, from a mall pet store. She was one of those little store front kittens. The ones in the window. She was originally my eldest sister Carina's cat. I was approximately between the ages of two and three when she came home.

I think her name may have been 'Mint' originally. I'm not really sure why Carina picked that, but she did. And then Mint changed to Minty and then Minty changed to Mimpy (or Mimp or Mimpsy). Why the change? Because Mimpy rhymes with wimpy, and if there was ever a pathetic, wimpy little kitten, it was Mimpy. She would crawl around on her belly outside, frightened of everything. She was that cat that would dash away at the slightest little sound.

As my sister tells it, on at least one occasion there was a hot air balloon landing in our yard outside the house and Carina ran to watch them land and took Mimpy along with her. They got pretty close and the hot air balloon let out a little more hot air which made a loud whoooshing sound and Mimpy was free and flying, like a lightning bolt, back to the house into some bushes. You've never seen a cat run so fast.

Carina also talked about Mimpy coming in and jumping up on Carina while she was asleep and licking her face until she woke up. :)

I also had a little bird when we were growing up. A little parakeet. I seem to recall that its name was Budgie....or something like that. A rather nasty bird, but I loved it all the same. Budgie resided in a little cage which rested on the ledge between the kitchen and the TV room. We came home on one occasion to find the cage knocked over and feathers everywhere, leading up to my sister's room where Mimpy usually hid. Yes, dearest little Mimpy had indeed eaten Budgie. We found a foot. I may have shed a few tears, but Mimpy's only punishment was that she had to stay outside for a few days. And then she was back in and everything returned to normal. I never got any more birds.

Let's see. Over the years, Mimpy mellowed out a great deal. We stopped dressing her up in doll clothes, which I'm sure she appreciated. For a year she lived with my grandparents in Colorado, quite comfortably, I assume, and my grandpa always called her "Persnickety". I'm not sure why, but that was his name for her.

After we moved to Indiana, Mimpy was an inside/outside cat for the most part. She lasted through a number of other cats who came and went (we've never had more than three cats at a time, but we've had a lot of cats. They come, we decide to keep them, and then they often disappear.), and learned to get along with most of them.

I remember that at one point my mom was painting the door from the house into the garage and Mimpy decided she wanted to come in so she quickly squeezed between my mom and the door (the wet door). Shortly later my brother and I were in my room talking, and we heard the most atrocious noises coming from the bathroom. Apparently Mimpy had taken a little of the paint from the door with her (into the house) and my mom was attempting to remove it. Mimpy never did care for baths. We gave her a number of them, although more and more infrequently (since it was never a fun experience for anyone involved), and every time she yawled and ended up looking like a little drowned rat afterward. A very unhappy little kitty.

In the last couple of years I would spend as much time as I could with her, petting her and holding her in my lap when I could. You kind of had to work up to doing that because she had trouble taking care of her coat and tended to shed as well as having sort of oily fur. But the more I pet her and brushed her, the smoother and nicer her coat was. She would sleep on top of my dad's corvette, nestled between the front windshield and the little part of the engine that popped up.

Mimpy's biggest claims to fame, aside from being ridiculously old, were that she liked to eat fruit (apples and pears) and that she had the most beautiful green eyes flecked with amber. Dragon eyes. Probably some of the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.

Mimpy passed away last night, likely in her sleep. My mom found her in the little cat condo (three door with insulation and a heated blanket).

Twenty (ish) years. Not bad for a cat. It is a little difficult for my brain to process the idea of her not being there since she's been there almost as long as I can remember. I remember getting her, but I don't really remember much of the time before she was around. So it will be strange going home to my parent's house and not having her trot out to meet me, meowing to be loved.

Again, we've had lots of cats, with varying personalities and not all of them have been perfect. However, Mimpy really was pretty wonderful. The wimpiest of cats to begin with, but entirely focused on loving and being loved in the end. That's all she wanted. Just as much love as you had time to give her.

She'll be missed now that's she's gone, but she'll also never be forgotten!

Thursday, October 14, 2010

A few thoughts on Seattle

I've sort of been in a bit of a writing slump lately. I've been off my regular energy levels the last few days. Not sick or anything, just not as peppy as I usually am. I'm probably not getting enough sleep...or exercise...or something. Anyway, it has resulted in a somewhat decreased desire to write. Which I am currently fighting.

Fight. Fight. Fight.

This last weekend was very good. Joey came up and we divided our time between driving (most of the driving that was mentioned in my last post took place during this last weekend), Twisp, and Seattle. Lots of driving, some time in Seattle, and a little time in the Methow.

This is a beautiful time of the year. Driving through the North Cascades was pretty breathtaking. It was raining in Seattle. Not a heavy rain, but just what you expect when you're there. Enough to get you wet but not enough to keep you inside. No umbrellas needed.

We ventured around the city a little, to the library and to the Space Needle. We got a delicious fresh crepe with strawberries and custard in it. Yum. :) We rode the monorail. We drove down to the airport (SeaTac is the most ridiculous name out there...I mean, come on, I know the location works, but couldn't they have come up with something a little more creative?) and picked up my mom and then finished up our exploration at the Pike Place Market. So many things to see! Flying fish and fresh flowers. Crafts and antiques. And delicious foods. We tried something at a little Turkish (I think..) place as well as following our noses to a Polish bakery where the line was quickly growing. When there are so many tasty things to try out there, why not try them? If you don't like it, how much risk was really involved? And if you do like it, how priceless was the experience of trying something new and discovering something wonderful?

Anyway, I'm looking forward to the next trip to Seattle, whenever that is.

Oh! And I almost forgot (which means I did forget but am now catching)! This is my 100th post! Woohoo! A lot of my posts have been pretty fluffy, about random words and such, but it doesn't matter! This makes 100!

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Cops: No longer the threat they once use to be

I've done a lot of driving in the last week (twice to Seattle, twice to Spokane) and as I was last driving back from Spokane, I was driving through one of the little cities on the way and there was a cop parked right at the beginning of one of the lower speed areas. First off, I think that is kind of a (no pun intended) cop-out location to try and catch people speeding, because it is possible that they'll still be reducing their speed from whatever it was before. I mean, I know that it is important to slow down when driving through those little towns, but seriously, can't you wait a little farther in? Just a little? So as to give people time to slow down? Second, it occurred to me that I felt absolutely no threat whatsoever from this cop because I was, in fact, going exactly the speed limit.

Before, I mostly sped around, usually going about five over the speed limit, but now, I've rarely gone over the speed limit anywhere, simply because the roads are small and curvy and I feel safe going the speed limit. I still speed a little on the interstate, but there aren't a lot of interstates around here, so I don't speed very often.

I guess it was just really nice to realize that the cop had no power over me at all because I wasn't doing anything illegal. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate cops and all that they do for society, and I've never been in a position where I felt like the cop was abusing their government granted authority, but I know of plenty of friends who've been taken advantage of my cops. Friends who have been given tickets for kind of ridiculous reasons. So, for any of you out there who are cops, don't be offended by anything I say. I appreciate you for the things you do, as long as you are being considerate of people and situations. I want you to do your job, but also to recognize when it is appropriate to make exceptions.

Anyway, where I felt slight increase of heart rate when I would previously drive by cops, usually because I was speeding, it was really nice to feel no reaction whatsoever.

That's right. You can't touch me.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Eleven Romantic and Beautiful Songs

In honor of a certain persons yearly celebration of their entrance into this world, I have a list of songs I'd like to share. All of the music should be here, but some of the 'videos' aren't really, just listen to the music! There are, of course, some good music videos, and what's here is mostly wonderful, but a few of them aren't that great.

The thing that really makes these songs shine in my mind are their lyrics. I'd include the lyrics...but then this post would be ridiculously long...and it isn't that difficult to look up yeah. Enjoy!

1.) Lovers Dream Featuring Fyfe Dangerfield – Anna Ternheim

This one is probably one of my favorites (song wise), and I'd never seen the video before, but it is beautiful! Really, really beautiful.

2.) Strange & Beautiful (I’ll Put A Spell on You) – Aqualung

3.) Brighter Than Sunshine – Aqualung

4.) If I Fall – Aqualung

5.) Distraction – Angels and Airwaves

6.) The Adventure – Angels and Airwaves

7.) The Gift – Angels and Airwaves

8.) Good Day – Angels and Airwaves

Angels and Airwaves - Good Day from martinsays on Vimeo.

9.) Colour My World – Chicago

10.) Falling For You – Jem

11.) Dreams – Cranberries

I love "You've Got Mail," so this song is kind of wonderful because of that, and because the lyrics are beautiful.

The Doghouse Diaries

The first thing I think of when I think of the "Doghouse" are the following advertisements.

The first:

(Beware of the Doghouse - Hilarious!)

The second:

(Return To The Doghouse)

(In no way am I endorsing buying jewelry as a save all for every mistake, but they're so funny...)

So, having been exposed to the above videos, when I saw that there was a comic strip entitled "The Doghouse Diaries," I was very interested.

I now keep a regular update running on the comic strip (though it is in no way related to the above videos) through blogger, but today's comic made me laugh so I wanted to share it.

"Girls are like ninjas.....seriously."

We really are that good. Most of the time. If we want to be. :)

I think, if you click on the picture, it should take you to the actual website, which will take you to their archives, which you should definitely explore, because they're wonderful.