The Meaning and Life…

Elvis Costello said once in a song that the meaning of life would be hidden in some trashy paperback novel. So…I keep looking. Kind of ridiculous, I know… but you never know.

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My Dirty Wow Wow… or the story of DooDoo Doggy

Thanks to the wondermous cuteoverload I discovered this wonderful book and contest which allows DooDoo his fifteen minutes of fame. So now without any further ado…. my dirty wow wow…

Doo Doo Doggy This is DooDoo Doggy he is about to turn 30 this year… and frankly, though cool, calm and collected on the outside- he is bit nervous about the whole thing. DooDoo was a present from my grandfather. He has held up fairly well… though he hasn’t had ears in a long time and he has a few scars from surgery… oh and he doesn’t really sit up anymore 🙂 He has been well loved and continues to travel about with me today.

A soundtrack of a life….

If your life were a soundtrack, what would the music be?

Here’s how it works:
1. open your library (iTunes, winamp, media player, iPod)
2. put it on shuffle
3. press play
4. for every question, type the song that’s playing
5. new question– press the next button
6. don’t lie and try to pretend you’re cool

This is mine:

Opening Credits:
Julia Dream- Pink Floyd Relics

Waking Up:
Mindscan- Dieselboy- System Upgrade

First Day At School:
You’ve Been Flirting Again- Bjork- Post

Falling in Love:
Nobody Wants to Know- Brian Perry- Intentionally

Breaking Up:
I Lie Still- Bitch and Animal- What’s that Smell?

Prom:
Newspaper- Various Artists- Hopelessly Devoted To You

Life’s Okay:
Get it While You Can- Janis Joplin- Greatest Hits

Mental Breakdown:
Skinburns- Magnapop- Hot Boxing

Driving:
Spit- Sepultura- Roots

Flashback:
Train Wreck- Sarah McLachlan- Bloom Remix Album

Getting Back Together:
Shopping- Barenaked Ladies- Everything to Everyone

Wedding:
Something Against You- Pixies- Surfer Rosa

Birth of a Child:
You Will Be Waiting- Barenaked Ladies- Maybe You Should Drive

Final Battle:
Birdhouse in Your Soul- They Might Be Giants- Flood

Death Scene:
Parakeet Protest Song- Danielle Howl- About to Burst

Funeral Song:
Blue Moon Revisited- Cowboys Junkies- The Trinity Sessions

End Credits:
Which Way to America- Living Color- Vivid

This was a fun to complete – made me revisit that feeling of junior high slumber parties when we would get out the Ouija Board.

In My Mind….

Full Moon Rising

I continue to be fascinated with this idea of home and where it is…. Yesterday morning I happened upon one of my favorite songs that seemed to speak to me in such a perfect way…. So please forgive me… if I’ve up and gone to Carolina in mind. And there is indeed something quite special to me about the blue of a Carolina sky, the sweet creamy smell in the morning of grass and honeysuckle and the beauty of a full moon rising over the ocean or perhaps just a pear tree in a back yard.

i’m gone… say nice things about me… i’m gone…

A reminder…

Resistance
My I.Q. by ani difranco
when I was four years old
they tried to test my I.Q.
they showed me a picture
of 3 oranges and a pear
they said,
which one is different?
it does not belong
they taught me different is wrong
but when I was 13 years old
I woke up one morning
thighs covered in blood
like a war
like a warning
that I live in a breakable takeable body
an ever-increasingly valuable body
that a woman had come in the night to replace me
deface me
see,
my body is borrowed
yeah, I got it on loan
for the time in between my mom and some maggots
I don’t need anyone to hold me
I can hold my own
I got highways for stretchmarks
see where I’ve grown
I sing sometimes
like my life is at stake
’cause you’re only as loud
as the noises you make
I’m learning to laugh as hard
as I can listen
’cause silence
is violence
in women and poor people
if more people were screaming then I could relax
but a good brain ain’t diddley
if you don’t have the facts
we live in a breakable takeable world
an ever available possible world
and we can make music
like we can make do
genius is in a back beat
backseat to nothing if you’re dancing
especially something stupid
like I.Q.
for every lie I unlearn
I learn something new
I sing sometimes for the war that I fight
’cause every tool is a weapon –
if you hold it right.