Monday, May 2, 2016

music, music, musicland

The choir director at the high school is retiring after a long and illustrious career.  I was in her first year teaching here, and Grant is in this year, so that's a fun little set of bookends.  There is an alumni concert for all her former students, so of course I was like YEAH MUSIC.  They also said that spouses who were up to it could participate, so John was also like YEAH MUSIC.  So John and I and Grant are all going to sing some gorgeous music together, and the songs are really pretty and meaningful and I'm going to be a total mess up there.  But let me get to the point of my story, which is of course a complaint about somebody else:  

We were rehearsing Friday night, and the woman next to me, who is the spouse of a guy who was a year younger than me, made a couple of snotty remarks about the rehearsal director (who was also in the year younger than me) and the sopranos.  How tacky!  Listen to me, ma'am:  you are a guest in our home, essentially.  Nobody asked you to be here, and you can knock it right off with the attitude.  I've been sitting next to you and you're doing fine, but you're making just as many mistakes as everyone else, and no matter how accurate your remarks about fancy vocabularies and inability to read music may be, that's not for you to comment upon.  You don't get to insult a tribe you're not a member of.  UGH.  

Music people are so hateful, and I say this in full awareness of my own hatefulness.  

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

stop hover-peeing

Do you even Neko Atsume?  This is a game a coworker told me about, and I call it the cat hoarding game.  You attract cats to your yard with food and toys, and they bring you fish, which you can use to buy more food and toys.  They never poop, and if you don't feed them it doesn't kill them, they just don't come to your yard.  It's like a giga-pet without the stress!  Highly recommend.

UMMM GUESS WHO WENT TO CHURCH WITH BILL CLINTON ON SUNDAY?  It was me.  Grant's choir was performing at the Abyssinian Baptist Church in Harlem, and who should walk in and basically commandeer the entire program but Bill Clinton and Charlie Rangel, large as life and twice as natural.  He gave a stump speech for Hillary, which was good but went on and on, and it seemed like the pastor was getting a little miffed about it.  Like, we understand your position Mr. Clinton, but we've got a sermon about the Israelites to deal with here.  But it all worked out and the sermon was great and the music was great and I hope those kids understand what an incredible experience they had.  I cried a ton, which surprised nobody.  MUSIC!

Monday, April 4, 2016

on cheetos

I think we can all agree that Flamin' Hot Cheetos are a treat for a specific type of person.  Like, when Britney Spears was married to Kevin Federline and was being photographed going shoeless into gas station bathrooms?  That kind of person.  And there's a snotty part of me that thinks I'm a better kind of person than the Flamin' Hot Cheetos kind of person.  They seem like a snack from a misanthropic cartoon.

So we were driving home from practice a while ago, mocking Flamin' Hot Cheetos, as one does, and one of my teammates, with whom I am like-minded on societal issues, put in a plug for Cheddar JalapeƱo Cheetos.  WELL.  Roller battle does sometimes give me a hankering for junk food, so I stopped at the store and bought a bag.  They are tiny bags, by the way.  Why are there not "family-size" bags of Cheetos?  Anyway, they were delicious and whatever addictive chemical they contain prevents me from feeling any regret that I tried them.  So that's my recommendation, sorry if I ruin your life.  

Friday, March 11, 2016

pirates are fun

I just finished reading "Primates of Park Avenue" by Wednesday Martin, and I heartily recommend it.  I was certain that I would loathe every person in the book, and take pleasure in doing so, and for the most part I was correct.  I do find the "tribe" being discussed in the book to be an embarrassing, immoral blemish on our purportedly democratic, egalitarian society.  But that doesn't mean that I can't recognize that for them, the manufactured competition for resources is as real and terrifying as the struggle for daily survival was for our ancient ancestors.  And of course, when you really study a culture, you're bound to find at least some traits worthy of admiration.  It gave me new insights into human social behavior, and that's fun.

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

have a little priest

Remember when we were thinking about getting another cat?  Surprise, we did.  Here is a poor-quality picture of her:

Her name is Mr. Peanut (because she is a fancy pants tuxedo cat), but we just call her Peanut because our relationship with her is familial, not collegial.  And oh, how we spoil her.  I must admit to you that I allow her to sleep on my bed, which would be horrifying if I felt any guilt about it, WHICH I DON'T.  I love this cat so tremendously.  Since she came to live with us she has caught nine mice that we know about.  Can you imagine how delighted we are?  Rex barely tolerates her and Groceries loathes her and has taken to peeing all over our stuff in protest, so he is now an outdoor cat, but I can't even remember the last time either of those maiden uncles caught a mouse, so . . . not sorry.  She is the exact right amount of responsibility for me.  Another human child would have done me in, but I have just enough nurturing left for a cat.

I played in my first roller derby bout a few weeks ago and it was terrifying and exhilarating and I barely got through it without a nervous breakdown.  

We've gone skiing and snowboarding a lot, in order to get the most out of our season passes, and everyone in the family loves it and I think we might do this again next year.  It's a great way to get out of the house together and not resent the winter months--like, I can't remember the last time I was sorry to see the snow melt.  So thumbs up, highly recommend.  

If you're looking for a cooking show to watch, I started watching "The Great British Bake-Off/Baking Show" (it depends on whether you're watching it in America or England) recently and I love it.  

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

you're making it very hard to root for you, freddy krueger

Immigration law is a weird thing to me.  I need to study it more because in my Pollyanna way I am confused about why we don't welcome any and all law-abiding people who want to come here.  From the cursory internet research I've done it looks like the United States didn't institute quotas until 1921, and I'm wondering what else was going on socioeconomically or geopolitically or whatever that the quota system was put in place.

I've heard people make the argument that you have to have quotas, otherwise the massive influx of people would overwhelm the infrastructure, but that depends on how the infrastructure is paid for, right?  If it's paid for by sales tax then that argument holds less water.  I guess I've got to google THAT now.

But I guess there were country-of-origin exclusion policies clear back in 1882, so it's not like we were living up to our professed ideals even then.  

Related:  I love the poem "The New Colossus" by Emma Lazarus--the Statue of Liberty poem.  It's beautiful and evocative and always brings me to tears.  So here it is, in case it's been a while since you've read it:  

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Thursday, January 28, 2016

let's get ready to look SO GOOD

Last night I opened a book I just checked out from the library, and realized to my disappointment that I'd already read it--this is probably why the title seemed so familiar when I grabbed it.  It's "The House on the Strand" by Daphne DuMaurier.  It's a good one, so if you like DuMaurier's style you'll appreciate it.  

For Christmas this year we gave our family skiing and snowboarding lessons--it was interesting to me that the sport each child chose was the same one I would have chosen for them if I'd had to guess what they wanted.  Overall it's gone well except I fell and gave my head a good smack yesterday (but in a helmet, so at least my brains aren't all over the mountain), which cooled my ardor considerably.  As ever, I am overthinking it instead of trusting my body to do what it's supposed to.  But my body is not really an athletic body,  so I think my mistrust is well-founded.  Sometimes I feel like maybe I am trying to learn too many things.  I mean, learning is important, and maybe it will keep me out of the nursing home a little longer, but if you have too many irons in the fire you just make a mess, which is where I sort of feel like I am.  Like, I can't be practicing guitar AND derby AND snowboarding AND figuring out how to do a job AND running the rest of my life.  It makes me feel a little wiggy.