The common denominator with the following list of songs is the amount they've been repeated on my ipod this week. There has been a bit of need for cheer here at pennylane productions. Thanks to my Cappy and great friends I've been able to recapture my usual buoyancy....And with that, another song list!
1. Repetition-Information Society
I've re-discovered this song after more than 10 years and could easily sing along. I love the Casio friendly melody and the quasi Howard Jones/Thompson Twins sounding vocals.
2. Ceremony-New Order
This song captures a mood that warms me in a warped kind of way. Reminds me of wintry Seattle nights, pining and procrastinating in grad school. I love the synth line and the gentle guitar line that comes later in the song. You know which one I'm talking about.
3. Always- Atlantic Starr
I've loved this song since high school. It's totally cheesy and so wonderful. "Ooh you're like the sun....." I can never tire of this song. There-- I've said it.
4. Coqueiro De Itapoa-Caetano Veloso
I first heard this song in the early 90's from my Japanese friend who had lived in Salvador de Bahia, Brasil. I immediately fell in love with this singer and this song. This song is all about "saudade" a deep longing or yearning--an absolutely heartwarming yet bittersweet feeling I am quite frequently in touch with.
5. Ka Pua U'i-Israel Kamakawiwo'ole
A real sweet Hawaiian love song...reminds me of picnic lunches at Lilioukalani Park in Hilo, Hawai'i--kicking back on the grass with bento from Kawamoto Store, watching kids jumping off the tower on Coconut Island.
6. Such Great Heights- Postal Service
OK a post-2000 selection here. This song worked for me this week, especially in the mornings, getting into work, turning on my computer...
7. Le ciel dans une chambre- Carla Bruni
Soothing and luxurious. When my friend Nico played her CD for me the first time, I felt like Amelie, collapsing as water in the cafe. He knew I'd love it, and I did.
Cheers to the weekend; dinner frivolity with sharkiesmachine on Saturday and yet another surfing adventure Sunday!
Friday, July 29, 2005
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Hair
Not real questions:
1. "Did you get your hair cut?" Said by a co-worker noticing another co-worker with an uncharacteristically much shorter buzz. Duh. Why not just a simple, "Nice haircut!" or "Gee your hair looks terrific!"
2. "Are you growing your hair out?" I stifled this retort"...funny you should ask. As long as my hair looks presently, actually I'm not!"
Speaking of hair---
Jeffrey won the "best in show" prize at the recent Eukanuba dog show. Jeffrey is a hair-riffic Pekinese. Apparently one of his best attributes is that he has a great physique. He probably logs in more treadmill time per week than me. He could be the equivalent of a mini-Arnold under all that hair, but who would know? Jeffrey is widened mop of long hair, with this perfect scrunchy face. All possible growths of fur on his little body are grown to the max.
There should be a whole new class at the show: "The Fur Group." This would be a cross breed group, including all groups: working, toy, sporting, etc. Or any dog that gets a lot of applause, fur that brushes the ground as they walk, and most importantly, their faces must be 95% hidden.
Winning this particular "Best in Show" is not the top dog (no pun intended) of dog shows, but the prize of $50,000 is no small chunk of change. That's a lot of hair grooming products. When announced as the winner, Jeffrey seemed neither surprised nor thrilled. He seemed quite indifferent, actually.
I liked the profiles of each dog, highlighting them like the way they show the Monday Night football starting line up. And of course the dog show commentary. When announced that a particular dog won for the best in its group he said, "Do you think he knows he's just won best in group?" And the other guy replied, "Well, I'm not sure if he knows but he looks like a happy fella." Many handlers commented, "He/she loves squeaky toys and all foods" as if it was completely unique to that dog.
1. "Did you get your hair cut?" Said by a co-worker noticing another co-worker with an uncharacteristically much shorter buzz. Duh. Why not just a simple, "Nice haircut!" or "Gee your hair looks terrific!"
2. "Are you growing your hair out?" I stifled this retort"...funny you should ask. As long as my hair looks presently, actually I'm not!"
Speaking of hair---
Jeffrey won the "best in show" prize at the recent Eukanuba dog show. Jeffrey is a hair-riffic Pekinese. Apparently one of his best attributes is that he has a great physique. He probably logs in more treadmill time per week than me. He could be the equivalent of a mini-Arnold under all that hair, but who would know? Jeffrey is widened mop of long hair, with this perfect scrunchy face. All possible growths of fur on his little body are grown to the max.
There should be a whole new class at the show: "The Fur Group." This would be a cross breed group, including all groups: working, toy, sporting, etc. Or any dog that gets a lot of applause, fur that brushes the ground as they walk, and most importantly, their faces must be 95% hidden.
Winning this particular "Best in Show" is not the top dog (no pun intended) of dog shows, but the prize of $50,000 is no small chunk of change. That's a lot of hair grooming products. When announced as the winner, Jeffrey seemed neither surprised nor thrilled. He seemed quite indifferent, actually.
I liked the profiles of each dog, highlighting them like the way they show the Monday Night football starting line up. And of course the dog show commentary. When announced that a particular dog won for the best in its group he said, "Do you think he knows he's just won best in group?" And the other guy replied, "Well, I'm not sure if he knows but he looks like a happy fella." Many handlers commented, "He/she loves squeaky toys and all foods" as if it was completely unique to that dog.
Saturday, July 23, 2005
The Island
***spoilers for the film "The Island"***
We just saw the new Scarlett Johansson/Ewan McGregor futuristic high tech thriller. Though the idea was not original, the futuristic details were intriguing. The white Puma outfits, mid-air transit, the pristine and minimal decor, etc. I couldn't help thinking of other films and books that have set the stage for this film. (Ayn Rand's Anthem and Minority Report are a few things that came to mind) Anyway, for nearly 130 minutes, I completely forgot about work, the fact that my arms were killing me (surfing training and yoga today....), that I live in California (?!), my friend Mark in London, and the fact that it was incredibly hot out at 8:00 p.m. tonight. I was was either giggling or grimacing throughout the film, but it was an escape--and that always makes a film work for me.
Here are some post-Island thoughts:
-You'd think in 15 years from now that the "products" could have been designed to have healthy replaceable organs, yet mentalities that wouldn't allow for problematic existential questioning?
-Clones developed to the mental level of 15-year-olds? Adults reading "Dick and Jane" aloud? This is not saying much for adolescence.
-Even if you're cloned with the mentality of a 15-year-old, at least you're manufactured with a superhuman ability to fall from skyscrapers without dying, dodge bullets, drive a futuristic motorcycles through buildings without a scratch, and instinctively know how to drive.
-I'd make a good "product." I actually didn't think the "island" was a ruse for something else. I envisioned healthy tans and long banana lines for those transported.
-If it ever becomes possible for people to purchase "insurance policies," will we say things like, "Botox was so early 2000's" or "Cryogenics? Yeah, right..." or "I can just feel that it's my liver you know, I can't believe we used to be desperate for just anyones!"
-Since CGI makes it possible for you to play against yourself in scenes, shouldn't you always be able to evoke "good chemistry?"
-MSN will have the monopoly on live action search technology
-Cloned humans seem to have "fugitive fortitude," they have no need for food or drink whilst on the run
We just saw the new Scarlett Johansson/Ewan McGregor futuristic high tech thriller. Though the idea was not original, the futuristic details were intriguing. The white Puma outfits, mid-air transit, the pristine and minimal decor, etc. I couldn't help thinking of other films and books that have set the stage for this film. (Ayn Rand's Anthem and Minority Report are a few things that came to mind) Anyway, for nearly 130 minutes, I completely forgot about work, the fact that my arms were killing me (surfing training and yoga today....), that I live in California (?!), my friend Mark in London, and the fact that it was incredibly hot out at 8:00 p.m. tonight. I was was either giggling or grimacing throughout the film, but it was an escape--and that always makes a film work for me.
Here are some post-Island thoughts:
-You'd think in 15 years from now that the "products" could have been designed to have healthy replaceable organs, yet mentalities that wouldn't allow for problematic existential questioning?
-Clones developed to the mental level of 15-year-olds? Adults reading "Dick and Jane" aloud? This is not saying much for adolescence.
-Even if you're cloned with the mentality of a 15-year-old, at least you're manufactured with a superhuman ability to fall from skyscrapers without dying, dodge bullets, drive a futuristic motorcycles through buildings without a scratch, and instinctively know how to drive.
-I'd make a good "product." I actually didn't think the "island" was a ruse for something else. I envisioned healthy tans and long banana lines for those transported.
-If it ever becomes possible for people to purchase "insurance policies," will we say things like, "Botox was so early 2000's" or "Cryogenics? Yeah, right..." or "I can just feel that it's my liver you know, I can't believe we used to be desperate for just anyones!"
-Since CGI makes it possible for you to play against yourself in scenes, shouldn't you always be able to evoke "good chemistry?"
-MSN will have the monopoly on live action search technology
-Cloned humans seem to have "fugitive fortitude," they have no need for food or drink whilst on the run
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Food Sabotage
Zao Noodle Bar is neither a bar, nor a place of noodles. No amount of upswimming plastic koi fish, and a variety of various Asian noodle offerings can compensate for the attractive yet unrealistic menu. We got the "tofu fries" with the peanut satay sauce. They're delicious and incredibly annoying. Don't ask me to elaborate on that. I love them, and I hate them. Note to self--never order phad thai unless dining in a Thai restaurant.
That said, I know I'm guilty of loving non-authentic foods, thinking it's THE real deal--or knowing they are not real and enjoying them anyway. I know, for example, that the Moroccan chicken couscous dish I had for lunch the other day was neither Moroccan, nor savory. And I know that the chicken adobo I had a few weeks ago at the Hitachi building cafeteria was not real adobo. The fact that it was served with cornbread and saffron rice proves that the cook staff should really sort their lives out.
And what about the countertop oden at 7-11s throughout Japan? When I said how yummy it was to my former co-workers, were they actually grossed out? Was that the equivalent of my distaste when my students from Asia would say "We had some great nachos at the cineplex!" Read: overly salty chips and plastic melted car seat "jalapeno cheese" sauce.
I call this "food sabotage." The worst offense is when you food sabotage your own ethnic food. For example, eating "tem-PURA" at Yoshi's. I pronounce it like this because it's not real tempura. I figure if I mispronounce the word, it's ok, I'm not really eating the real thing.
That said, I know I'm guilty of loving non-authentic foods, thinking it's THE real deal--or knowing they are not real and enjoying them anyway. I know, for example, that the Moroccan chicken couscous dish I had for lunch the other day was neither Moroccan, nor savory. And I know that the chicken adobo I had a few weeks ago at the Hitachi building cafeteria was not real adobo. The fact that it was served with cornbread and saffron rice proves that the cook staff should really sort their lives out.
And what about the countertop oden at 7-11s throughout Japan? When I said how yummy it was to my former co-workers, were they actually grossed out? Was that the equivalent of my distaste when my students from Asia would say "We had some great nachos at the cineplex!" Read: overly salty chips and plastic melted car seat "jalapeno cheese" sauce.
I call this "food sabotage." The worst offense is when you food sabotage your own ethnic food. For example, eating "tem-PURA" at Yoshi's. I pronounce it like this because it's not real tempura. I figure if I mispronounce the word, it's ok, I'm not really eating the real thing.
Monday, July 18, 2005
Language and Wisdom
"The sum of human wisdom is not contained in any one language, and no single language is capable of expressing all forms and degrees of human comprehension." -Ezra Pound
I've often felt that it can be somewhat of a handicap to be a native English speaker. Don't get me wrong, I'm quite glad that English is my first language. In my years of teaching English, I've come to realise just how difficult, idiosyncratic, inconsistent, and just plain tough this language really is.
If you are fluent only in English, you have no practical need to learn another language. You can travel through the Forbidden City in Beijing, in the southern islands of Thailand, waddle through train stations in Seoul...you'll always find someone who understands you, and someone you understand. After all, 2/3 of the worlds' speakers of English are not native English speakers.
This quote reminds me of an old friend that I've recently gotten in touch with after many years. Amid. He currently lives/works in the Philippines, but he is originally from Beiruit. He speaks four languages fluently, knows shockingly a lot about Japanese miso, and loves languages and linguistics as I do. He's is an eclectic fellow-- a poet, a scholar, a bit of a lunatic, philosopher, and a wanderer of the world.
We met in the late summer of '95. Amid was Marie-Noelle's roommate in her two bedroom apartment in the 12th arrondisement of Paris. I arrived in Paris nearly two weeks before she was to return from the Beijing women's conference. During that time and thereafter, Amid and I spent a lot of time, drinking, smoking, talking politics, philosophy, and about words and languages. We spoke mostly in French, a lot in English.
I knew it before, but I discovered how my perceptions were quite limited. Over many glasses of vodka, many herbs, sitting in a window over the narrow rue de Capri, I learned a lot about wisdom that I hadn't ever thought of, through words and concepts of languages I hadn't ever explored.
Reminds me of the concept of human wisdom. Imagine a circle, shade in a large piece of a pie, which indicates what we know. Then another piece of the pie, indicating what we don't know, and then shade in the rest of the circle, which indicates things we don't even know we don't know!
I think of Indonesia. Given all the languages in that country, one could say "hello, how are you?" in a different language every day for one year. Given that the sum of human wisdom is not contained in the languages I know--then for sure there is wisdom beyond my mere conception of wisdom. I find that pretty overwhelming, and comforting--in an odd sort of way.
I've often felt that it can be somewhat of a handicap to be a native English speaker. Don't get me wrong, I'm quite glad that English is my first language. In my years of teaching English, I've come to realise just how difficult, idiosyncratic, inconsistent, and just plain tough this language really is.
If you are fluent only in English, you have no practical need to learn another language. You can travel through the Forbidden City in Beijing, in the southern islands of Thailand, waddle through train stations in Seoul...you'll always find someone who understands you, and someone you understand. After all, 2/3 of the worlds' speakers of English are not native English speakers.
This quote reminds me of an old friend that I've recently gotten in touch with after many years. Amid. He currently lives/works in the Philippines, but he is originally from Beiruit. He speaks four languages fluently, knows shockingly a lot about Japanese miso, and loves languages and linguistics as I do. He's is an eclectic fellow-- a poet, a scholar, a bit of a lunatic, philosopher, and a wanderer of the world.
We met in the late summer of '95. Amid was Marie-Noelle's roommate in her two bedroom apartment in the 12th arrondisement of Paris. I arrived in Paris nearly two weeks before she was to return from the Beijing women's conference. During that time and thereafter, Amid and I spent a lot of time, drinking, smoking, talking politics, philosophy, and about words and languages. We spoke mostly in French, a lot in English.
I knew it before, but I discovered how my perceptions were quite limited. Over many glasses of vodka, many herbs, sitting in a window over the narrow rue de Capri, I learned a lot about wisdom that I hadn't ever thought of, through words and concepts of languages I hadn't ever explored.
Reminds me of the concept of human wisdom. Imagine a circle, shade in a large piece of a pie, which indicates what we know. Then another piece of the pie, indicating what we don't know, and then shade in the rest of the circle, which indicates things we don't even know we don't know!
I think of Indonesia. Given all the languages in that country, one could say "hello, how are you?" in a different language every day for one year. Given that the sum of human wisdom is not contained in the languages I know--then for sure there is wisdom beyond my mere conception of wisdom. I find that pretty overwhelming, and comforting--in an odd sort of way.
Friday, July 15, 2005
Dog Time
For those of you who've not met her yet, or haven't seen her in a while, here's a picture of the Tubular One, a.k.a. Misty. Misty is a Gemini Jack Russell, a real swinging senior. On her left is her pal Jack. This is Jack's first taste of canned Duck and Sweet Potato. Mmm.... As you can see, he's not a picky eater. Misty loves to flirt with the big haired boy dogs. She's trying to catch his eye here, but he's a little preoccupied. She's a bit intrigued with her fluffy mate. Why is he so chill? What kind of shampoo does he use? What's up with that crimped tail?
I've been thinking about things that run on dog time. You know, where one minute equals ten and one year equals seven? I've compiled a list of things that I feel run on dog time. Here they are, please add a few if I've forgotten any:
Things that run on dog time:
-Cirque du Soleil's "O"
-surfing with Cappy
-holidays
-those all night talks when you're falling in love with someone new
-the time between getting off the ski lift and catching it at the bottom
-Sundays
-the time spent devouring Harry Potter books, especially #3
-weekday mornings from 6:30-8:00
-scuba dives
-dancing to really great music
-enjoying Korean barbeque with friends
-and of course...all lesbian relationships
There is a small bit of consolation for things that run on dog time. When I reflect back on things like these afterwards, they s-l-o-w..w-a-y...
d-o-w-n. In reverse dog time, I daydream, float, I wallow...
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Not a Rock Band
Learning to surf was a dream come true experience. We're going out to repeat the whole thing again this weekend minus the instructors and the Tubular One. Lately I've been thinking of other dreams I've realised in my life. Here's one---a long time ago, I started a rock band. I wanted to be the drummer but ended up being the lead singer and songwriter.
In 1994, I was living in a town of 3000 in the North of Japan. My apartment was flanked by rice paddies and I lived next door to a Ken and Barbie couple from Myaaaad-ison, Wisconsin for my sins. We were the only gaijin in town. I survived the rural life with mixed tapes sent by friends from the states, 7-11 oden, mini-relationships, and writing, loads of writing. Most of the fun I had however, was a 4-hour train ride south to Tokyo.
I fulfilled my teenage dream of being in a rock band. I must add, by deliberately not playing the cymbals on the drums, Joanne said we were technically a punk rock band. A band, nevertheless!
It all started at a women's weekend in Saitama, Japan, circa 1994. Joanne and I conceived of the idea while soaking in the osento. We recruited a bunch of others that weekend to form "D.V.L." The Saggitarius from San Francisco, Michelle from Berkeley, Cowboy Sue from Texas, and the sultry Ingrid from England. Silvana from Sao Paulo was our manager, and Tammie from Seattle was our videographer.
We practiced in a studio in Nakano. Our usual times were 11pm-2, the cheapest time. We usually ended our late morning sessions slurping miso ramen across from the studio. We then crashed at Michelle and Silvana's nearby apartment. Our big break came via our only fan, Miwa who sorted out a gig for us in Rappongi. We were offered a second gig there plus the equivalent of $5 on every cover charge. Unfortunately, we declined. I believe we cited "shyness" as the main reason.
We may have been a one hit wonder with "Can I borrow your penis?" if it weren't for our other beautiful and evil songs: "Yamanote Line," "Peko the Lesbian Superhero," and "Tease of the Senses." Despite the fun we had, we were really in it for the t-shirts that were never made.
In 1994, I was living in a town of 3000 in the North of Japan. My apartment was flanked by rice paddies and I lived next door to a Ken and Barbie couple from Myaaaad-ison, Wisconsin for my sins. We were the only gaijin in town. I survived the rural life with mixed tapes sent by friends from the states, 7-11 oden, mini-relationships, and writing, loads of writing. Most of the fun I had however, was a 4-hour train ride south to Tokyo.
I fulfilled my teenage dream of being in a rock band. I must add, by deliberately not playing the cymbals on the drums, Joanne said we were technically a punk rock band. A band, nevertheless!
It all started at a women's weekend in Saitama, Japan, circa 1994. Joanne and I conceived of the idea while soaking in the osento. We recruited a bunch of others that weekend to form "D.V.L." The Saggitarius from San Francisco, Michelle from Berkeley, Cowboy Sue from Texas, and the sultry Ingrid from England. Silvana from Sao Paulo was our manager, and Tammie from Seattle was our videographer.
We practiced in a studio in Nakano. Our usual times were 11pm-2, the cheapest time. We usually ended our late morning sessions slurping miso ramen across from the studio. We then crashed at Michelle and Silvana's nearby apartment. Our big break came via our only fan, Miwa who sorted out a gig for us in Rappongi. We were offered a second gig there plus the equivalent of $5 on every cover charge. Unfortunately, we declined. I believe we cited "shyness" as the main reason.
We may have been a one hit wonder with "Can I borrow your penis?" if it weren't for our other beautiful and evil songs: "Yamanote Line," "Peko the Lesbian Superhero," and "Tease of the Senses." Despite the fun we had, we were really in it for the t-shirts that were never made.
Monday, July 11, 2005
Do Not Repeat After Me
Words and phrases I care not to hear evermore:
-"Rag tag team of delinquents"
formulaic, recycled, and very tired film plots
-"Rocker Hubby"
nails on a chalkboard, say it aloud, eewww!
-"Yeah baby...that's what I'm talking about!"
awful on their own, and when put together, just horrid
-the annoying overuse of the word "actually," see sample restaurant dialogue below:
"Can I take your order?"
"Actually, I'll have a salad."
"What kind of dressing with that?"
"Hmm, what do you have?"
"Italian, Bleu Cheese, Basalmic Vinagrette..."
"Can I actually just get oil and vinegar?"
-"chick flick" and/or "chick rock"
egregious--the mainstream perception of gender specific music genres and film types.
-"rideshare"
the word, not the concept
-"Peace out!"
i'm sorry, but this has got to go!
-"It's a two-fer!"
yikes, i can't even look at that
Any other gems I've forgotten? (Kelly you'll have to remind me of others I've ranted about...)
Note to self: Always play "Come Dancing" by the Kinks when in this kind of mood--guarantee mood lift and involuntary sing along :)
-"Rag tag team of delinquents"
formulaic, recycled, and very tired film plots
-"Rocker Hubby"
nails on a chalkboard, say it aloud, eewww!
-"Yeah baby...that's what I'm talking about!"
awful on their own, and when put together, just horrid
-the annoying overuse of the word "actually," see sample restaurant dialogue below:
"Can I take your order?"
"Actually, I'll have a salad."
"What kind of dressing with that?"
"Hmm, what do you have?"
"Italian, Bleu Cheese, Basalmic Vinagrette..."
"Can I actually just get oil and vinegar?"
-"chick flick" and/or "chick rock"
egregious--the mainstream perception of gender specific music genres and film types.
-"rideshare"
the word, not the concept
-"Peace out!"
i'm sorry, but this has got to go!
-"It's a two-fer!"
yikes, i can't even look at that
Any other gems I've forgotten? (Kelly you'll have to remind me of others I've ranted about...)
Note to self: Always play "Come Dancing" by the Kinks when in this kind of mood--guarantee mood lift and involuntary sing along :)
Saturday, July 09, 2005
Hang 10
I can watch surfing videos endlessly. Here are two of my very favorite surfing films:
North Shore
cheesy 80's white boy meets his surf mentor, falls for the local girl, amazing Pipeline surfing... totally BAD good
In God's Hands
real surfers playing fictional characters traveling the world looking for that perfect wave
So about hang 10..... Soon after the movie Grease came out in the late 70's I got a red satin Hang Ten jacket, with the two little feet logo stitched on. Totally cool. Teri and I would wear our satin jackets and play "Pink Ladies" creating song and dance routines. Hours of fun.
After 3+ decades of life and a big part of my childhood in Hawaii-- i've finally learned what "hang 10" means! Imagine that you're standing on a longboard. Now, if you walked all the way to the tip, you could stand with your ten toes hanging over the nose. If you were doing this while riding a wave, you'd be hanging ten!
Speaking of belated understandings, I've finally decided to learn to surf since I've been wearing Billabong, Local Motion, and Ugg boots for ages. Currently, we are at half time of our two day surfing clinic at Linda Mar beach in Pacifica. After some quick lessons about waves and rip tides, we headed out for the toilet bowl breaks, equivalent to the bunny slopes at ski resorts.
The water was incredibly warm. The Tubular One yapped at us from the shore. Instructor John told me that watching North Shore got him interested in surfing, we quoted lines from the film, then he launched me into a wave. Cappy was flying over the waves on her first surf outing. Good times.
All I could manage on my first day was a bit of bodyboarding on a longboard. Also, I seemed to manage to ride on all fours all the way to shore. If I were a dog I could totally go pro.
North Shore
cheesy 80's white boy meets his surf mentor, falls for the local girl, amazing Pipeline surfing... totally BAD good
In God's Hands
real surfers playing fictional characters traveling the world looking for that perfect wave
So about hang 10..... Soon after the movie Grease came out in the late 70's I got a red satin Hang Ten jacket, with the two little feet logo stitched on. Totally cool. Teri and I would wear our satin jackets and play "Pink Ladies" creating song and dance routines. Hours of fun.
After 3+ decades of life and a big part of my childhood in Hawaii-- i've finally learned what "hang 10" means! Imagine that you're standing on a longboard. Now, if you walked all the way to the tip, you could stand with your ten toes hanging over the nose. If you were doing this while riding a wave, you'd be hanging ten!
Speaking of belated understandings, I've finally decided to learn to surf since I've been wearing Billabong, Local Motion, and Ugg boots for ages. Currently, we are at half time of our two day surfing clinic at Linda Mar beach in Pacifica. After some quick lessons about waves and rip tides, we headed out for the toilet bowl breaks, equivalent to the bunny slopes at ski resorts.
The water was incredibly warm. The Tubular One yapped at us from the shore. Instructor John told me that watching North Shore got him interested in surfing, we quoted lines from the film, then he launched me into a wave. Cappy was flying over the waves on her first surf outing. Good times.
All I could manage on my first day was a bit of bodyboarding on a longboard. Also, I seemed to manage to ride on all fours all the way to shore. If I were a dog I could totally go pro.
Friday, July 08, 2005
Penny Playlist
maybe i'll post this list on i-tunes, though i'm not certain what i'd call it...
1. song to the siren-this mortal coil
...if this song were an outfit, i'd wear it everyday.
2. over and over- morcheeba
....s.f.1999
3. marlene dietrich's favorite poem-peter murphy
....i could listen to this voice for hours
4. carolyn's fingers- cocteau twins
...amazing memories of clove cigarettes and fir trees
5. beyond belief- elvis costello
...brilliant song writing
6. straight to hell-the clash
...train in vain in close second
7. it's a wonderful world/somewhere over the rainbow- israel kamakawiwo'ole
...this song made my cappy cry. very soothing and soulful music
8. vapour trail-ride
...this is what coldplay is trying to do
9. afro left- leftfield
...swiss cottage on the london underground
10. quelqu'un m'a dit- carla bruni
...love anything and everything by her
11. strawberry fields- candyflip
...i've been looking for this song since '98, had it only on cassette
12. all the air-frazier chorus
...to me this song is perfect
13. regret-new order
...one of my favorite all time bands
14. j't'emmene au vent- louise attaque
...i heard they're not that great live
how else to introduce myself, but through these songs. from the list you now know that i:
a. am romantic and sentimental
b. did not have older siblings who introduced me to classic rock
c. think a deep part of my soul is hawaiian
d. have not purchased new music in a while
e. am inappropriately sentimental
f. am thinking i might like this blog thang.......
p.s. special thanks to lunamania for inspiring me to get this going!
1. song to the siren-this mortal coil
...if this song were an outfit, i'd wear it everyday.
2. over and over- morcheeba
....s.f.1999
3. marlene dietrich's favorite poem-peter murphy
....i could listen to this voice for hours
4. carolyn's fingers- cocteau twins
...amazing memories of clove cigarettes and fir trees
5. beyond belief- elvis costello
...brilliant song writing
6. straight to hell-the clash
...train in vain in close second
7. it's a wonderful world/somewhere over the rainbow- israel kamakawiwo'ole
...this song made my cappy cry. very soothing and soulful music
8. vapour trail-ride
...this is what coldplay is trying to do
9. afro left- leftfield
...swiss cottage on the london underground
10. quelqu'un m'a dit- carla bruni
...love anything and everything by her
11. strawberry fields- candyflip
...i've been looking for this song since '98, had it only on cassette
12. all the air-frazier chorus
...to me this song is perfect
13. regret-new order
...one of my favorite all time bands
14. j't'emmene au vent- louise attaque
...i heard they're not that great live
how else to introduce myself, but through these songs. from the list you now know that i:
a. am romantic and sentimental
b. did not have older siblings who introduced me to classic rock
c. think a deep part of my soul is hawaiian
d. have not purchased new music in a while
e. am inappropriately sentimental
f. am thinking i might like this blog thang.......
p.s. special thanks to lunamania for inspiring me to get this going!
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