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Attack of the iPod Pixies

21 Jan

The iPod family with, from the left to the rig...

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So, before I jumped in the shower today, I turned on my iPod that’s docked in the bathroom like I do every day.  I usually keep it on random and since there’s about 3500 songs on it, I never know exactly what I’m going to get.  But I was in a mood this afternoon, and I decided I needed a bit more of a kick, so I dialed over to my playlists and selected highest rated.  I’m pretty vigilant about rating my songs but admittedly I haven’t used this feature in a while.  I turned it up to full volume and was kind of stoked about hearing some old favs.

But instead…you heard me cursing.  “Who the hell hijacked my iPod!”

What a surreal shower that was.  My only explanation is that someone snuck in during the middle of the night and changed all my ratings.  Not only that, I don’t even remember most of these songs being placed there in the first place.  We’re talking a lot of cheesy disco, some classical (and not the composers I like), a few that were a screechy combination of country and folk, and some really foul-mouthed rap.  I was tempted to step out of the shower and drown the thing.  Sadly, I didn’t.  When I did get out I had to go through 54 songs to get to one I would have rated a 3.  Annoyance.

Obviously it’s time to go through it and clean a few things off, but these had to be songs I rated the lowest NOT the highest, right?  It’s not like anyone borrows the thing.  It’s not like there are kids or pets around to mess with it.  I seriously think it developed a mind of its own and decided to punish me for leaving it there in the bathroom and ignoring it most of the time.  (Well I can’t blame it for that, I’d be pretty annoyed too, were I in its shoes, or err dock.)

The Suspect. This suspicious little pixie was finger painted using an iPod touch. Cool, no? But, I'm pretty sure she used her evil magic to crawl through the interweb and attack my poor defenseless iPod when I wasn't looking. Beware of this face! Credit m1ll3r.

Either that, or the iPod pixies have finally found me, in which case if you don’t hear from me over the next few days, please do call for help!

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Livin La Vida Loca

24 Jan

  P1010161_1 Livin La Vida loca at that Dodge Theatre.

Leslie and I went to the Ricky Martin concert last night at the Dodge Theatre. It was my first trip there and except for crowded seating it didn’t fail to impress.  Neither did Ricky.  His show was great, very ethnic which I loved, he played music and incorporated aspects of all different cultures, while he was shakin his bon bon up there.  It was a great concert for dancing, and I definitely want to get his new album, although it was a little hard with the seats so close together and the little grandma who came up to below my chest that was sitting next to me was almost as entertaining as the concert itself.  But great times were had by all.P1010152_2 Ricky_3 PS. The last photo is a stock photo from the paper, my camera wasn’t quite that good.

Living La Vida Loca

24 Jan

  P1010161_1 Livin La Vida loca at that Dodge Theatre.

Leslie and I went to the Ricky Martin concert last night at the Dodge Theatre. It was my first trip there and except for crowded seating it didn’t fail to impress.  Neither did Ricky.  His show was great, very ethnic which I loved, he played music and incorporated aspects of all different cultures, while he was shakin his bon bon up there.  It was a great concert for dancing, and I definitely want to get his new album, although it was a little hard with the seats so close together and the little grandma who came up to below my chest that was sitting next to me was almost as entertaining as the concert itself.  But great times were had by all.P1010152_2 Ricky_3 PS. The last photo is a stock photo from the paper, my camera wasn’t quite that good.

I Am a Rock

21 Jan

Rock_1 A winter’s day

In a deep and dark December

I am alone

Gazing from my window to the streets below

On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.

I am a rock, I am an island.

I’ve built walls,

A fortress deep and mighty

That none may penetrate

I have no need of friendship

Friendship causes pain

It’s laughter and loving I disdain

I am a rock, I am an island

Don’t talk of love

but I’ve heard the word before

It’s sleeping in my memory

I won’t disturb the slumber of the feelings that have died

If I never loved I never would have cried

I am a rock, I am an island

I have my books

and my poetry to protect me

I am shielded in my armour

Hiding in my room, safe within my womb,

I touch no one and no one touches me.

I am a rock, I am an island

And a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries.

-Paul Simon

 

I came across the words to this song in my research on John Donne.  It really touched me, not only as a perfect metaphor for one of my characters, but for my own life as well.  It describes the “shutting down” and depression I go through when I’ve been hurt emotionally and slight dissociation that is our bodies natural way of protecting and healing itself.  It’s a beautiful thing when I can look back at it, not caught in the throws of it’s power as I have been from time to time.  Simon is contradicting Donne’s statement that “No man is an island” in a very powerful way, and I agree….we all need to be islands from time to time, it is the only way we can gain the strength we need to continue to grow.

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