Monday Meme 7/17

Stolen from someone.

1-What do you want people to say about you when you die?

He was a good friend.

2-How long does it take you to get ready to go out?

I’m ready now. Oh, for what?

3-If you were an animal what would you be?

A cat.

4-What’s your biggest fear?

Right now, that there are certain rxtended family issues that seem unresolvable.

5-What’s your most prized possesion?

It’s hard to say. Probably my signed copy of Abbey Road by all four Beatles.

6-What’s the funniest word you can think of?

Almost anything can be funny if you say it right. That said, something German such as farfenugen.

7-Do you get along with your parents? Mom, most of the time. Dad is deceased.

8-What do you look for in the opposite sex?

Intelligence, a certain curviness, eyes.

9-What was the most difficult thing you had to do?

Go to Charlotte the week my father was dying, because I knew if i went, he would die. And he did.

10-If you were given one day to live what would you do?

Kiss the Vice-President and hope for a scandal.

11-If you could relive any day of your life either for good or to change it what would it be?

It was a breakup.

12-What’s the worst feeling in the world?

Emotional claustrophobia.

The best?

Being touched.

13-If you could meet anyone who ever existed who would it be?

I’ve answered this before, so I’ll say, this time, Jackie Robinson.

14-What was the meanest thing you ever did as a little kid?

I hid from people when I was feeling melacholy, and enjoyed hearing them calling, looking for me.

15-What have you learned about love?

There’s a song in the movie Moulon Rouge which captures all the love cliches. They are cliches because they are true.

16-How have you changed in the past year?

More tired, more worried about family, more happy with blogging, more unhappy about my work venue, more tired of rain.

Friends Questions

In 1973 or 1974, I saw Billy Joel in the gym at my college, SUNY New Paltz. The band got lost somewhere between Long Island and our upstate town right on the Thruway and the concert started over two hours late.

There was a conversation about just passing on the opening act and to go right to the headliner, but that didn’t happen. Instead, Buzzy Linhart did his opening set. Don’t remember much about it, except that, since he knew we had no idea who he was, he kept name-dropping. He knew David Crosby and Bob Dylan. He worked with John Sebastian and Jimi Hendrix. It was all so…irritating, even though it turned out to be true. He seemed most proud of the fact that he co-wrote the song “Friends” that Bette Midler recorded.

That’s a story that I all but forgot until I read that story a couple weeks ago about Americans having fewer friends.

I think I’m pretty lucky that I’ve had some very good friends over the years: my racquetball partner Norm for maybe 20 years, my first-day-of-college friend Mark since 1971, my friend Karen from kindergarten (!), just to name three that I’m regularly in touch with.

So, my three questions, which I would appreciate a reply to:

1. How do you define “friend”? In a MySpace sort of way, or does it actually mean sharing some substantial thing? (Or am I just missing the point of MySpace?)

2. Can you be friends with people you haven’t met, that is, electronically? I contend, much to my surprise, yes.

3. Does the isolation of American life – longer commutes, busyness, distance from the core family – mean that the report is right, that we do have fewer friends, or is it merely a definitional issue? Certainly, school is a great way to meet potential friends, at least in my life, but I think the number of my friends would certainly have diminished had I not been involved with church and other organizations, and (OK, I’ll say it) this blog, which has been a way for me to keep in touch with people when I wouldn’t have otherwise (no Christmas cards sent two years in a row).

Songs stuck in my head:
Friends-Beach Boys
Can We Still Be Friends-Todd Rundgren

FAMILY: Happy Birthday, Carol


Since it’s my wife’s birthday, I figure I’d better write down all of her major flaws.

Lessee.

Oh, she tries to squeeze too much in to a time frame, which sometime makes us late. In fact, today, scheduled a walk, a trip to the Y for a swim class for Lydia, a Bible study…and she IS allowing me to take her to dinner.

And…

Well, that’s pretty much it.

Do you know what she wants for her birthday? For me to help her pick up things around the house, and a gift card from one of those kitchen appliance stores. Check, and check.

This summer, she’s co-ordinating this ESL summer enrichment program, thus cutting into her downtime – teachers NEED their summer downtime, I gather.

Anyway, she’s a good mom.

She’s gotten a lot more cynical about politics (like her husband) than she used to be, which is too bad, though quite understandable. She pays more attention to the news.
I could write a lot more, but the chances she’ll even see it is quite minimal.

The one thing I need to do is get a picture of her without the child. BL, I always had pictures of her solo.

Anyway, happy birthday, honey. I love you.

Linda Ronstadt and the Big 6-0


I have long thought that Linda Ronstadt never got the credit for being the eclectic that her male counterparts, such as Neil Young or David Bowie, received. Sure, she isn’t primarily a songwriter, but she expresses her talents in so many varied ways.

After the Las Vegas incident of July 2004, I was peeved enough to go out to buy her 4-disc box set. Don’t make me angry; I spend money.

The collection is put together in a most interesting way. The first disc and the first half of the second disc generally follows her career, with album cuts from throughout, but from then current (1998), back to the beginning, skipping over the a couple phases. (It is light on what is probably my favorite album, Hasten Down the Wind.) The rest of the second disc is comprised of songs from the three albums she did with Nelson Riddle and the two discs of Mexican songs.

The third disc is a collaborative disc where she performs with everyone from Kermit the Frog to Frank Sinatra, plus of course, Emmylou Harris, Dolly Parton, and Aaron Neville. It also runs from most recent back, but doesn’t include her background singing with Neil Young (Heart of Gold, et al.) or Under African Skies (Paul Simon).

Disc four is her rarities, including her contributions to Randy Newman’s Faust, a contribution to Carla Bley’s jazz opera Escalator Over the Hill, a collaboration with Philip Glass and much more. Again, latest to earliest.

I believe that in order for a box set to be successful, it must have both enough familiar stuff to reel you in, plus enough GOOD unfamiliar stuff to make it worthwhile. This set succeeds on both counts.

Last month, I heard her and Ann Savoy sang a couple songs on the radio show A Prairie Home Companion. One song was a Cajun tune, the other a ballad.

Then I came across the June 29 episode of Amazon Fishbowl with Bill Mahar. (The full episode also features Teri Hatcher: memoir, Burnt Toast; Annabelle Gurwitch: book and documentary, both titled Fired!; “dog whisper” Cesar Millan.) “11-time Grammy Award winner Linda Ronstadt and Ann Savoy harmonize beautifully on “Walk Away, Renee” and “Too Old to Die Young.” Between numbers they spar with Bill on the American South and Las Vegas.”

I’ve added their collaboration “Adieu, False Heart” to my shopping list; the album comes out on July 25.

Linda turns 60 manana. Happy birthday, Ms. Ronstadt.
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At the free Turtles concert downtown last night, I watched that “I didn’t know they did that!” look on many faces when they performed “She’d Rather Be with Me”. But you know how a song will get stuck in your head. That happened to me with the funny lyrics of Elenore. I sang the choir and the end tag all the way home. Aloud. Repeatedly. And, of course, not the melody line, but the harmony line. “You’re my pride and joy, et cetera”, indeed.

Date Night

Last year, for Father’s Day, my wife and my daughter promised me ten dates during the summer with my wife but without our daughter, which I believe was accomplished. It included movie matinees when Lydia would be in day care anyway, and I would take the afternoon off from work. Sometimes, it was a movie or dinner at night and we would hire a babysitter.

This year, though the explicit promise wasn’t made, we are attempting to have some dates again this season. So far, we’ve been on two.

The first was to see the movie I’ve been wanting to see for months, Thank You for Smoking, which I wanted to see even before Gordon recommended it a couple months ago. I found that I smiled through the first half, but actually laughed out loud a few times during the second half, but am embarrassed to admit that I missed the Pieta reference until my wife mentioned it to me afterwards. (If you saw the movie and don’t know what I’m talking about), think 16th President of the US.)

The second was to go on a boat ride provided by our realtor David on the Dutch Apple Cruise, a two-hour tour on the Hudson River from Albany, past the port to the fancy houses in Glenmont to and back. We met very interesting people, such as this Brazilian couple; her name was Maine, and she has five siblings also named after U.S. states, such as Tennessee and Maryland. Really. We talked about the English language, comic books, and a variety of other topics. There was also someone who turned out to be a neighbor of ours whose mother is a member of our church. It was a great time of great adult conversation.

One couldn’t help but notice, however, how high the Hudson River was getting. And it, along with other rivers in the Northeast, would only be getting higher…
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“It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown” 40th Anniversary Essay Contest – deadline is July 21.
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The World e-Book Fair, sponsored by Project Gutenberg and World eBook Library, will be offering up to 300,000 books online now until August 4, 2006. Fiction, nonfiction and reference books plus classical music scores and recordings will be available for free downloading.
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Signs I blog too much:

*CBS News Sunday Morning has a piece on blogging. This is the emotional equivalent of how the death of disco was signaled when Marvel Comics came out with the Disco Dazzler (changed to Dazzler).

*I have my first blogging dream, one I can remember anyway, which goes like this:
My mother, my Grandma Williams [my mother’s mother, who died in 1983], Lydia and I were in this apartment when Grandma Green [my father’s mother, who died in the mid-1960s], comes to the screen door, sees me lying on the sofa, with Lydia sitting on my stomach. I’m trying to figure out whether I should blog about the fact that my mother and father have separated. [My father died in 2000, and they never separated.]

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