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On Improving One’s Life November 26, 2008

Filed under: happiness,humor,life,thoughts — curiouserx2 @ 3:42 pm
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Is it just me, or does everyone find that no matter how generally grand life is, there always seems to be room for improvement? Is this merely my way of never becoming stagnant, however satisfied?

No se.

What I do know is that, in the past few months, I’ve gone from mysterious, maudlin and brooding (if I looked better in black, I’d have been a goth kid) to big-hearted, adventurous and (relatively) serene (and maybe just ever so slightly mysterious). And yet…. I still feel the pins and needles of desire in my belly from time to time. Not desire for material possessions, mind you. It’s not like I’m strolling the aisles at Tarjay when suddenly a set of microfleece sheets calls from its shelf and sets my gut aflutter. No, this is desire to NOT STAND STILL. To keep moving (figuratively and possibly literally), because I have not arrived at the proper destination.

And maybe the desire of which I speak is not something within me, but an exterior force (some would call it the universe) pushing me oh-so-gently on when I make the mistake of thinking I can rest for a while.

Point is – in the past, I’ve spent a good deal of time dreaming up ideas and immediately shooting them down as impossible or impractical. But with the same imagination used to concoct these plans and the same time and effort used to constantly veto them, I could have instead been finding ways to make the “impossible” possible.

I realize this is all very vague at the moment, but suffice it to say I’m spending much more time these days making things happen and always, always moving.

~a

 

Viva the Underdog!! November 25, 2008

Filed under: humor,life,thoughts — curiouserx2 @ 3:34 pm
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I realize this is completely off any subject I’ve ever presented in this weblog, but I came across this little guy on the FAIL Blog, and something about this clip makes me endlessly happy. Something about this whoops, “Don’t let the bastards grind you down!”

~a

 

In Which We Make Beds and Indulge Alter Egos November 24, 2008

Filed under: humor,life,music — curiouserx2 @ 5:30 pm
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Why do I feel like I must be working for the weekend (and a bit of loss for this)? I swear I live during the week, too, just more hurriedly and frequently without time to write about it. Anyway, this weekend was eventful in its uneventfullness. We decided to designate Saturday for pure unadulterated winter-time relaxation. With the exception of some living room furniture rearrangement and the laying down of a new rug in said room, the rest of the day was spent doing only things I love (and if I’m to be completely honest, I kind of love rearranging furniture, too, so there you have it). Breakfast (er… lunch) at the corner cafe, purchasing logs for the fire, rolling out the fold-out couch, piling a bunch of blankets on it, setting up the laptop to play movies and, finally (the product of all our efforts) – watching movies in front of a roaring fire with hot chocolate and Gabe.

We made our bed and basked in it. I recommend this highly.

Amidst all this lying-around-doing-nothingness, there was much talk. Plans have been laid. Details are being worked out. (Muah-ah-ah). Great things are to come, and it makes it so much easier to face a Monday when you have a plan. Plans… I recommend them as well. And think BIG. It’s more fun that way.  I promise to divulge when mine are a little more solid. (This entry is so disjointed – my apologies. I’m afraid it’s just the state I’m in this morning).

The band had a surprisingly productive practice yesterday. We’re loving this new space, despite the cost. No distractions, no equipment f@#k-ups, great sound…  I love practice space. I LOVE PRACTICE SPACE!! We have a show coming up this weekend, playing a set at the conclusion of a new, two-act play being presented at one of our downtown theaters. Actors are theatrical. We’re theatrical. This could work.

So, moving backwards through last week…. my roommate (also a musician), another female musician friend of mine and I will be performing for a Christmas party benefiting local homeless families. The three of us have performed in the past under the alter-ego name Girls!Girls!Girls! These shows are typically holiday-themed (we did the most kicka## USO-style show last Fourth of July) and ripped right out of the 30’s, 40’s and 50’s. So it’s totally throw-back and kitschy and entirely different from what each of us do with our respective musical projects. So we’ve got this holiday show to get together, and last week we had a shoot for the promotional photos. It was completely ridiculous and fun, and we definitely threw a little, plaid scarf around Gabe’s neck because he was walking into every shot and posing with us. The little dude loves the camera (and the camera loves him). Anyway… below you’ll find some final shots and production shots from that evening.

Everyone have a safe Thanksgiving!!

See you on the flip 🙂

~a

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Mission Improbable November 19, 2008

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What do I want, more than anything, after this weekend? To strap my current city of residence into a colossal harness and lift it on the world’s largest crane, swing it across the U.S., dangling precariously from the long, metal arm and, at the proper moment, send it plunging back down to Earth, right on top of Raleigh, North Carolina.

This formerly developmentally challenged city finally seems to be working out its growing pains and working its way toward healthy urbanization. But not fast enough. It’s climate is impeccable, it’s location (between a rock and beach place) ideal. But Raleigh itself is missing, as of yet, some of the things I’ve grown to love about where I currently live. (A word to anyone who bashes our mid-size, Midwestern ville – just try relocating and tell me how many better offerings you find.)

Anyway, because the feasibility of this is akin to that of President Bush learning the proper pronunciation of nu-cle-ar, I will have to, instead, consider the possibility of an eventual relocation with the hope that Raleigh will grow up quickly and properly.

But the purpose of this visit was not to explore a future place to call home. No – we had another mission. Several, actually:

1) Visit (one of) J’s hometown. A beautiful little college town – and we got to have lunch at the Restaurant X, where J used to wait tables. The couple who own it are from the UK (one British, one Irish), and were ridiculously friendly. The food was to die for, and I’m not exaggerating (but maybe I was starving).

2) Meet up with K: J’s first “girlfriend” and LONGtime friend. She’s a musician and philosopher, so you can imagine having a beer with this girl was pretty interesting. That, and the two of us share some frighteningly similar man issues, so J may have actually felt left out at this point. After an hour or so, we suddenly realize it’s getting late. K has a concert to go to down the street, and my Evil Twin is up for dinner across the street. We go to pay our tabs, and I’m standing there, swear-to-god minding my own business when a bar brawl breaks out and some guy turns around and smashes a beer bottle over my head. Or that’s the first thing I imagine anyway, when I simultaneously hear and feel a blow directly to the top of my head. Sadly, what really happened is not nearly as cool. Some old lady leaning on the bar nudged a pool cue out of the rack with her elbow, and it tipped over and landed directly on top of me. Still hurt like a mother f@#$er though. Anyway, off to….

3) Meet Evil Twin and Bro-in-law: at the restaurant where J’s cousin works. I’m blaming the blow to the head on my behavior over dinner. I’d had maybe a drink and a half when my sister rolled up, but I was feeling (and acting) bottle-of-wine loopy. A great dinner, but I think we all agreed the “small plates” left us unsatisfied, so we….

4) Meet Back Up With K at Beer Garden-Type Place: Here we pack in another couple rounds as the rain really starts to come down. I order a hard cider and am pleasantly surprised to be handed an entire liter bottle of the stuff with a couple glasses. So everyone has cider and whatever else, we drink and are generally merry. ‘Nough said. No pool cues and/or bar brawls.

5) See Amanda Palmer play solo: After spending Saturday relaxing and exploring Raleigh a little, it’s time to head downtown to the Lincoln Theater. When we arrive, a line has formed down the street made up of every kid that ever got made fun of (or is currently sill getting made fun of) in school, every over-dramatic theater geek (in costume, although what this costume is no one really knows), and many a Doll Wannabe with out-of-contol, colored hair and striped stockings. And there’s us: jeans, cotton shirts, sweaters, jackets. Dude – we love the Dolls, too, but even Amanda Palmer doesn’t dress like Amanda Palmer when she’s not performing. There are two openers. The first is a couple of Canadian girls called Vermillion Lies who are, admittedly, too precious for my taste and trying a little too hard to drop jaws. The next band, Butchers and Builders, are musically much more interesting, but I can’t help wishing to hear more of the band and less of the singer. Personal preference. He can’t carry the power of the musicians behind him. Finally, Amanda takes the stage in a long, drawn-out theatrical intro with the voice of Neil Gaiman (NEIL!) narrating, strangely enough. This is indicative of the entire show, as Amanda has hired a troupe of bizarre and not entirely attractive mimes to act out many of the songs. (This proves counterproductive, in that they make us laugh where we are supposed to be crying) The one song in which their presence was effective (and fun) was the finale, in which Amanda rises from the dead and lip-syncs to Rihanna’s “Umbrella.” Otherwise, I generally ached for the dolls more focused integrity. I longed for the tension they bring to the stage and release incrementally and oh-so-satisfyingly for the audience. Sigh. We left during the encore (Butchers came back onstage to perform Bon Jovi’s “Living on a Prayer” with Amanda, and with that we were out the back door).

We head up the street after the show for one more drink, and it’s at my urging that we leave it at one. I’m exhausted and not feeling so hot (I’d gotten carsick earlier and still having trouble shaking it). Grudgingly, everyone agrees and we pile in the car to head home. And, by god, there is a MASSIVE 4-way checkpoint set up on the highway home. We pass through with flying colors, but see plenty who aren’t so lucky, and thank our stars (and my weeniness) that we called it a night when we did.

6) Force ourselves to go home: This may have been the most difficult mission of all. North Carolina, after a minor cold front, is crisp and sunny, and we’ve been informed that it is frigid and snowing back home. We do a damn fine job procrastinating, stop in for lunch around 3pm at a place called Mellow Mushroom (you can imagine the drug references on this menu), and finally, FINALLY, have admit defeat and get back on the road. We don’t arrive home until 2am. Getting up for work is, as expected, painful. We immediately begin researching the possibility of relocation.

On that note – I should mention my two year limit. And the fact that I have just surpassed it. I have an extremely hard time staying put for more than two years. At some point, I must change apartments, jobs, cities, something, ANYTHING. And while I did just start a new job, I’ve been in Columbus for two years and two months. And it physically hurts me. This must stop eventually, I know. Bu tI blame it entirely on my military brat upbringing. Not only am I accustomed to moves I NEED them to feel right. Again, sigh.

In the meantime, the weekend trips help satiate this desire and help me bide my time until a more permanent trip.

J and I also used the 8-hour drive home to come up with and/or elaborate upon at least five different ventures, including, but not limited to, producing a Broadway musical, making a movie, writing the next great American novel and opening a restaurant or coffee shop. The winter ahead may be long and incapacitating, but being forced indoors for extended periods of time might be good for us. We have a lot of work to do;)

~a

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In Which We Take a Road Trip to Visit Evil Twin November 13, 2008

Filed under: music,road trip,travel — curiouserx2 @ 6:19 pm
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Leaving work soon to run home (and by run I mean drive), take the dog out, throw a few final things in my already over-stuffed suitcase (mine is the kitchen sink approach to packing) and be ready and waiting when J pulls up to whisk me off to North Carolina for the weekend. This little roadtrip was spawned from the discovery that Amanda Palmer (one half of the piano/drum punk cabaret duo The Dresden Dolls) would be making a solo tour stop in Raleigh, but not in my own city. And because my sister (some people have made the ludicrous observation that we could be twins, so she is forever known here as Evil Twin), because Evil Twin lives in Raleigh and I will make up most any excuse to see her (What? There’s a transvestite scrapbooker’s convention in “stone’s-throw-from-Raleigh” Apex?!?! By god – we have to go!), J and I decided to make it a long weekend. He hails from a little town outside Charlotte, so the plan is this: drive down to Charlotte tonight, trying desperately hard to not stop at every single rest area on the way (this would be me trying, not J), crash in his empty family home for the night, cross the state to Chapel Hill the next day, where we’ll visit J’s cousin and some old friends, meet Evil Twin and my brother-in-law for dinner there, then drive down to fair Holly Springs (which just got a brand new Walmart of which its residents are so damn proud – and this is why Evil Twin will never get me to join her down there) for the rest of the weekend. Amanda Palmer plays Saturday night, and I suspect we’ll drag our feet leaving on Sunday and maybe, MAYBE get home before I have to be at work Monday morning 🙂

I’m taking the laptop with me in hopes of doing a little writing on the way down and back (hey, it could happen). Otherwise, I can at least promise a photo-log of some sort or another (do I smell a collage in the works? F@#% yeah I do!)

~a (This is one of my favorite xkcd’s… )

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The Good with the Bad November 12, 2008

Filed under: nanowrimo,work,writing — curiouserx2 @ 6:03 pm
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It’s only fair to warn you that my job has just become a JOB, nay, a potential CAREER. It has just been discovered by, well, the entire office now, that I’m quite the talented copyeditor and writer, and they now intend to make the most of these talents. I’ve just been made Chief of the Writing and Style Police Department, so all written materials must now pass through me before seeing the light of day (that is, being read outside of our sparkly, homey, modern office). And there aren’t any laws yet established for the police to uphold, so I have to establish and document a sort of writing constitution for my department to enforce. In short – I now have massive work (work that interests me, that I’m even excited about!) to do. No longer a glorified secretary, I just lost my ability to write the next Great American Novel at work. So – don’t be surprised if you see less frequent NaNo additions; I may not win, but I’ll finish it this winter. Promise. Now – a comic, in hopes that you’ll forgive me. (Is this like rewarding your neglected children with expensive toys? I feel like it must be 😦 )

~a

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Writing Break November 11, 2008

Filed under: humor,nanowrimo,writing — curiouserx2 @ 8:26 pm
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Having posted one too many NaNo entries in a row, I’d like to present a brief break from the writing insanity to bring you some on-theme (sort of) comic relief courtesy of Wondermark. Enjoy……Okay, now get back to work!

~a

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