...19 days until Episode III...
...may the force be with us...
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Sunday, April 24, 2005
The new literary project is unveiled!
"Chantez-moi" by Julia Dianne Ham
'Moonlight Sonata'
When you ask me to sing my favorite song, I shall tell you that I can't, because my favorite song has no words. Several years ago at a friends of the library book sale, my mom and I were digging through some records. I found a set of Beethoven records and at the time I was in love with his fifth symphony. So I begged mom to let me have the set. The first time I heard 'Moonlight' I knew I had to learn to play it. I memorized the 1st movement - yes memorize - I blame it all on four years of marching band. No matter what mood I'm in, I can hear it somewhere in the song. If you make my sister Cheryl mad, she can play the 1st and 2nd movements flawlessly. One of these days I plan to royally piss her off so she'll learn the 3rd movement, ha ha! I've had many dreams to this song. Sometimes it's water ripples, snow flurries, a funeral procession, or a thunderstorm. I've seen it all. (4/21/05)
'Moonlight Sonata'
When you ask me to sing my favorite song, I shall tell you that I can't, because my favorite song has no words. Several years ago at a friends of the library book sale, my mom and I were digging through some records. I found a set of Beethoven records and at the time I was in love with his fifth symphony. So I begged mom to let me have the set. The first time I heard 'Moonlight' I knew I had to learn to play it. I memorized the 1st movement - yes memorize - I blame it all on four years of marching band. No matter what mood I'm in, I can hear it somewhere in the song. If you make my sister Cheryl mad, she can play the 1st and 2nd movements flawlessly. One of these days I plan to royally piss her off so she'll learn the 3rd movement, ha ha! I've had many dreams to this song. Sometimes it's water ripples, snow flurries, a funeral procession, or a thunderstorm. I've seen it all. (4/21/05)
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
My new pet peeve...
...is women going through menopause. Let me re-phrase that -- the women I work with who are going through menopause. Oh I know in due time it'll be me constantly bitching, griping, adjusting the thermostat 24/7 (hopefully in 20-30 years or so).
Okay I'm off the soapbox now. Due to a response to a previous post I am currently pondering a new writing project (sorry Jesse, no poems). I hope it turns out okay. Cheryl you had better like it, since it was pretty much your idea.
In other news I finally found a website with Eminem tickets. Sorry my dear Marshall but you ain't worth that kind of money.
Anywho, take a looksie at the new pics of Joe and Tristan at play if you haven't been to Michelle's blog. And if you have, then go look again!
Okay I'm off the soapbox now. Due to a response to a previous post I am currently pondering a new writing project (sorry Jesse, no poems). I hope it turns out okay. Cheryl you had better like it, since it was pretty much your idea.
In other news I finally found a website with Eminem tickets. Sorry my dear Marshall but you ain't worth that kind of money.
Anywho, take a looksie at the new pics of Joe and Tristan at play if you haven't been to Michelle's blog. And if you have, then go look again!
Sunday, April 10, 2005
It's later...
I'm sitting here at work, utterly miserable as usual. I'm trying to finish up my work, write this post, and plan my next trip to Dallas all at the same time. Honey, it ain't working.
I know it seems I always go to Dallas whenever I have the urge to go on a road trip; but this time it's mandatory that I go. The trip is tentatively scheduled for July 28 and will consist of the same old routine -- go to the Hard Rock, go to Dealey Plaza and write some more poetry, take more pics of the grassy knoll (it's a big concrete wall I hope you know), go to the Eminem and D12 concert, go over to Grapevine Mall, and let's not forget the obligatory tattoo. Oh wait, did I mention Eminem? I've been to every ticket agent on-line and they don't have anything available. My fear is that the show is already sold out (damn Texans).
Moving on -- After living in downtown OKC for almost 18 months, I finally went down to the library and got my card (hooray). The new library is huge. I was in there approx. 90 minutes and the lady at the check out said "did you make it upstairs?" Whoa, I didn't know there was an upstairs. I was just cruising through the fantasy/sci-fi looking for Tolkien supplements and then made my way over to the videos. Upstairs -- holy cow. I guess the library will be my new Saturday routine. Anywho I found a couple of older movies that I've been dying to see. I borrowed Catch 22 (I'm in love with Yossarian) and Fahrenheit 451 (Mr. Bradbury - why didn't you sue that bastard Michael Moore).
Super condensed version - the character Montag flees the city and finds the refuge of 'the book people.' They've formed this commune in the middle of the forest and everyone introduces themselves as a book they've memorized (I like how the movie goes into a little more description with this than the book did). So I've spent the last week trying to figure out which book I am. Some of my fave books are Gone with the Wind, Piercing the Darkness, Pride and Prejudice, Fahrenheit 451, Catcher in the Rye. But then I remembered that the people are the book that they memorized. So here's my introduction "Hello, I'm One Fish, Two Fish." Oh Lord how depressing. To think of all the reading that I've ever done, I have the most words memorized from a Dr. Seuss book. Hey! There's good motivation for more daily reading of my Bible. Then I can say "Hello, I'm Proverbs chapter 31."
Not much else is going on. Here's the non-Jerry-Springer final thought:
"If you love your freedoms, thank a veteran." Donald, many thanks. Joe, special thanks and glad you're home safe with your little one. And Daddy, I've thanked you before but am most glad to say so again. So aim high, semper fi, and be all you can be. Love you...
I know it seems I always go to Dallas whenever I have the urge to go on a road trip; but this time it's mandatory that I go. The trip is tentatively scheduled for July 28 and will consist of the same old routine -- go to the Hard Rock, go to Dealey Plaza and write some more poetry, take more pics of the grassy knoll (it's a big concrete wall I hope you know), go to the Eminem and D12 concert, go over to Grapevine Mall, and let's not forget the obligatory tattoo. Oh wait, did I mention Eminem? I've been to every ticket agent on-line and they don't have anything available. My fear is that the show is already sold out (damn Texans).
Moving on -- After living in downtown OKC for almost 18 months, I finally went down to the library and got my card (hooray). The new library is huge. I was in there approx. 90 minutes and the lady at the check out said "did you make it upstairs?" Whoa, I didn't know there was an upstairs. I was just cruising through the fantasy/sci-fi looking for Tolkien supplements and then made my way over to the videos. Upstairs -- holy cow. I guess the library will be my new Saturday routine. Anywho I found a couple of older movies that I've been dying to see. I borrowed Catch 22 (I'm in love with Yossarian) and Fahrenheit 451 (Mr. Bradbury - why didn't you sue that bastard Michael Moore).
Super condensed version - the character Montag flees the city and finds the refuge of 'the book people.' They've formed this commune in the middle of the forest and everyone introduces themselves as a book they've memorized (I like how the movie goes into a little more description with this than the book did). So I've spent the last week trying to figure out which book I am. Some of my fave books are Gone with the Wind, Piercing the Darkness, Pride and Prejudice, Fahrenheit 451, Catcher in the Rye. But then I remembered that the people are the book that they memorized. So here's my introduction "Hello, I'm One Fish, Two Fish." Oh Lord how depressing. To think of all the reading that I've ever done, I have the most words memorized from a Dr. Seuss book. Hey! There's good motivation for more daily reading of my Bible. Then I can say "Hello, I'm Proverbs chapter 31."
Not much else is going on. Here's the non-Jerry-Springer final thought:
"If you love your freedoms, thank a veteran." Donald, many thanks. Joe, special thanks and glad you're home safe with your little one. And Daddy, I've thanked you before but am most glad to say so again. So aim high, semper fi, and be all you can be. Love you...
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Hello - Hello ---HOLA!
Here is a quick quote from the song of the day:
"I'd rather have a bottle in front of me, than have to have a frontal lobotomy. I might be drunk but at least I'm not insane."
That sums up my life since my last blog. It's not down the crapper or anything - it's kind of just sitting there, stagnating, with really obnoxious fumes rising up out it. (Can you tell my English comp professor liked my writing style?).
Oops, here comes the boss. I'll be back later.
"I'd rather have a bottle in front of me, than have to have a frontal lobotomy. I might be drunk but at least I'm not insane."
That sums up my life since my last blog. It's not down the crapper or anything - it's kind of just sitting there, stagnating, with really obnoxious fumes rising up out it. (Can you tell my English comp professor liked my writing style?).
Oops, here comes the boss. I'll be back later.
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