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egregious '80's music: heartbeat (don johnson)

egregious '80's music: heartbeat (don johnson)

i know what you’re thinking: good G-d. we’ve already sat through eddie murphy and bruce willis, wreke. now this?

lordy lordy.  it’s sonny crockett doing a clips show! or is it? well, it looks like sonny crockett doing some sort of stylized miami vice clips show, but in fact, it is just don johnson singing about a heartbeat.  is someone going into code blue? is he an anti-abortion activist? is he looking through the wreckage of a disaster, looking for survivors?

look at that intensity of feeling! look at that perfect hair! look at that sweet suit. look at that… DEAR LORD, it’s a KEY CHANGE!

seriously, there are so many shades of wrong in this effort that it’s hard to know how to start…or even whether to. it doesn’t matter that johnson has recruited all sorts of heavy hitters into his musical sphere (dicky betts, tom petty, etc.) he even has dweezil zappa and his little gumby green guitar, but it doesn’t matter. in short: this dog can’t sing.

johnson actually made a second album somewhere along the line. fortunately, it isn’t something i have ever heard. i suspect it was DOA anyway.

egregious '80's music: you and i (eddie rabbitt and crystal gale)

egregious '80's music: you and i (eddie rabbitt and crystal gale)

this goes out to my peeps from the Toms River North Class of ’83.

when i was a senior in high school, there was so much to think about: college, life after high school, getting the hell away from my hometown, and just which song would be our prom theme. the year before, our prom theme was open arms by journey, an acceptable, if not predictable, ditty. this year, i hoped it would be different. i was thinking it would be nice to shake things up. i went to our senior class meeting, hoping against hope that we could do something different. a few classmates and i had the thought: how about i wanna be sedated?

as you can imagine, that went down like a lead balloon.

in its stead, just you and i was voted in.

(no, i’m not bitter. much.)

for starters, they sing a grammatically incorrect phrase: it should be just you and me. that always tweaked me a bit.

but the song is such melodramatic pap. legend has it, neither rabbitt nor gayle ever intended the song to be a duet; in fact, it is said that the song was recorded and then spliced together. (talk about your drama.) frankly, it puts me to sleep.

so here i go again, indicting a song that probably has ended up a popular wedding song. it probably won’t make me popular, i suspect. i certainly wasn’t in high school, so this probably changes nothing…

plus que ca change, plus que c’est la meme chose.

embraceable you

embraceable you

oh, adolescence is going to be fun.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYumC4_QdXw

the kids and i just returned from a trip to what passes as an army-navy type store in our little upscale enclave of nirvana. (this being arlington, it’s more of an outdoorsy, camping, indy REI-like thing. no soldier of fortune mags here.) while at the army-navy store, BC saw a preppy little girlfriend from school who i’ve not yet met. they smiled at each other, and then BC did what she does with all her other girlfriends: she hugged her.

the other girl loudly announced: that was weird, rolled her eyes, and then stalked away.

BC looked at me a little puzzled.

that was rude, i retorted. who is that girl?

a girl i know from school, BC replied.

perhaps she doesn’t like to be hugged? i asked.

no, we hug at school.

a puzzlement.

BC and i are huggers. we are affectionate people. part of it may be cultural mixed with gender; but i suspect we is who we is. i remember the first time i met my father in law, a very shy and quiet man. he held out his hand to me; i took it and i hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. he was taken aback, i’m sure; i remember him stiffening up. i of course thought i had made the Blunder To End All Blunders.

but from then on until the day he passed twenty-one years later, that man always had a hug and a kiss for me. what’s more — he started to hug and kiss my husband, too.

i realize that some people are really nervous about their personal space. they fear getting close to people in both the literal as well as the figurative sense. i just don’t have that fear. maybe i’m stupid because of it, but there are very few people i genuinely dislike. and not one that i hate, not matter how crappy he or she might have treated me. (i let karma take care of things like that. i don’t waste my time plotting any sort of revenge scenario.)

but the hippie in me believes that love is contagious. and so even though there are people in the world who don’t care for me, i still greet them with a hug and a smile.  you never know how you might change someone’s day, someone’s year, someone’s life.

so i thought: how sad. this child is going to make my BC feel self-conscious about embracing the world and all the people in it.

not on my watch.

BC, i said to her as we drove away, there are some people in the world who just don’t deserve a hug from you. but there are lots of people who will always welcome those things.

like me.

i don't get it.  but what the hell.

i don't get it. but what the hell.

LJ Interests meme results

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    who doesn't love jennifer saunders?
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    ya mon
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    words
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    jim.jim.jim. jimi hendrix.
  6. matisse:
    i love him. especially his poems.
  7. nirvana:
    courtney love is just jealous.
  8. richard barone:
    nj unsung singer.
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    ah. carnival of the animals.
  10. timothy leary:
    coulda met him, but my mom said no.

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yet again

yet again

part of the magic that IS living in our nation's capitol is that fuckwits from around the nation and around the world come here to show just how stupid they truly are. yesterday and today is no exception.

this time, it's some idiot tobacco (sorry for the redundancy) farmer from north cacolacky.

the best part: no one knows what the hell he is mad about. meanwhile, he is tying up traffic on the most main thoroughfare of DC, Constitution Ave. has done so since 12:30pm yesterday. i bet if they polled motorists today, they would say the capitol cops should blow him to Kingdom Come.

but i ain't cynical, y'know.

this guy, though, is. and funny, too.

war

war

i am just stunned at how simplistically dubya sees the world.

does he think that by dropping bombs on iraq, that will solve anything? does he understand that a madman like sadaam may use this opportunity to nail the poor kurds, or the israelis? and of course, the israelis, known for taking shit from no one, would probably not hesitate to retaliate. that, in turn, would likely give many arab nations the provocation to go after israel. those nations may have told dubya that they are in a coalition with him, but many have such a tenuous grasp on their populations that they would perhaps rather go after israel than stay the proverbial course with america.

does he think that by removing sadaam hussein and his sons from the country that he will quickly fix the country's problems? as if he will fill the vacuum with something better? let's take a look at afganistan, shall we? they may have have a peaceful person in power there (compared to the religious freaks who reigned for so long), but there are still warlords who disagree and bicker and plot mayhem over land and power. it will be years before the place is peaceful, if ever. you cannot simply remove a leader from a country and expect peace and democracy, especially in places where peace and democracy have been strangers for eons.

i fear terrorists. i live in the epicenter of the free world, and i always pray each day that my children will grow up safely and happily. moments like this make me very, very sad. and it is frustrating to me that we have a president whom i did not vote for who leads this country in ways in which i do not agree. and i feel powerless. i can't believe i am the only one who feels this way. but all the peace rallies in the world will not make any changes with this man.

at this time, all i can think of is a song by sting. though it was written in the 1980s during the cold war, its lyrics still resonate, albeit with different nations and different leaders.

“Russians” -Sting

In Europe and America, there's a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets
Mr. Krushchev said we will bury you
I don't subscribe to this point of view
It would be such an ignorant thing to do
If the Russians love their children too

How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer's deadly toy
There is no monopoly in common sense
On either side of the political fence
We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too

There is no historical precedent
To put the words in the mouth of the President
There's no such thing as a winnable war
It's a lie that we don't believe anymore
Mr. Reagan says we will protect you
I don't subscribe to this point of view
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too

We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
What might save us, me, and you
Is that the Russians love their children too

from the "well, that explains THAT" department

from the "well, that explains THAT" department

just got my glucose results back. i think my glucose levels are fine, but my blood is VERY iron poor. now i have to go on a prescription iron pill. i also need to rethink my diet and think of ways of eating more iron (a challenge since i am a vegetarian.) this also explains why i have been so tired and why i had an episode yesterday where i simply could not get enough breath.

strange dreams

strange dreams

last night, i dreamt that i had a job in Newark, NJ. in my dream, there were two NJ Transit trains to Newark – one went to one station, and one went to another station. both went to crappy parts of newark (i imagine there are nice parts of newark, though i have scarcely seen them). anyway, one train took me more directly to my job, the other required an additional change. i kept on getting on one train. then i got on the other train. i couldn't find the right train to take to get to work on time.

now. what the hell is THAT all about? and why newark?

the night before, i had a dream that would be right at home in any Coen brother's movie. i can't even begin to describe that one, though. too complicated, and, now that i am awake, too weird to even contemplate.

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