It may seem out of character, but I love this song. I’m not crazy about masturbatory indulgent guitar solos, which I tend to think guys like more than girls do, but oh well, it’s short enough…gotta take the good with the bad. I love that deep digging guitar. Oh yeah…
Now press the play button and close your eyes:
Betcha couldn’t tell he’s a nice Jewish boy from Michigan. Nice, hunh? Soul revival done to perfection except for that blatant curse (your shitty fuckin’ attitude), which I think sends it into its own orbit. I love this line: because you’re shaped like an hourglass, but I think your time’s up. I love a man who knows how to play with his words.
15. in England, your “fanny” is your “front bum” (girl)
16. you talk funny
17. I love many many fine movies
18. silly is good
19. play with your words!
20. food
21. not a vegetarian
22. yeah, I think I should be more evolved, too
23. 95
24. 100
25. THAT’S NUMBERWANG!
26. what do you want to know?
27. ask me
28. ask me, my blog is getting really boring
29. blue and purple and pink, pink too
30. I love frangipani (plumeria). It’s all over Hawaii, often they make leis out of it
31. lily-of-the-valley
32. those must be my 2 favorite flower scents
33. how am I doing? isn’t that exactly the kind of thing people write about on these lists?
34. a friend of mine in college once smuggled some fresh frangipani wrapped in tin foil back from the Virgin Islands
35. I used to collect matchbooks
36. my parents freaked out all the time thinking the house would burn down with all of those matchbooks in my bedroom
37. I had a really cool teeny-tiny tub-shaped container of matches from Kentucky Fried Chicken. It was supposed to look like a bucket of chicken. I think it was actually 3 tiny tubs that fit into a little box with a lid. Teeny-tiny. I’ll look for them and take a photo.
38. I have no idea how I got those matches
39. what do you think of asking for donations?
40. for my boob job, of course!
41. duh
42. I once swam in the turquoise waters of that famous little beach on the island of St. John
43. Seals and Crofts (first concert)
44. I don’t really want a boob job
45. Bowie, Detroit, 1976 or 7. I’m not kidding.
46. (that was my second concert, ’cause I sort of think that Seals and Crofts isn’t cool enough)
47. what rhymes with tummy tuck?
48. July. I’m a Cancer. It’s in my “About”
49. Smokey Robinson. That was a time.
50. I thought of going to Chicago in October just to hear Robyn Hitchcock perform Eye in its entirety
51. but I won’t
52. if I can do it, you can do it (except certain girl-only things if you are a boy)
53. once, I was talking to Robyn Hitchcock after a show in Northampton (2005?) but I was making a slight ass out of myself. I wanted to keep talking and talking. I was probably charming. I felt charming. He wasn’t really listening to me, just sort of off on his own tangent. I don’t think I was listening to him either.
54. it was probably 3 minutes or less of talking, but in my memory it was about an hour of interesting conversion. We were witty. And charming.
55. I related everything to Waldorf education and maybe to the Alexander Technique, too
56. I didn’t realize until that night that ham or hamp in a place name=hamlet and a hamlet is a little town and shire=county a more rural place where people live but really just farther out than the town itself and ton=town. Hampshire, Northampton. It’s like town town town town, all town all the time
57. Motown, city of my birth
58. Have you seen the Baha’i Temple outside of Chicago? I have, a few times. It’s beautiful (but I don’t think the photo does it justice)
59. Though my children have been Waldorf-educated, I’m terrible at handwork and I don’t like it, but I’m not sure which came first
60. I’m actually not bad at embroidery
61. but I don’t have the patience
62. rolling around to 21 years of marriage here
63. I’ve been with my husband longer (25 years) than I was without him (23 years)
64. that is a cool and wild happening in one’s life. when time falls away behind and also stretches out ahead like that
(this is goofy in the beginning, I know, but I really like this live version of this nice song)
65. I’m about done
66. Edna Mode quote: And call me when you get back, dahling, I enjoy our visits!
67. I don’t want to end on an even number, so I’m adding just one more (but this is NOT NUMBERWANG!)
(I hope you didn’t have to suffer through 5 seconds of a Ron Paul campaign ad before the video. Oh the irony!)
Much could be said about this song and video, but I’m not gonna go on about that. I do find it interesting that the amazing drum troupe, Olodum, featured in the song, champions of race and human rights, seem not to have any females in their group. Perhaps they are “allowed” to dance, but I don’t see any females drumming. Please educate me and tell me I’m wrong, or tell me the whys and wherefores. I can’t learn everything of importance on wiki….
Look, it’s not that I’m against all-male drum troupes or all-female drum troupes. But based on Olodum’s mission, as I understand it, it does bother me and strikes me as ironic that there are no chicks drumming. Again, help me. Tell me I’m wrong and why. All bloggers, including moi, are simply dying to have their ignorance exposed.
I’m not a fan of Michael Jackson, but I do recognize that he was a soul brother in spite of his creepiness. Was he a child molester? Was he smart (methinks, NO)? Was he mentally ill? Was he abused as a child? Was it just the drugs? One is still responsible for one’s actions and Michael Jackson was CREEPY and STRANGE and NOT RIGHT. Still, I’m glad he shared his talents with the world in spite of it.
I am sorry he’s still crotch-grabbing in the video. It’s unseemly, stupid, immature, and unnecessary. Do you think he insisted? Habit hard to break?
Anyway, here’s the whole slogan:
Just because you have one, doesn’t mean you have to act like one
But you knew that, right?
I’ve seen those words on a bumper sticker and I’ve thought, do I approve? do I agree? do I find this offensive?
I’ve never come to any final conclusion about the phrase except I think about it on occasion.
After taking my car for a repair on Saturday and after my ordeal with Dr. Old School Offensive Insensitive Reprehensible, I am a Male God Ruler of the Vagina and Uterus in the ER 2 weeks ago, it will not be too soon if a man is never a dick to me again in my life. I’m 48 and I’ve been treated unacceptably by men [for being female] on more occasions than you can count on ten fingers and ten toes and than anyone can count anywhere, anyways, and in any case (I’m guessing most of the women you would poll would come up with similar numbers). The worst offenders are certainly men who work in car repair, then male OB/GYNS, and finally, perhaps, home repairmen.
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