Friday, November 21, 2014

The Writing Life

I have a confession to make—I've been a horrible writer lately. I've been deep in the consuming phase of the process and not so interested in creating. From binge-watching various TV series on Netflix (Sons of Anarchy, The Killing, American Horror Story) to reading voraciously (recent genres include romance, witches and a few Stephen King titles for good measure), listening to podcasts (anyone else completely smitten with Serial!?) and new music (Rancid and the Foo Fighters!? It's like Christmas).

Thursday, November 06, 2014

Campfire Ladies: Mix Tape Shuffle

Here's the thing with mix tapes versus playlists: mixtapes are meant to be listened to from end to end. There is no shuffle in a mix tape.

The other day I had this epiphany while listening to Pink Floyd's "The Wall"—can you even imagine putting that CD on shuffle?

I'll give you a moment to compose yourself.

Monday, November 03, 2014

Son and Stars

I don't remember exactly when it happened. The sunrise crept later into the day so slowly, minute by minute until suddenly I'm greeting the day in the dark, sending my son out to the bus stop lit by the moon, the sun still resting, holding back to make its fashionably late entrance.

It's slow progress. Rather like my boy, who suddenly is getting taller and taller and will surely be eye-to-eye with me before the school year is out.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Honor is all we know

When I get stressed, I dive deep into music. Usually, music with a little grit to it, something to smooth down my rough edges. Some of my greatest musical loves are a direct result of this kind of connection. From Pink Floyd to Metallica, I have found soothing connection in the words and melodies that I've encountered when life seems a bit unbearable.

This is how I came to dig deep into Rancid.



Thursday, October 16, 2014

It Takes a Village

I went for a run this morning. It was gorgeous out, the perfect amount of sunny and slightly cool and windy. A few things:
  1. Close to where I previously found the pile of old cassette tapes, I found what appeared to be an old Members Only jacket in the ditch. My neighborhood is apparently where the 80s came to die.
  2. I saw a scissortail flycatcher in the field next to the road I was running on. It hopped from fence post to fence post to stay just out of range, but must have gotten tired because when I came upon it about the fifth time, I got close enough to see how pretty it was before it flew off into the field away from the road.
  3. Some drivers can be really douchey. I mean, it's a backroad, not the freeway. You may come upon slow-moving farm equipment, people riding bikes, people on foot. It's not a game of chicken, dumbass.
  4. The Google maps car drove by me, so I might be featured in an upcoming version of Google maps. *fingers crossed*! My big break. lol