Blindsided

I have an iTunes playlist that I haven't been able to name. Most of my playlists are for a specific moments; working out, driving, yoga, watching slideshows with clients. This one, however, I only seem to click on when my feelings are unidentifiable. When I'm neither here nor there, but I'm not quite right. Every so often I'll hear a song that works really well for this sort of soporific state and I'll dump it in to the playlist. This is one of those songs.

If you're not yet a fan of Justin Vernon, you should be. His music, especially with his current iteration Bon Iver, is just the sort of thing for those days when you've taken an emotional inventory and decided that while there's nothing really wrong, there's not much fueling your soul at the moment and it might be good to wallow in the muck for a bit.

The workout playlist will be there when you're ready to come out.



(this is just one of several videos on YouTube. None of them are fantastic, but I liked this one for its artistic quality. And for the hotness.)

better quality:

	Bon Iver - Blindsided
	Found at bee mp3 search engine

	Bon Iver - Skinny Love
	Found at bee mp3 search engine

Fiction

I stayed 'til the last of the bottles was empty
and whizzing by my head
I stayed 'til there was no more air in the room
and my tears no longer moved you

Then it was over
and I will never be the same
I finally wised up, but the fact remains
I stayed too long

I'll be back when school starts.

Cliche or not, Brian Wilson is an absolute genius. Turn it up and DIG.

"No, I mean like Floccinaucinihilipilification"

An afternoon drive.

Calder: "Mommy, why do you keep singing that song?"

Me: "I don't know, I guess I just like it."

Calder: "Well, why do you like it?"

Me: "I like the words. They really resonate with me."

(silence, as I realize my linguistic gaffe)

Calder: "What does resonate mean?"

Me: "Well, it means to...um...remind me of something, to kind of, um, stick with me and be meaningful."

Calder: "Huh?"

Me: "Well, I think it's one of those words that only grown-ups use and that are hard for mommy to explain to you."

Calder: "Oh! You mean like Fuck."

My Life is My Own

I've made all the payments
It's time to go home.

You see that person* right there, looking at their computer screen?

Sometimes I just want to punch them in the nose.

But thanks to happy people like you, I get over it.

*perhaps you (and you know who you are) should get over it too. MOVE ON.

(once again, my apologies for taking my personal business out here on this, MY website, but some folks is just too stoopid to get the hint.)

The Annual Lobster Feed

Disclaimer: The photographer had nothing to do with the actual demise of these creatures. The Dinghy Captain is the lobster killer.

New image for business card

Doesn't it just make you want to go out and buy Superior Preference Blonde Blonde Blonde?

(because we're worth it)

Opinions? Does this make you want to call me and give me money?

There but for the grace…

I can't sleep. Calder has been coughing, tossing and turning with fever. He'll be fine, I'm sure, in the morning, but for now the two of us are needing sleep and comfort.

Or so I thought.

The Girl in the Window

We don't even know what need is.

I can't even begin to comprehend, let alone comment, on the first part of this. But I say to Diane, Bernie, and William that your strength and commitment is more inspiring than anything I have ever witnessed. I am awed.

Dani is blessed.

**

Now go hug your babies.