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Musical Discoveries

  • Jan. 24th, 2010 at 12:53 AM

Today has just been the most amazing day. I didn't set out for it to be that way, I wasn't expecting it, nothing majorly special occurred. It just happened - which is probably why it was so exciting. I knew I had to finish cleaning the house today and hit the grocery store. I woke up at 10am, which is later than I wanted to, but it's the time my body wakes up when an alarm clock doesn't tell it otherwise. I keep waiting for that to change, but it hasn't. I decided to exercise first and get the blood flowing, that was probably the first good decision of the day. After that I sat with my coffee and wasted time on the computer. I shouldn't say 'wasted time', the computer catch-up with the outside world is really the modern day equivalent of sitting around reading the newspaper on a weekend morning. When I had my fill I set about to the task of cleaning.

Of course, I had to have a soundtrack to my labor and I chose Brendan Benson's "My Old Familiar Friend". That cd is definitely on my top 5 or 10 of the year, if I ever get around to writing that blog. I listened to it a total of 2 1/2 times, and that is only because upon dusting my computer keyboard I somehow hit a key that turned the mute on for my computer speakers. I couldn't have done that if I tried, and it took me a bit to figure out that's just what I did. Definitely the snafu of the day, considering I usually break something every time I clean, it was only a mild disturbance. This record took on a whole new meaning for me today. I'm not sure if I felt empowered by it, or because of my existing feeling of empowerment, it resonated with me stronger than ever before.

The cd starts out with these lyrics:

"Take a seat cause there's something I wanna say
Take it easy, don't take it the wrong way

I feel a whole lot better when you're not around
I feel a whole lot better when you're not around

In and out of love, in and out of love"

and ends with these:

"You won't have to borrow
and you won't have to beg
Not likely to follow
Not so easily led

And there's nothing really I can do
and there's nothing really I could say
you do what you want to do
you don't see it any other way, any other way
you don't care what other people say"

and runs the gamut in-between, all infused with infectious pop hooks. I love this cd. As i tweeted, I was having an epiphanous day.

After the cleaning was done, I decided to take a bath. The soundtrack to my bath was David Berkeley. I had first heard his music earlier in the week, when I received an email from the PSALM salon announcing upcoming shows. For some reason, I clicked on the link in the email and was happily surprised. I streamed the music from his myspace page and it was the perfect length for a meditation bath salts and nag champa soap bath. If I was feeling good before the bath, I was feeling amazing afterwards and knew I would go see the PSALM show tonight.

I always feel kind of uncomfortable going out solo, but I wasn't about to let that hold me back.
The musical discovery title of this blog is all about David Berkeley. As I found out tonight, the man's got quite the repertoire and the following. For many of his songs tonight, he took requests from the audience. The audience in this case, was about 50 people, so that's saying something!

PSALM bills itself as Philly's most intimate venue, which it is. It's in a house. The merch table is the kitchen table, along with free wine, food and drink, and homemade Chinese food for $5, which lots of people bought to go. I'll have to remember that for next time, I spent all my spare cash on merch.

I am so, so glad I went to this show tonight. The opener, Jessy Tomsko, is also a promising singer/songwriter. I felt right 'at home' in the venue and was treated to many more songs than I had previously listened to. David told a couple of serenade stories to go along with his songs. I was smiling ear to ear remembering my serenade in the bathtub this afternoon! My favorite song going in was "Fire Sign" and I was so glad when that was suggested by a member of the audience.

should have told me
seemed like an ordinary day
everything seemed to be okay

did it hurt you
these are the scars you never show.
she is a fire sign you know.
one day you're near and then you go

here is a photograph
what do you see
its nothing there but me
oh in the aftermath it hard to breathe
and harder to believe


they deceive you
there was a wall you had to find
the echoes in your mind

you'll surrender
these are the lessons that you learn
no body hears, no one's concerned
one days its clear and then you burn

here is a photograph
what do you see
sorry its just me
oh in the aftermath it hards to breathe
and harder to believe

even just a sound and all your cards are down
even just a sound
let me lie you down, don't have to make a sound
I would lie you down

It surrounds you
sometimes it's easy to believe
sometimes it hurts more then it seems

now it's over
these are the scars you never show
there was a warning sign, you know

one day your near and then you go

one day your near and then you go
one day your near and then you go
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Recap of 2009/ Wishes for 2010

  • Jan. 3rd, 2010 at 8:04 PM

Another year gone, and by the end of this one, I was more than glad to see it go. Of course, it had its many highlights, most notably my previous blog, but there were plenty of low points as well. I'll try and focus on the good stuff.

The year started off splendidly in January with a Facebook High School Reunion. The day and night were so much fun and it was an amazing experience to rekindle some lost friendships and remind myself why others never got old.

February brought perhaps the biggest and most worrisome event of all. Christa was diagnosed with scoliosis, severe enough to require follow-ups and complete uncertainty due to her still growing body. Thanks to my good friend Gina for setting me straight and pointing us in the chiropractic direction. Christa's last x-ray in August resulted in another 'wait and see' diagnosis, but at least I feel I'm doing something for her in the meantime. One of the worst feelings for me is helplessness and I felt that more than once this year.

March brought another huge blow, financially and emotionally. The effects of this carried through the entire year and I'm afraid I'll be feeling them for the next several years.

I spent a weekend in April with my good friend Tricia. We went to see Kings of Leon together, spent hours in a used book store, toured Eastern State Penitentiary (I did that with Tam too, in March) and generally rediscovered our friendship. We had the best time! I felt like I was 17 again, only this time we could get into as much trouble as we wanted!

In June, Tam and I went to the bike race in Manayunk. Long one of my favorite places in Philly, this event was pretty exciting. I hope to do it again. I also bailed on the PJ Harvey concert that night, which unfortunately became a staple for me this year. So many concerts to attend, and I let my travel/weather fears turn me into my mother :(

July is always a family friendly month with our annual July 4th extravaganza at my mom's in Southampton. I should mention that my cousin Dominick moved to the Philadelphia area from Florida in June. It has been great having him around, and having my girls get to know each him. We also spent a week in Ocean City, NJ in July.



August brought 2 major events. (Hmm, now I'm starting to think the year wasn't so bad after all....) Lollapalooza and our first ever Mangine Family reunion. Lollapalooza was a blast, as it always is spending time with my amazing friends. Seeing Tool tour behind absolutely nothing wasn't so bad either. Other band highlights for me were Band of Horses, Passion Pit, Kings of Leon (again) and even Snoop Dogg because the crowd was contagious! I'm sure I'm missing lots of bands here. Making memories with my friends is always the best part - there were the tablecloth ponchos, the red contact lens, Maynard's wine in a high rise condo, sitting round a fire, and of course the Pants! I love Chicago!

Our family reunion was another unforgettable experience. I hope we continue it as an annual tradition. The setting this year was superb, at my cousins' KC and Kristi's farm in upstate New York. I know my girls will never forget that weekend. Let's see, playing "I'm Going on a Picnic" and making s'mores round the fire, getting odd looks at the Farmer's Market for our matching t-shirts, getting rained on after our cookout, Cooperstown and the Baseball Hall of Fame and of course getting in trouble at the hotel!

September started out with Teresa's Sweet 16 party, which I think she really appreciated and enjoyed. The month ended with the aforementioned highlight of the year, my trip to Cleveland and meeting Mark Lanegan.

Edgar Allen Poe dominated my October. First was his funeral in Baltimore and then Haunted Poe at Halloween.

November was quite the concert month for me. I won Mother of the Year award by taking Julia and Christa to see Miley Cyrus (NOT Hannah Montana!). I redeemed myself by seeing The Swell Season and Amanda Palmer.

Who can forget my crazy weekend in NYC in December? As I've said, that was one for the record books, and that's all I'll say, lol. The year also included several day trips to NYC, Christa's tap competitions, a night spent listening to Maya Angelou, a couple of Phillies games, and other excursions, like the National Cathedral in DC. Unfortunately December also included another worrisome, helpless feeling situation. I'm usually one to focus on the positive, however my nature is to want to fix things and set things on the right path again. When I am helpless in this regard, when there is nothing I can do but worry from afar, which doesn't help matters at all, this sets my personal world into a huge tizzy. I'm still recovering from that.

After putting the whole year into perspective, it wasn't half bad, the highs were real high, and the lows were very low. That's life though. I guess I wouldn't want it any other way, because how then would I appreciate what I do have? Having said that, there is always room for more. Hence my 3 wishes for 2010, which I will just list here, rather than elaborate, in order to infuse them with more power:

Health +
Excitement!!
Romance <3

I am more than ready for 2010 and whatever it may bring. One final word: Soundgarden!

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Blogging in my head

  • Mar. 21st, 2009 at 11:32 PM

I added a logo to my blog tonight, B.W.O - Blogging without Obligation. What a refreshing idea. As months go by and I add nothing to my blog, semi-guilty thoughts run through my head. Why did I set up this blog in the first place if I never use it? Then I try to feed the ego with thoughts that I must have a pretty busy, exciting life if I never sit down to blog. Experience with no time to write about it. I wish - most of my experiences lately are driving 3 girls around town. I count the amount of times I am in and out of the house each day. Not such great fodder for blogging.

So I came across BWO from following another link on Kali's blog. I liked the idea so much, it inspired me to blog about it. That's a start anyway. But no, I won't abandon the blog because I never know when I might need it or plain want to use it. Lately, I have most definitely been blogging in my head, mostly during those rides around town. Nothing coherent is left by the time I get home and honestly, the last thing I want to do is sit at the computer and type.

Tonight, I'm using it to share the BWO find as well as keeping myself awake until I have to pick up Teresa from the high school. Tonight was the last performance of Hello Dolly and the cast and crew are staying late to clean up, then I have to run her to the cast party, which thankfully is a sleepover.

Damn, I'm exciting!
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Food for Thought

  • Jan. 24th, 2009 at 9:06 PM

"Every act of perception is to some degree an act of creation, and every act of memory is to some degree an act of imagination." ~Gerald M. Edelman

I read this today in a scientific context, but as soon as I read it, my mind went everywhere. I think experiences help to create our perceptions, just as our perceptions serve to feed our memories. It can be a vicious (or virtuous) cycle, but neither is ever a pure, unbiased act of thought. It'd be nice if we could train ourselves to perceive free from previous experience and judgments, and remember things in their true light. But alas, self preservation precludes us from that.

I'm going to ponder on this for a bit...
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“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree” Emily Bronte



“Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.” Faith Baldwin


“A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.” E E Cummings


Every year in November, I spend some time in Valley Forge park at my self- proclaimed 'freedom tree' with the obelisk at my back, journaling. This year, it was earlier than usual and I was able to capture some color on the trees. I love this time of year, even with the knowledge of winter ahead, its beautiful to see nature slow down and shed its skin in preparation for the big sleep and ultimate rejuvenation.
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Get Off My Lawn!

  • Oct. 8th, 2008 at 9:10 PM

It's garbage night. I'm running around the house making sure I have all the recyclables and anything I need to throw out. As it is, the living room is chock full of shopping bags full of old clothing and toys I'm waiting to give away, as well as tubs and boxes of fall decorations I'm in the middle of putting out - so I'm concentrating extra hard so I can clear out as much off the clutter as possible. Then out of the corner of my eye I see a kid (a big kid) run up my lawn. I jump to the door and start yelling as I see a big limb of my ever shrinking (I don't know what it is but it's pretty) tree laying across the side walk and hanging over the street. Then I yell louder "Yo! Yo! Get back here! You broke my tree!" (yes I'm so couth). Of course at this, the kids who are really young men start running. My own girls are hiding just in case it gets out that they live here and it's their mom who is the crazy woman.



I am so aggravated. I can't remove the limb myself, and if I could I'd be afraid I'd damage the tree further. Last spring, I had a dead limb cut off and I was so proud of the red leaves that bloomed after. It looked the best it had in a long time. And now, this. Plus, I can't leave the limb hanging like that for long so I'm in a quandary. Not to mention I'm gonna have to pay someone to remove it.



Freaking brats! This just reinforces the idea that I need to move. I keep shelling out money for the upkeep of the outside of the house (not beautifying mind you, just basic maintenance) every year, and ignoring the inside except when absolutely necessary, like clogged drains and animal traps. There'd be so much less outside work if I were in a townhome. Granted, I love planting flowers, I love the snow on the holly trees, I love the idea of a garden - but if I haven't done that in 15 years I doubt I will anytime soon. And now, with things the way they are, I won't make my move anytime soon.

The next morning I notice that the branch was conveniently bent back onto my lawn instead of over the sidewalk, however still attached to the tree. I appreciate whoever did that, that act bought me some time. Today while I was out, the lawn guys came to cut my lawn. They broke off the branch and moved it to a corner of my driveway. Again, more appreciation. I dragged the branch into the backyard to await the next bulk pickup and now all that's left is to find someone with a saw so I can attempt to shave off what's left of the branch and even it out. So after all my internal complaining, things did work out.

I know the kids were being just that, so I can summon up a modicum of understanding and forgiveness, however glad I am that they ran scared, because hopefully they'll think twice before playing around on someone else's tree. I can even forgive myself for becoming the old lady I despised as a kid.

Keep breathing :)
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Summer's End

  • Sep. 17th, 2008 at 6:56 PM

I'm getting this in just under the wire. Since this was one of the busiest summers I can remember, I wanted to take a moment and try to sum it up for myself (reflect, ponder - it's one of my favorite pastimes).

It began in June with my trip to Orcas Island, which I meant to blog about at some length but never got around to. Suffice it to say that this island affects me like no other place and I came away, once again, with a different outlook and slightly changed. It still amazes me that such a place with unaltered natural beauty exists on this planet, never mind in our own country. It is a truly magical island, as soon as I step foot ashore, I feel IT. I had the time to really delve within and explore and came away with some new realizations - which I'm sure played a part in the progression of my life since then.

 



Chrys and I took a mid-week trip on the ferry to Vancouver Island and bussed it to Victoria. I've now crossed the border by boat, plane, bus and automobile. I think I've got it covered. Besides the fact that I was freezing, we had a wonderful adventure. We had no plans, just hopped the ferry and decided to wing it for the next 24 hours. It was a blast!



Up next was the July 4th annual weekend on Long Island. It was cold and rainy this year, so I never went in the pool. But that didn't stop the Scrabble!

I blogged about Lollapalooza in depth below, but before that was my daughter's Consortium Art Show. This is the real reason for this blog, it gives me an excuse to post her artwork.








This last one is part of the "Dark Collaboration" between my daughter and her friend. What I loved best about this is that outside the character descriptions which were on a huge piece of posterboard, there exists commentaries about the characters. In the original pic, you can easily read the commentary, but I will post it here:

"Goths can be patriotic too???"
"Marilyn Manson and Ziggy Stardust got drunk one day."
"He deserves to be drawn wearing a dirndl. It'd suit him."
"Now I feel like drawing him in a dress just to see how it'd look."
"Do it then! hahaha"




Ok, maybe that's a little too much insight into my teenager's mind.....

The summer wound up with a great, relaxing trip to Ocean City, NJ immediately followed by back to school and a big family wedding. Of course there were countless interesting moments in between. Now when I should be fretting about the onslaught of schoolwork and related events, I'm content to be back in my routine and not living out of a suitcase.
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The New Classics: Books

  • Aug. 30th, 2008 at 10:14 PM

This is my long awaited (for me, anyway) follow up to The Big Read. EW composed a list of the 50 books they considered new classics, so this list is much more current than The Big Read. I wonder if more people have read these since their publication dates extend into the current century. Lots more of these are recognizable as movies. I've put comments next to the titles for the ones I've read or have something to say about.

The New Classics: Books

1. The Road , Cormac McCarthy (2006)
A father and son trudge across an ashen American landscape in the wake of some unnamed apocalypse, fighting off sexually predatory bandits, scavenging for food, uncovering charnel-house horrors, then moving on, constantly moving on, toward some mirage of a better future. We don't need writers of Cormac McCarthy's caliber to inform us of looming planetary catastrophes; we can read the newspaper for that. We need McCarthy to imagine the fate of the human soul if the worst really does come to pass; what he depicts in The Road is strange, awful, tender, and, in the end, surprising.

2. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, J.K. Rowling (2000)
The first three Harry Potter novels were pure kid stuff until, unexpectedly, Rowling went epic and dark —killing children, resurrecting evil, and sending Harry to war.

3. Beloved, Toni Morrison (1987)
''Beloved'' is a slaughtered baby, a belligerent ghost, a single word carved on a headstone, and hands down the greatest novel ever written about American slavery.

4. The Liars’ Club, Mary Karr (1995) [read this in a book club and liked it, the author also wrote a memoir of her druggie years, guess her crazy childhood panned out]
Mother was much married and ''Nervous.'' Daddy liked to drink. Their home in Leechfield, Tex., was definitely ''Not Right.'' The dysfunctional childhood is now a staple of memoirs, but no one has handled the material with more artistry and wit.

5. American Pastoral, Philip Roth (1997)
After crazy Portnoy, priapic Sabbath, and manic early Zuckerman, Roth launched a resplendent new chapter of his career with this mature elegy for bourgeois mid-20th-century values, for middle-class industrial Newark, for all the lost promise of the handsome, dreamy Swede. Bonus: It teaches you how to make gloves.

6. Mystic River, Dennis Lehane (2001)
A young girl is murdered; a father seeks revenge; a grimy multigenerational urban tragedy unfolds. Clint Eastwood's film is marvelous, but Lehane's brooding novel is even richer.

7. Maus, Art Spiegelman (1986/1991) [read parts of this cause it was assigned reading in my kid's 8th grade English class, graphic novel so it gets major points]
In Spiegelman's two-part retelling of his Polish- born father's experience in the Holocaust, the Jews are mice; the Germans, cats; the Americans, dogs. This harrowing masterpiece paved the way for a generation of graphic memoirists.

8. Selected Stories, Alice Munro (1996)
For 40 years, Munro has steadily churned out stunning short stories that read like compressed novels, conveying the sweep of a lifetime in a paragraph.

9. Cold Mountain, Charles Frazier (1997) [read this years ago and fumbled my way through it, i found it long and boring, but have yet to see the movie]
A walking tour of the lunacy of war, the power of memory, and the souls of men.

10. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, Haruki Murakami (1997)
Murakami is a sly novelist for whom good and evil, fate and free will, and past and present are strange bedfellows. Here, Toru Okada's cat disappears — and sets in motion a mystery so surreal it would weird out David Lynch.

11. Into Thin Air, Jon Krakauer (1997)
On May 10, 1996, Krakauer scaled Mount Everest. Eight other climbers lost their lives that day. Less than one year later, the guilt-ridden author released his searingly honest account, one of the best adventure books ever.

12. Blindness, José Saramago (1998) [I've read Saramago's The Double and loved it!]
An unforgettable fable about a city in the grip of a blindness epidemic. The good news: It's riveting. The bad news: This portrait of how mankind responds to desperate circumstances…well, it ain't togetherness.

13. Watchmen, Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons (1986–87) [Watchmen! Need I say more?]
The greatest superhero story ever told and proof that comics are capable of smart, emotionally resonant narratives worthy of the label literature.

14. Black Water, Joyce Carol Oates (1992)
In just 154 pages, Oates delivers a knockout punch of a novel inspired by Chappaquiddick, the archetypal story of an idealistic woman done in by the carelessness of a powerful man.

15. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Dave Eggers (2000)
The magazines, the literacy centers, the philanthropic efforts for Sudanese refugees: The whole McSweeney's phenomenon started with Eggers' mischievous, affecting memoir about raising his kid brother at age 21 after the sudden death of both their parents.

16. The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood (1986) [One of the most influential books I've read, this was on The Big Read's list too, as it should be]
After 1984 came and went without ado, we needed a new futuristic dystopia to haunt our sleep. Atwood obliged, dreaming up the Republic of Gilead, a grim theocracy where women are valued solely for their ability to bear children.

17. Love in the Time of Cholera, Gabriel García Márquez (1988)
Nobelist García Márquez's luxuriant work of magical realism, about star-crossed lovers in an unnamed Caribbean nation, has rightly become a classic.

18. Rabbit at Rest, John Updike (1990)
Popping roasted peanuts and still unable to resist a pretty woman (even one married to his own son), Rabbit drifts to his death — as baffled and rudderless as when he debuted in 1960. A majestic finale to Updike’s quartet.

19. On Beauty, Zadie Smith (2005)
A rich, old-fashioned novel about contemporary cultural politics, this plummy saga about a mixed- race family in New England is the third — and finest — book by the prodigiously gifted British author.

20. Bridget Jones’s Diary, Helen Fielding (1998)
We love this ditzy Brit diarist for her pratfalls, endearing bad habits, and dead-on characterizations of Singletons and Smug Marrieds (v.v.g.!).

21. On Writing, Stephen King (2000)
When he wasn't cranking out pop classics like The Shining and Carrie, King was battling alcoholism and the effects of a debilitating 1999 car accident. He recounts both his good times and bad in this memoir, which boasts his tautest writing — and some of the soundest advice to writers set to paper.

22. The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, Junot Díaz (2007)
Díaz creates his own language — a vigorous high-low street Spanglish — to write about Oscar, the tubby sci-fi geek hero from a Dominican immigrant family.

23. The Ghost Road, Pat Barker (1996)
In the final, gripping book of her WWI trilogy — possibly the best books written about those dreadful years — Barker brings back Billy Prior, sent again to the trenches in France after recovering from shell shock.

24. Lonesome Dove, Larry McMurtry (1985)
The heart sinks at page 50 of this loamy novel about genial cowpoke Gus, good-natured whore Lorena, cruel Blue Duck, and a very long cattle drive. Not because there are 800 pages left, but because there are only 800 pages left.

25. The Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan (1989) [read this years ago as well, and yeah, it deserves to be on a list]
Four elderly Chinese women with iron wills forged in the old country act out family dramas with their American-born daughters in ways that resonate for anyone with a mother.

26. Neuromancer, William Gibson (1984) [I just read this recently and am beyond ecstatic that its listed here]
This sci-fi novel brought the hacker ethos, artificial reality, and cyberspace to the mainstream — and boldly anticipated the wired way we live today.

27. Possession, A.S. Byatt (1990) [I always think no one is even aware of this book, but here it is on two lists and it deserves to be]
This fat prize- winning novel is impossible to classify — a ribald academic comedy, a love story, a cerebral literary mystery, a voluptuous page-turner.

28. Naked, David Sedaris (1997)
Last year, The New Republic accused Sedaris of ''flubberizing the truth for comic effect.'' Well, duh. Anyone who fell off their Barcalounger laughing at ''Dinah the Christmas Whore'' already knew that — and didn't care.

29. Bel Canto, Anne Patchett (2001) [I've read this but don't remember being affected much]
A South American embassy throws a birthday bash for a Japanese electronics mogul. A famed opera singer is on the guest list. The terrorists who swarm in through the air-conditioning vents are not. The diva's performance works miracles even with the terrorists, but it's Patchett who really sings.

30. Case Histories, Kate Atkinson (2004)
A case study in ingenious genre- bending, this sublime character- driven mystery includes troubled sisters, sex crimes, and a Cambridge-based PI.

31. The Things They Carried, Tim O'Brien (1990)
James Frey could have learned from O'Brien, who openly marries fiction with autobiographical fact in his inspired stab at deeper truths about the Vietnam War.

32. Parting the Waters, Taylor Branch (1988)
The first installment of a richly detailed three-volume history of Martin Luther King Jr. and the civil rights movement.

33. The Year of Magical Thinking, Joan Didion (2005)
In a single year, Didion lost her husband and watched her only daughter battle a grave illness (to which she would eventually succumb). Here, she diagrams her soul- crushing pain with characteristically cool precision.

34. The Lovely Bones, Alice Sebold (2002) [oh yes, LOVE this book, should be required reading]
A dead teen named Susie Salmon (''I was fourteen when I was murdered on December 6, 1973'') narrates Sebold's supple and unnerving first novel.

35. The Line of Beauty, Alan Hollinghurst (2004)
This glorious social novel is set in Thatcher’s Britain, when AIDS was just starting to spoil all the freewheeling fun.

36. Angela’s Ashes, Frank McCourt (1996) [damn,this list is good!]
''When I look back on my childhood, I wonder how I survived it all.'' After reading your ravishing memoir, Frank, so do we.

37. Persepolis, Marjane Satrapi (2003) [3rd graphic novel, not that I'm counting or anything...]
Another sign that comics have matured: this wry illustrated memoir about growing up in Iran during the violent upheavals of the 1970s and '80s.

38. Birds of America, Lorrie Moore (1998)
The standout in Moore's brilliant collection: ''People Like That Are the Only People Here,'' a briskly tragic tale about a mother and her gravely ill child.

39. Interpreter of Maladies, Jhumpa Lahiri (2000)
We've now been spoiled by two more books from Lahiri, but neither surpasses her luminous debut.

40. His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman (1995–2000)
Pullman's acclaimed fantasy trilogy is a grand, intellectually daring adventure through the cosmos.

41. The House on Mango Street, Sandra Cisneros (1984)
In delicate vignettes, Cisneros depicts a girl growing up poor with six siblings in '80s Chicago.

42. LaBrava, Elmore Leonard (1983)
Why LaBrava and not Get Shorty? Or Killshot? Good question — they're all terrific. But we like LaBrava for its almost- smart-enough hero, the louche Miami Beach setting, and the saucy love interest.

43. Borrowed Time, Paul Monette (1988)
The late Monette's pain-drenched memoir about the death of his partner, Roger Horwitz, is a timeless reminder of a time when AIDS was untreatable

44. Praying for Sheetrock, Melissa Fay Greene (1991)
A Faulknerian nonfiction portrait of the racial complexities of the South, focusing on one Georgia county in the 1970s and '80s.

45. Eva Luna, Isabel Allende (1988)
A beautiful servant with a magical gift for storytelling, Eva enjoys ever more enchanted journeys until she meets the man of her destiny.

46. Sandman, Neil Gaiman (1988–1996) [OMG, can I love this list any more?]
Channeling Tolkien and superhero innovator Jack Kirby, Gaiman creates a romantic, tragic dream king who straddles mythology and imagination, battling Lucifer and serving as muse to Shakespeare. A classic work of fantasy lit in comics form.

47. World’s Fair, E.L. Doctorow (1985)
In this autobiographical novel, 1930s New York City comes vividly to life through the eyes of a 9-year-old Bronx boy.

48. The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver (1998)
An epic about a zealous missionary who drags his wife and daughters to the Belgian Congo in 1959 — and to a hell largely of his own making.

49. Clockers, Richard Price (1992)
This compassionate, tough-minded novel about a young black drug dealer anticipated HBO’s The Wire.

50. The Corrections, Jonathan Franzen (2001)
Before the kerfuffle with Oprah: his splendid, talky family saga. —Jennifer Reese, Jeff Jensen, Tina Jordan, and Kate Ward

Whew, I'm exhausted due to my excited reactions to seeing so many of my faves on this list. I added several books to The Big Read, but I don't feel that's so necessary here (with the exception of The Kite Runner). Neil Gaiman and Alan Moore are both represented. I am definitely more familiar with the books that I haven't read here, as opposed to the other list, and several are on my to do list. There are some duplicates as well. So the accountant in me did the percentages. I've read 18% of this list as opposed to 32% of The Big Read. I wonder what that says about me....

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Lollapalooza 2008

  • Aug. 9th, 2008 at 7:32 PM

This past weekend was the eagerly awaited concert event of the year for me. Having been a traveling Lolla veteran of 1992 and 2003 (which I had completely forgotten), this was my first time at Lolla's one-time Chicago destination. I have to admit the Gotham City location added to my excitement.



My plane was delayed out of Philly due to bad storms in Chi-town but all that was forgotten when upon arriving at the airport, Sergio greets me with the amazing news that we get to see The Gutter Twins at a Lolla after party sponsored by Spin Magazine. Once over my disbelief, I couldn't believe my luck! I was going to see The Gutter Twins at a club in Chicago, after a day in the park and for free! I'm exhausted just thinking about how exciting that was.

Ok, so Day 1 started with getting oriented to the CTA (Blue Line!) and the layout of the festival in Grant Park. My music consisted of The Black Keys (rock!), a little bit of Cat Power, The Raconteurs (major rock - I was blown away) and ended with none other than Radiohead!! This was my first time seeing Radiohead and they did not disappoint. Of course the field was huge and I was way in the back but the light show and set list were great, and it was supplemented by fireworks over Lake Michigan, not that the show needed any more atmosphere. Wow. But the night was young.....

The crowds on the streets were insane after the show. All 3 days sold out, so that's 75,000 people let loose in Chicago each night. After wandering around a bit, we found a cab and made our way to Reggie's for the after show. Our names were on the list! Does it Offend You, Yeah? were supposed to do a DJ set but somehow lost their equipment and made do with a CD player. Spin even had free drinks, but they weren't really drinkable. By the time the Gutter Twins took the stage, the club was packed. My second wind had taken hold. Dulli seemed to be in a good mood and the band was real tight. They played several new songs that I'm hoping will be on the forthcoming EP: Feathers, Flow Like a River, and Change Has Come. Mark's voice was intense, I wish I could remember which song it was but at one point, he blew me away more than usual. At the end of the set, I snagged the set list. Yay! After a long ass train ride, we arrived back at our hotel and completely crashed.

Day 2 - I woke with a start. Oh shit, gotta get ready and go see the Gutter Twins again! Sergio and I barely made it to the park for the GT's 2:30 show. I was running across the field when I heard the music start. Why does nothing excite me so much as music? I was talking to a guy at the airport and he referred to his musical obsession as his 'problem'. I'd prefer to call it a 'passion', but really at this point, shouldn't I engage in a more philanthropic pastime? Even in the midst of all this excitement, I can't help the inane pondering.



After the Gutter Twins set we made our way over to Perry's, a dj tent, but we had just received a text that Slash was going to make a special appearance during Perry Farrell's set. After waiting forever, Slash finally showed up but never played a lick because something was wrong with the sound equipment. Apparently Slash and Perry won the kids over on Sunday at Kidzapalooza. After much texting and phone calls, we finally met up with my friend Justin with a chance walk by. He took us over to see Explosions in the Sky, which are a progressive instrumental band that now qualify as the biggest find of the festival for me.


Ok, here's where it starts to get a little hazy, but still totally fun. We hung out at green street for a bit, did some shopping and catching up with Erin. Next up was the Toadies but not before a stop at the bar for some beer and wine. I was feeling no pain. When the Toadies launched into Possum Kingdom, it was all over for me. For years I've said that song was at the top of my 'to do' list, and though its not checked off yet, to hear it live and at Lollapalooza was definitely the next best thing. From there it was directly to Rage. Now I've seen Rage at Coachella 2007 and as insane as that was, Lolla was more so. Zack stopped the show 3 times pleading with the crowd to take steps back and take care of each other. Luckily my altered state of mind provided me with a no-fear mindset. But Sergio and I did bow out of the crowd early - the porta potties were calling my name. (I've finally figured out a way to overcome the gag factor.) Making our way out of the crowd was no easy feat though. The after Rage wind down consisted of a long, fast walk to Navy Pier and tons of grub. Then another long ass walk and long ass train ride before crashing could be commenced.


Day 3 - We decided to take it a little easier today being Day 2 was chock full of constant action and no rest. From a nice spot on a tree covered slope, I took in the Jon Butler Trio and Iron and Wine. From there it was an attempt at Saul Williams, via the Flogging Molly crowd. We eventually settled at Blues Traveler, for a traditional, rocking show. Gnarls Barkley were next and I finally redeemed myself after being lame and tired and missing their set at Coachella 06.
Gnarls were another highlight for me. Surprisingly, they covered Radiohead! Then it was another trek through a tight crowd partying at Girl Talk on the way over to NIN. Trent is calling this tour "Lights in the Sky over North America 2008". And it lived up to its name. I've seen NIN a few times and this was the best. The music, the lights, the sound, the Chicago skyline framing the stage - a perfect way to end the festival. Trent even got a little nostalgic about the first Lollapalooza and all the years that have passed - and then he went right into Hurt - brought me to tears.

Yet again, the night was still young. After resting on the lawn at Millenium Park, we stopped at the fountain to see what all the hooting and hollering was about. People were having tons of fun. The night finally ended after a feast at Miller's and the last long train ride back to the hotel. I had an amazing time. Can't wait till next year!





























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Tales of A Neurotic Woman

  • Jul. 28th, 2008 at 8:05 PM

My girls went on vacation with their dad, as they always do, twice each summer. This time he took them to Montreal. There was a huge ruckus on Saturday as my innocent children couldn't get past the border without their birth certificates.  I must have received a dozen phone calls. I was out of town as well so it was hours later when I was finally able to fax over their birth certificates and they were able to enter Canada. (I'll refrain from making smart comments about my ex's wisdom in all this, not to mention the fact that my kid's were not the only ones without proper identification - ok so I tried to refrain). This was all resolved about 8pm on Saturday.  It is now past noon on Monday and I have not heard from them since. I've called 5 cell phone numbers and left messages numerous times. I cannot call the hotel since I don't know where they are staying. My mind is reeling with thoughts of well-executed abductions including birth certificates willingly provided by the custodial parent.

Update: I've since heard from them and it seems they are in the only place in North America with no cell phone reception.  I'm trying to figure out why I immediately went to the worst place possible.  I did this a couple of weeks ago too, when a phone call at the end of a 5 minute walk never came.  I usually assume the best unless I have a reason to otherwise. Maybe it's cause they're on the tail end of growing up and my influence is waning.  This deep seated fear I never had before has suddenly reared its ugly head.  I don't like it and I don't like the feeling.

There's another feeling I've had lately that I don't like. It's reminiscent of a deep, dark place I used to dwell in full of emotional intensity and addictive roller coasters rides. I used to revel in dwelling there, like there was no truth beyond it, no better place from which to view reality. Anything else was an illusion.  I thrived on it, and it did me some good then. It was a place I needed to go to survive, at a time in my life that welcomed it.  Even when I no longer required it, a piece of me remained, inextricably tied there.   Finally and cautiously I moved beyond it. I haven't fully examined what it means to live where I now reside, joy is still sometimes elusive and love even more so, but I am happy to be here. These old feelings have awakened in me a desire to move further away from them, to continue to search out experiences of joy and light, and love. I've had an odd wish today to drink a glass of wine and dance, just dance as if dancing will set me free.

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