NOW THEY'RE PLAYING LINUS & LUCY - OTHERWISE KNOWN AS THE PEANUTS THEME SONG!!!!!!
What a great day for music! How can one not smile with this stuff??
Oh Peanuts. Have I ever mentioned Charlie Brown is my personal hero? Cause he is.
Monday, December 17, 2007
ladies & gentlemen, rabbi vole on the bass!
Oh the Joy that is They Might Be Giants!!!
Here I sit, at a desk in a small office with people spying on my every move to ensure I'm not trying to "undermine" them, listening to same radio station as I do every day because the woman in our office is "distracted" if we play anything else, and what comes over the airwaves? Dr. Worm by They Might Be Giants! One of the most absurd, nonsensical, delightful pieces of brilliance ever to be sung by those wonderful dorks!
As soon as I heard the giddy fanfare that begins the song I couldn't help but break into a huge smile – because I love the song, but also because I could only imagine what was going through the heads of the others in the office. I won't even try to speculate. I'll just enjoy it. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Dr. Worm
They Might Be Giants
They call me Dr. Worm.
Good morning, how are you? I'm Dr. Worm.
I'm interested in things.
I'm not a real doctor,
But I am a real worm;
I am an actual worm.
I live like a worm.
I like to play the drums.
I think I'm getting good,
but I can handle criticism.
I'll show you what I know,
and you can tell me if you think I'm getting better on the drums.
I'll leave the front un-locked cause I can't
hear the doorbell.
When I get into it I can't tell if you are
watching me twirling the stick.
When I give the signal, my friend
Rabbi Vole will play the solo.
**Awesome Bass Solo!**
Some day somebody else besides me will
call me by my stage name, they will
call me Dr. Worm.
Good morning, how are you? I'm Dr. Worm.
I'm interested in things.
I'm not a real doctor,
but I am a real worm;
I am an actual worm.
I live like a worm.
I like to play the drums.
I think I'm getting good,
but I can handle criticism.
I'll show you what I know,
and you can tell me if you think I'm getting better on the drums.
I'm not a real doctor,
but they call me Dr. Worm.
Sigh. I definitely need more people around me who enjoy such silliness in life.
Here I sit, at a desk in a small office with people spying on my every move to ensure I'm not trying to "undermine" them, listening to same radio station as I do every day because the woman in our office is "distracted" if we play anything else, and what comes over the airwaves? Dr. Worm by They Might Be Giants! One of the most absurd, nonsensical, delightful pieces of brilliance ever to be sung by those wonderful dorks!
As soon as I heard the giddy fanfare that begins the song I couldn't help but break into a huge smile – because I love the song, but also because I could only imagine what was going through the heads of the others in the office. I won't even try to speculate. I'll just enjoy it. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Dr. Worm
They Might Be Giants
They call me Dr. Worm.
Good morning, how are you? I'm Dr. Worm.
I'm interested in things.
I'm not a real doctor,
But I am a real worm;
I am an actual worm.
I live like a worm.
I like to play the drums.
I think I'm getting good,
but I can handle criticism.
I'll show you what I know,
and you can tell me if you think I'm getting better on the drums.
I'll leave the front un-locked cause I can't
hear the doorbell.
When I get into it I can't tell if you are
watching me twirling the stick.
When I give the signal, my friend
Rabbi Vole will play the solo.
**Awesome Bass Solo!**
Some day somebody else besides me will
call me by my stage name, they will
call me Dr. Worm.
Good morning, how are you? I'm Dr. Worm.
I'm interested in things.
I'm not a real doctor,
but I am a real worm;
I am an actual worm.
I live like a worm.
I like to play the drums.
I think I'm getting good,
but I can handle criticism.
I'll show you what I know,
and you can tell me if you think I'm getting better on the drums.
I'm not a real doctor,
but they call me Dr. Worm.
Sigh. I definitely need more people around me who enjoy such silliness in life.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
wine after a run is good for you, i swear
I REMEMBERED!!!
I brought up all that silliness because work is finally beginning to become completely ridiculous, and I wanted to explain why that's ok! Seriously though, work is becoming truly ridiculous. Tax fraud here, boss having my staff pick up stamps for his wife's Christmas cards there, then getting completely betrayed by the one person I thought was supporting me, which of course led to the boss calling me 7 times before I got to my phone to call him back, only to have him once again insult, belittle, and threaten me. All while claiming he's completely clean. Yeah. Honest people do that. Really.
But enough of that. I remembered while on my fanTAStic run! Hot damn I love running when it's like this! Total blizzard, horizontal snow, high winds, not a single person out ... except me. :) I'll admit, running through 4 inches of snow on top of solid ice isn't easy, and I was hurtin', but it's always oh so worth it! Then I came back (looking like a snowman since all the snow stuck to all of me), stretched for awhile (I can touch the tip of my right toe for the first time in my life!!!!), mapped my run out at mapmyrun.com while icing my knees, and now I'm raving. RAVING!
But I'm quickly mellowing out. I've opened a brand spankin new bottle of wine, I'm feelin pretty good, and I'm highly considering curling up under a blanket on the front porch, putting some mellow music on, and getting friendly with that hookah while cuddling with a pillow. Is my life sad? I'm gonna go ahead and say no
I brought up all that silliness because work is finally beginning to become completely ridiculous, and I wanted to explain why that's ok! Seriously though, work is becoming truly ridiculous. Tax fraud here, boss having my staff pick up stamps for his wife's Christmas cards there, then getting completely betrayed by the one person I thought was supporting me, which of course led to the boss calling me 7 times before I got to my phone to call him back, only to have him once again insult, belittle, and threaten me. All while claiming he's completely clean. Yeah. Honest people do that. Really.
But enough of that. I remembered while on my fanTAStic run! Hot damn I love running when it's like this! Total blizzard, horizontal snow, high winds, not a single person out ... except me. :) I'll admit, running through 4 inches of snow on top of solid ice isn't easy, and I was hurtin', but it's always oh so worth it! Then I came back (looking like a snowman since all the snow stuck to all of me), stretched for awhile (I can touch the tip of my right toe for the first time in my life!!!!), mapped my run out at mapmyrun.com while icing my knees, and now I'm raving. RAVING!
But I'm quickly mellowing out. I've opened a brand spankin new bottle of wine, I'm feelin pretty good, and I'm highly considering curling up under a blanket on the front porch, putting some mellow music on, and getting friendly with that hookah while cuddling with a pillow. Is my life sad? I'm gonna go ahead and say no
gotta remember to take those meds...
I'm not religious. I grew up religious - Episcopalian - and I feel fortunate for it as it contributed to the person I am now (what didn't?), but that affiliation ended long ago for reasons beside the point of this post, and as I'm attempting to teach myself to focus and remain on-topic in my writing, I'll save those reasons for another time.
So - as I was saying - I'm not religious, but I do believe in god. Or God. Or GOD (spoken forcefully by a baritone through one of those cool Zoom Tube toys, or whatever they were called). I'm gonna go with god, because capitalizing it indicates the name of a specific person or entity (or really any other proper noun, such as a cab company or a lake), and my definition of god - or rather the possibilities of god - is not nearly that precise.
To me, god can and could be any number of things: an all-encompassing presence throughout the known (and unknown) universe, an unnaturally-old-yet-somehow-still-attractive man of Burmese descent with a soothing voice and wispy white beard that contrasts in a very pleasing way with his darker brown skin sitting atop a mountain somewhere in south-central Asia (improbable), a powerful elderly man in endlessly flowing robes with an unlimited supply of lightning bolts and a wicked-bad temper (slightly more probable than the last), or something as small and completely insignificant to every living creature, everywhere - save one: the often vague, confusing, and quite possibly unknowable subconscious functions of our brains. My reason for offering a whole buffet of potential definitions of what god could be rather than what i believe god to be is, I've found, strangely incomprehensible to a lot of people despite being very simple: I don't know. And further, I don't think it's possible for me to know. That being the case, for me to choose one deity over all other potential deities would seem not only needlessly arbitrary, but entirely inconsequential. Maybe when I die I'll discover the truth ... maybe my heart simply will stop beating. Neither outcome affects (or at the very least should affect) the manner in which I live my life or what I do prior to my inevitable demise, so why spend my mental capacity speculating?
Now that I've cleared that up, on to the original intent of this post.
A long long time ago - circa 1994 - I asked god (see above) to give me what I would need to become the kind of person I desired to be, whatever that desire would turn into as I grew older. All I knew at the time was that character would include (among other things) strength - to know what was right, to do what was right, to know what I'd want, and to seek what I'd want. I didn't know how I would get these qualities, but I figured it couldn't hurt to ask.
It hurt to ask.
I came to the realization 6 or 7 years ago that I was getting exactly what I'd asked for. The problem is these qualities I'm seeking are not genetic. They aren't inherited by some and not others. They're acquired through experiences necessitating their use, and their acquisition is no guarantee. Joy. To acquire the strength to know what's right I have to experience a situation where there's wrong. To have the strength to do what's right I have to be the only one in the situation with the desire to fix it (as is my current situation at work). If I'm not then someone else will do it, which teaches me nothing.
The there's the whole bit about knowing and seeking what I want. Learning that bit sucks. It's coming along to be sure, but it still sucks. Especially when it comes to girls. They're crazy. And confusing. And scary. And at the moment there are two on my mind. Often. One lives in Chicago (though she's definitely not from Chicago), and while I'm totally infatuated with her because she's adorable and quirky and fun and nice and cute, I'm pretty sure we wouldn't really work out. Plus I'm pretty sure she's not into me, which at the very least makes things less confusing.
The other is far more complex - in my mind anyway. She does not live in Chicago, which would make it difficult to pursue her had I the guts to do such things. It's complex because I've felt very connected to this girl for a long time, despite not having spent a great deal of time with her. Strange. I have finally worked up the courage to talk to her on occasion though, so bonus there!
When did this become about girls? This wasn't supposed to be about girls. My mind is preoccupied with girls plenty on any given day. What was this about? Damnit. I can't remember anymore. I guess that means it's time to go type this up, stretch, and run 5 miles. If I hurry maybe I can get out there while it's still snowing! I do so love running in inclement weather!
So - as I was saying - I'm not religious, but I do believe in god. Or God. Or GOD (spoken forcefully by a baritone through one of those cool Zoom Tube toys, or whatever they were called). I'm gonna go with god, because capitalizing it indicates the name of a specific person or entity (or really any other proper noun, such as a cab company or a lake), and my definition of god - or rather the possibilities of god - is not nearly that precise.
To me, god can and could be any number of things: an all-encompassing presence throughout the known (and unknown) universe, an unnaturally-old-yet-somehow-still-attractive man of Burmese descent with a soothing voice and wispy white beard that contrasts in a very pleasing way with his darker brown skin sitting atop a mountain somewhere in south-central Asia (improbable), a powerful elderly man in endlessly flowing robes with an unlimited supply of lightning bolts and a wicked-bad temper (slightly more probable than the last), or something as small and completely insignificant to every living creature, everywhere - save one: the often vague, confusing, and quite possibly unknowable subconscious functions of our brains. My reason for offering a whole buffet of potential definitions of what god could be rather than what i believe god to be is, I've found, strangely incomprehensible to a lot of people despite being very simple: I don't know. And further, I don't think it's possible for me to know. That being the case, for me to choose one deity over all other potential deities would seem not only needlessly arbitrary, but entirely inconsequential. Maybe when I die I'll discover the truth ... maybe my heart simply will stop beating. Neither outcome affects (or at the very least should affect) the manner in which I live my life or what I do prior to my inevitable demise, so why spend my mental capacity speculating?
Now that I've cleared that up, on to the original intent of this post.
A long long time ago - circa 1994 - I asked god (see above) to give me what I would need to become the kind of person I desired to be, whatever that desire would turn into as I grew older. All I knew at the time was that character would include (among other things) strength - to know what was right, to do what was right, to know what I'd want, and to seek what I'd want. I didn't know how I would get these qualities, but I figured it couldn't hurt to ask.
It hurt to ask.
I came to the realization 6 or 7 years ago that I was getting exactly what I'd asked for. The problem is these qualities I'm seeking are not genetic. They aren't inherited by some and not others. They're acquired through experiences necessitating their use, and their acquisition is no guarantee. Joy. To acquire the strength to know what's right I have to experience a situation where there's wrong. To have the strength to do what's right I have to be the only one in the situation with the desire to fix it (as is my current situation at work). If I'm not then someone else will do it, which teaches me nothing.
The there's the whole bit about knowing and seeking what I want. Learning that bit sucks. It's coming along to be sure, but it still sucks. Especially when it comes to girls. They're crazy. And confusing. And scary. And at the moment there are two on my mind. Often. One lives in Chicago (though she's definitely not from Chicago), and while I'm totally infatuated with her because she's adorable and quirky and fun and nice and cute, I'm pretty sure we wouldn't really work out. Plus I'm pretty sure she's not into me, which at the very least makes things less confusing.
The other is far more complex - in my mind anyway. She does not live in Chicago, which would make it difficult to pursue her had I the guts to do such things. It's complex because I've felt very connected to this girl for a long time, despite not having spent a great deal of time with her. Strange. I have finally worked up the courage to talk to her on occasion though, so bonus there!
When did this become about girls? This wasn't supposed to be about girls. My mind is preoccupied with girls plenty on any given day. What was this about? Damnit. I can't remember anymore. I guess that means it's time to go type this up, stretch, and run 5 miles. If I hurry maybe I can get out there while it's still snowing! I do so love running in inclement weather!
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