4 posts tagged “songs”
I spent the Entire Day in Training. That's how it felt. From 8:30 to about 4pm, I attended Princples of Leadership. I learned how to motivate. I learned how to include. I learned how to collaborate. I also had to ignore everything else I had to do.
Thanks to the modeling clay they provide as a stress reliever I learned how to sculpt calla lillies and roses. This is useful because I intend to make a Bridal Shower cake soon and wanted to get my technique down. I got many compliments on the output so yay for that.
Speaking of which: the Kilt is going well. It's just the part of it that doesn't engender itself to updates. "I did pleats 14-17 last night", for example, doesn't say much. There are 33 pleats. Expect them to be done in another week or so. It takes about 20 minutes, start to finish, to properly measure, pin, and sew one pleat, because of the tapering. So -- yeah, not exciting in terms of blogsphere, but eminently satisfying. You will be happy to learn that said pleats 14-17 were done to a mix of Disturbed (Land of Confusion), the Flobots (Handlebars, and Rise), New Order (Regret), and Soundgarden (Spoonman, The Day I Tried to Live). I also learned that beeswax is a tricky thing: excellent when used sparingly, annoying (and will knot your thread like dreadlocks in a summertime afro) when you use too much. Also, it takes 20 minutes per pleat when you, I don't know, completely unstitch one because it wasn't good enough (yes, I did. That would be the fourth. But you do this with other things-- quilts, etc. I remember one time I was making a blouse and pretty much tore it apart because I didn't think it was 'finished' enough...)
I am so proud of myself, though. I said no to spending money on something that I wanted, but didn't want enough to give up other things. There was a ticket available for Corteo, the new Seattle Cirque show, and it was the foo-foo VIP cool seats version, and it was, $200. Man, I thought a while about that. $200 is bank, to be sure, but it's Cirque and it would be with GH and one life to live and all that. But I said no, because that $200 is either destined for Vegas or Mexico. TravelGrrl needs her smack. What I really need is to just get off my now narrowing ass and win the lottery. But it doesn't seem to be happening. Ergo, the self-analysis and restraint.
That coughing sound you hear (to the restraint) is some of my dearest friends. Who know me better.
Ok, I'm on day three of this amazing attraction to this song. I'm also getting more and more enamoured of the other songs on this album (Fight with Tools by the Flobots). Go here: and play 'Handlebars'. 'Rise' is good and so is 'Jet Pack' and actually most of it is good. I will be downloading tonight, you can be sure.
Here are the lyrics to Handlebars.
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
Look at me, look at me
hands in the air like it's good to be
ALIVE
and I'm a famous rapper
even when the paths're all crookedy
I can show you how to do-si-do
I can show you how to scratch a record
I can take apart the remote control
And I can almost put it back together
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem
I can tell you about Leif Ericson
I know all the words to "De Colores"
And "I'm Proud to be an American"
Me and my friend saw a platypus
Me and my friend made a comic book
And guess how long it took
I can do anything that I want cuz, look:
I can keep rhythm with no metronome
No metronome
No metronome
I can see your face on the telephone
On the telephone
On the telephone
Look at me
Look at me
Just called to say that it's good to be
ALIVE
In such a small world
All curled up with a book to read
I can raise funds open up a thrift store
I can make a living off a magazine
I can design an engine sixty four
Miles to a gallon of gasoline
I can make new antibiotics
I can make computers survive aquatic conditions
I know how to run a business
And I can make you wanna buy a product
Movers shakers and producers
Me and my friends understand the future
I see the strings that control the systems
I can do anything with no assistance
I can change the nation with a microphone
With a microphone
With a microphone
I can split the atoms of a molecule
Of a molecule
Of a molecule
Look at me
Look at me
Driving and I won't stop
And it feels so good to be
Alive and on top
My reach is global
My tower secure
My cause is noble
My power is pure
I can hand out a million vaccinations
Or let'em all die in exasperation
Have'em all grilled leavin lacerations
Have'em all killed by assassination
I can make anybody go to prison
Just because I don't like'em and
I can do anything with no permission
I have it all under my command
I can guide a missile by satellite
By satellite
By satellite
and I can hit a target through a telescope
Through a telescope
Through a telescope
and I can end the planet in a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handle bars
No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
This weekend I did bootcamp and dog park and par-tay and of course, work. Because that is my life when the SC isn't around. When he is around we remove the par-tay and the bootcamp. He's dog park friendly.
It took me the better part of a week to run a monstrous data set and I finally powered through, staying up until 11pm on a Sunday with a horrible hangover, to get it done in time for Europe's Monday morning. I got an IM message this morning that it doesn't include last year's data. Well, gee, as it took the better part of 7 days to get this year's data, it's not something they would've got anyway. I just know this is going to bite me in the @ss. Fortunately, I'm in non-caring mode right now.
Parts of me are still sore from bootcamp, but it was again a good boot camp. I will be going to the Seattle one on Wednesday and Saturday again. I probably won't do further ones, but I'm content with the ones that I have done/am doing. I managed to get over the hangover overnight (that bad) and am human again today. Despite drinking and eating everything in sight I didn't gain weight this weekend, which is a plus.
I've figured out how this (hangover state) happens though: Anything more than about 8 people and I lose track of what I drink. This is because I'm socializing and talking and drinking mechanically and need to remind myself to *go get water*. I'm not drinking to get drunk, I'm drinking because I'm thirsty and I've been drinking wine and so I'm not thinking it through. Dumb, dumb, dumb. The thing I really dislike is the not knowing how it was interpreted. I have horrible insecurities and they of course come out when everything's said and done and I can't do a thing about it. I'm thinking that in party-like or more-than-8-ppl dinner situations I shall avoid alcohol. (No, there was no table dancing and I didn't get into a fistfight, and I'm sure I'm more embarrassed about it than I should be and I largely suspect making a bigger deal out if it than need be).
Today's song of the day: No Handlebars, by the Flobots.
It started with "Burden in my Hand", and then "The Day I Tried to Live", and eventually in came "Spoonman", "Black Hole Sun" and of course "You Know My Name", which is just about the best Bond song ever.
I'm not feeling particularly angsty -- my bonus got deposited early this morning into my bank and it shows that my boss loves me in spite of what he tells me -- and I'm not as sore, this morning, as I was last night after boot camp.
About that: Brid(al)(esmaids) Bootcamp was fascinating. CC and her sister E and myself and another bridesmaid H made our little aerie, but there were about 8 other gals who were in varying states of fitness (mostly all fit, from what I can tell) and engagement/marriage (one even quipped that she "hoped to get engaged during this session"). E and I agreed that we were not ever getting married again. I privately wondered, as we ran for 8 minutes, how many of these gals would wind up divorced. Hey, the chances are 50%. Of course, CC is not subject to that. McGuyver has seen to that :)
The gal in charge, Coco, is cute and perky and happy and just about as harmless as a coral snake. We jogged, stretched, did situps until we couldn't, did pushups until we couldn't, lunged, hopped, pulled, etc. until just about every square inch below the neck was warm and sore. Then we had to set immediate (1-week) goals and end-of-session (6-week) goals. My goal is to lose 2" off my waist and 1.5" off my hips and 12lbs. We shall see.
GH is coming over tonight for dinner -- courtesy of X changing up the schedule and spending even more time with his son; amazing what happens now that She's gone -- and I get to make Saltimbocca, per request. I haven't seen him in more than a week, if you don't count 5 illicit server-room minutes (I have officially Hello Kitty'd my servers, and that to me is better than flowers or chocolate (Thank you to Alixito for the HK stickers, come back from Austin girl!)) yesterday. But between now and then I need to work, and work out, and grocery shop, and prolly take the pups for a walk so they don't clamber all over GH.
Maybe Chris Cornell can get me home from work today, too. "Show me how to Live" sounds like a good start.
