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That was…. different.

Posted by thoughtful1 on August 7, 2007

I went shopping on Sunday. I was browsing the racks for this and that and happily enjoying the Andrew Sisters type music being played in the store. In fact, I thought it was the Andrew Sisters because the song was one of their standards. And then, it got weird…. The next song started playing, performed by the same musical group. Only it wasn’t a nostalgic WW II era song. No – it was a rendition of Kate Bush’s “Heathcliff.”

I had to stop and listen to it to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. I wasn’t. I can’t say I enjoyed the version – it was just too freaking bizarre.

“Heathcliff” was then followed by a Andrew Sisters type version of “Panic” by The Smiths.

It was very… strange.


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Interesting facts day

Posted by thoughtful1 on July 18, 2007

Here are two blog posts with interesting facts.

The fun post is from Laurie Kendrick: Worthless crap you learn while unemployed

The not-so-fun-and-really-quite-depressing-but-important post is from  Kadnexus: Tests showing how racism affects your body

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Make love, not war!

Posted by thoughtful1 on June 15, 2007

You have got to be frakking kidding me.  Our federal government has been overrun by idiots.  Read here for the latest on making a gay bomb.  Yes, you read that correctly.  Is this the new Manhattan Project?

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Spring has… sprung?!?

Posted by thoughtful1 on April 13, 2007

It is April 13th. I am wearing wool socks and a wool sweater. I am not happy.

Oh, and the down comforter is still on my bed.

Why, you may ask? Because I live in Massachusetts, where it is an unseasonable 46 degrees. Tomorrow it is supposed to warm up to 51 degrees, which is what it should be. But, alas, on Sunday the temps will drop again and we will have several days of wet, chilly rain.

At least we didn’t get the snow they were predicting for today. All the same, feh.

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I feel for this guy…

Posted by thoughtful1 on April 12, 2007

I stumbled across this blog: Hello Kitty Hell

I feel bad for him. His life sounds surreal. And bizarre. And now I’m scared of Hello Kittydom.

I remember the first time I saw a Hello Kitty thing. I had a birthday party sleepover when I was in grade school – I must have been in 2nd or 3rd grade. Someone gave me a variety of girly desk things, like paper, pencils, etc. One of the items was a Hello Kitty eraser. I thought the little cat thing was cute, but I had no idea what the hell it really was. Hello Kitty? What was that? Was it a cartoon? A comic strip? And why is the kitty saying, “Hello?” To my 7 or 8 year-old mind Hello Kitty was just some weird thing that made no sense.

And it still is.

Only I’ve discovered it’s just gotten weirder in the past 30 years.

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Care to deconstruct a typo?

Posted by thoughtful1 on April 8, 2007

The last line of the previous post reads, “And part of that step is letting go of past resentments.”

But that is not what I originally type. Even thought in my head I had the sentence, “And part of that step is letting go of past resentments,” I typed, “And part of that step is letting go for past resentments.”

My fingers, on their own, type “for.” I’ve noticed that I’ve been doing that more often these days. And I think others are as well, if the occasionally mangled e-mail at work is any indication.

What is up with that? Are we just on the computer too much? Or would Freud have something valid to say?

I think our human brains are just being overrun with technology.

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And the church lesson for the day is…?

Posted by thoughtful1 on April 8, 2007

I think God has an ironic sense of humor, and I think He likes to tease me every now and then.

I went to church this morning. I was tempted to sleep in due to being a goob and staying up so late last night, but I didn’t go last week, it’s Easter (not that I’m big into Easter), and I had left over brownies and dolly bars to unload on the coffee hour goodie table.

Blessedly, being UUs, we didn’t have an extra long service. At least I don’t think we did – I didn’t check my watch when it ended, but our current minister is pretty good at ending the service at 11:30. Anyway, in the service we sang two hymns, “Morning Has Broken” and “Joyful Joyful We Adore Thee.”

I love “Joyful Joyful.” It’s one of my favorites, and we don’t sing it very often. However, the joy in singing “Morning Has Broken” was killed in boarding school where we sang it (Hymn #8 in the Episcopal hymnal) ad infinitum, ad nauseaum. I suspect that Hymn #8’s frequent appearances in chapel services was due to some hippy dippy chapel prefect saying, “Dude, let’s sing hymn #8. Cat Stevens sang it… that would sooo cool to sing it in chapel!” So we sang it, and sang it, and sang it some more, until I felt I would be happy to go through the rest of life without ever hearing that song again and be happy. I would even change the radio station if the Cat Stevens version came on. I really grew to hate that song.

But, oh how I loved singing “Joyful Joyful,” especially since for the first few years of boarding school we had a music director who could pull all the stops on the organ. He’d have the organ going full blast, illustrating all the wonder and grandeur and holy gravitas the Anglican musical tradition possesses. It was one of the few things I enjoyed in chapel.

Yet, for some reason, the only times we ever seem to sing “Joyful Joyful” in my little UU church are also the only times we ever seem to sing “Morning Has Broken.” It’s as if in order to enjoy one of my favorite hymns I have to endure one of my least favorite.

And maybe that is what God, the universe, life is trying to tell me. You can’t just have what you enjoy – you have to learn to deal with life’s unpleasantries; accept the good with the bad. Trite, I know. But maybe that is what it is.

Or maybe it is something else. The first time my church sang the dreaded Hymn #8, which is a different number in the UU hymnal, I cringed. I didn’t sing along. I just sighed inwardly and waited for the song to be over. However, since then, over the the three or four years I’ve been attending, my animosity towards the song has waned. This morning I sang along, and I didn’t find it too objectionable. It is still not my first choice of hymns, and I still fail to feel the joy of morning the song is trying to convey. But I did not feel the cringe reflex.

Perhaps enough time has passed since graduating from high school that my negative feelings towards that place have begun to fade. Or maybe I can begin to put them into proper perspective. After all, it really isn’t the song itself that caused me misery. It was whoever picked the song so many times for chapel service. It was my being forced to attend mandatory chapel services done in a religious tradition to which I do not belong. It was my not fitting in, and feeling alienated. And perhaps it is time for me to let go of those teenaged resentments, however valid.

I’m 36 now. It’s been 18 years since graduation. And while there was quite a bit my boarding school did wrong, I still was able to benefit from my experience there, although some benefits I didn’t notice until much later.

I got a good education. I learned, via osmosis, how to better negotiate class, which has helped me to understand different people better. I learned that while some rich people are assholes, there are a good number of rich people who are not. I made friends with people I wouldn’t have met otherwise. Hispanics and Latinos from places like Lawrence and Lowell. First generation Indian Americans. Upper and upper middle class blue bloods. Future socialites of the Upper East Side. Nouveau riche. I learned that you cannot fully judge a person based on their class, income, or clothes. I learned that a person’s true value is based on their sincerity, their respect for others, and their actions.

Which leads me back to the lesson that life is a mixed bag. You have to take the good with the ugly. Or, maybe the more specific point is that few things are purely bad or purely good. And while it is part of our nature to rush to judgment, sometimes it takes time for us to see the larger picture and to be able to put things into perspective.

And part of that step is letting go of past resentments.

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