meme

Is it a meme if you don't tag anyone? I tagged people on facebook. But I like this one so much I have to do it here, too. If you like it, consider yourself tagged.

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My Life According to the Indigo Girls

The rules:
Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 12 people you like and include me. You can't use the band I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "My Life According to (BAND NAME)"


Pick Your Artist: Indigo Girls

Are you a male or female?: Dairy Queen

Describe yourself: Girl With the Weight of the World in Her Hands

How do you feel: Closer to Fine

Describe where you currently live: Starkville

If you could go anywhere, where would you go: Come on Home

Your favorite form of transportation: scooter boys

Your best friend is: Hope Alone

Your favorite color is: Bitterroot

What's the weather like: Southland in the Springtime

Favorite time of day: Cold Beer & Remote Control

If your life was a tv show, what would it be called: Language or the Kiss

What is life to you: Moment of Forgiveness

Your fear: I don’t wanna talk about it

What is the best advice you have to give: Love Will Come to You

If you could change your name, you would change it to: Cordova

Thought for the Day: Shame on You

My soul's present condition: Fill It Up Again

My motto: Everything in its own time

Summer in the City

It's supposed to be 93 today, but it'll "feel like" 98. Joy.

P.S. By the time I was six, I knew all the words to this song. It was on a McDonalds Golden Oldies tape of "Summertime Hits." Oh, how I loved that tape and wished I had been born in the 50's instead of the 80's. I would have looked good in a poodle skirt. Oh, and I was invited to a theme party this weekend where I would have gotten to wear a poodle skirt, but alas, I'll be in Ohio.

and another thing...

I downloaded a bunch of music last night, including some stuff by Tom Waits. I was thinking since many of the poets I love claim to love Tom Waits, that I might love Tom Waits.

I'm sorry, Brandi, but I promptly deleted all the Tom Waits songs I downloaded. He just ain't my thing.

A Song (and a poem) for Sunday

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Christina Pugh, UIC prof, is featured on Poetry Daily today.

Thank you, Jeep!

I've always loved this song, but never knew who sang it. Now, because of Jeep, I know it's Jonathan Edwards. I'm gonna go download it.

5 songs that knock my socks off x2

Well, Mary tagged me again. But since there are so many ways to "knock my socks off," I'm making 2 lists.

List 1: Songs that knock my socks off emotionally:

1. Joni Mitchell - A Case of You
2. David Bowie - The Man Who Sold the World (although I kinda prefer the Nirvana version)
3. Regina Spektor - Samson
4. Evanescence - My Immortal
5. Dar Williams - Family

List 2: Songs that "make me want to jump out of my seat" knock my socks off (in other words, if I'm drinking and I hear these songs, the reaction isn't pretty):

1. L'il John and the Eastside Boys - Get Low
2. Usher - Yeah
3. Sonique - Feel So High
4. Prince - Pussy Control
5. Ace of Base - The Sign

Okay, so a couple footnotes. Ace of Base was the BIGGEST thing when I was in Jr. High, and I basically learned how to dance to their CD in my jr. high gym, while all the boys stood around the walls watching us pre-teen girls try to be sexy. You don't hear this song while drinking often enough, but every once in a while, when I feel like car dancing, I pop in the CD.

Feel So High and Pussy Control were two songs that always got played together at the Brunswick Panini's when we went there after work. I was only 20 and sneaking Mikes Hard Lemonade in the bathroom and washing the x's off my hands with makeup remover. I could not sit still during these songs, even if no one else was dancing, so I regularly made a fool of myself. I still do, although I never hear them together anymore.

I tag Joanna, Steve, Jeannine, and Jessica (but you don't have to do 2 lists, unless you want to.)

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Elsewhere, (trying something different than "meanwhile") I was up til 3 packing last night, and when I went to bed, I felt like I had nothing done, but when I woke up this morning I noticed that about half of my apartment is packed. Woo hoo!

Also last night after I went to bed, I heard an agry drunken fight going on downstairs. They took it outside so I got a front row seat to how awful people can be to each other. Luckily, the guy was just hitting the picket fence outside instead of the girl he was just yelling at, but I was ready to call the cops. I miss the country. The only fights you hear out there are between the racoons over the garbage.