I still exist
I am in a weird mood where I want to write, yet I don't. It feels like the kind of atmosphere and mood I would like to write in, but I don't really feel like writing a lot, does that make any sense?
My parents are away for a few days, so I'm home alone, which is nice for a change. I can dance around at random to the radio and shower at 2am and not have to share my mashed potatoes with anyone. Three of the four cats are hovering around in this room like they are waiting for me to do something interesting. I'm listening to Ryan Adams after reading a wonderful account of meeting him by my dearest friend Christa. It is a good night.
A couple hours ago I was listening to my Zune with supposedly noise-canceling earbud headphones, but I hadn't realized how sweet they were. The phone rang through to the answering machine (four times) a foot away from me and I didn't even hear it. Note to self: don't wear these particular headphones jogging. Not that I ever jog.
The other morning I dreamed extensively of chocolate-chip pancakes at I-Hop.
Current near-obsessions: Lord of the Rings, Photomosaic jigsaw puzzles, Lego Star Wars on my DS
Just in case you were wondering if I'm still a nerd.
Last month I saw Ryan Adams and the Cardinals in Boston, with my good friend Eric. It was at the Bank of America Pavilion, which was a big white dome thing floating on the water, and Ryan called it "the next best thing to floating in space." Neal (guitar, vocals) posted on their blog that the show made him "feel like [the photo of fireworks he'd just posted] inside." It was pretty rad. Ryan rambled on about how fascinated he was with the name "Pizzeria Regina," and Neal did a hilarious medley of well-known rock songs. Ryan wanted him to shred, and Neal was like *plink plink* Welcome to the junnngleee... *eerie off-key soft voice* Oh and also every single song they played was perfectly executed and soul-soothing, even though it was not the small, intimate, acoustic atmosphere of the last Cardinals show I saw. It reminded me that I should under no circumstances pass up seeing these guys when they are in my area. And being in Boston, though briefly, made me once again think about living there in the not-too-far future... it's on the short list, anyway--I'm still not sure if I want to go somewhere far away and crazy, or if the lure of Boston Which I Love will win me over (even if I can't afford to live right IN Boston). Hmmm...
Before that, my entire immediate family got together on Labor Day weekend. It was pretty fun. I had wine and played cards. I am pretty easy to please, really. I am a huge sucker for games of any kind. I mean, more than the average person, I think. Anyway, there are a bunch of photos from that weekend on my flickr... here is a quick sample, just to make this entry more colorful:
(goofiness runs in the family, you see.)
My best friend from high school, Erin, is in town for a couple weeks--with her four-month old baby girl, Tegan. Who is awwwwful cute. She is still in that stage where pretty much all she can do is wobble her little arms and legs around, and make wacky baby noises. And giggle. Erin seems like such a natural, comfy new mother. :) I'm going apple-picking tomorrow with them and Erin's parents. I don't think I have been apple-picking since an elementary school field trip, and even then I think it was just a tour of an orchard and not a time we could actually /pick/ anything. So I guess that's not really apple-picking. So I guess I've never been! ha.
I had much more to say than I thought I did. Am I all caught up now? Well, besides the umpteen folks I need to get in touch with, or reply to, or whatnot. Especially my NY friends. I thought I would be out there for a visit by now, but the purse strings are kind of tight, and it is also a lot of driving. A while ago my parents and I went to see this singer-songwriter Tom Rush, at an old (mostly refurbished), small movie theater in small-town NH, and the atmosphere reminded me so much of Lena it made me a little homesick. In fact Tom has played at Lena, I'm quite sure. He was really good. And funny. I'd see him again. Anyway, back to my NY friends. Speaking of them, I think I will listen to Victoria now. Fortunately since nearly all my friends out there are musicians, they all have myspaces and what-have-you, and I can hear their voices via their CDs or songs online as much as want. :) I do still need to get in touch with them though. I feel I am being a crappy long-distance friend. Bad Jen.
But for now I think it is about time to get off the ol' computer and wind down. It's about that time.
goodnight!
My parents are away for a few days, so I'm home alone, which is nice for a change. I can dance around at random to the radio and shower at 2am and not have to share my mashed potatoes with anyone. Three of the four cats are hovering around in this room like they are waiting for me to do something interesting. I'm listening to Ryan Adams after reading a wonderful account of meeting him by my dearest friend Christa. It is a good night.
A couple hours ago I was listening to my Zune with supposedly noise-canceling earbud headphones, but I hadn't realized how sweet they were. The phone rang through to the answering machine (four times) a foot away from me and I didn't even hear it. Note to self: don't wear these particular headphones jogging. Not that I ever jog.
The other morning I dreamed extensively of chocolate-chip pancakes at I-Hop.
Current near-obsessions: Lord of the Rings, Photomosaic jigsaw puzzles, Lego Star Wars on my DS
Just in case you were wondering if I'm still a nerd.
Last month I saw Ryan Adams and the Cardinals in Boston, with my good friend Eric. It was at the Bank of America Pavilion, which was a big white dome thing floating on the water, and Ryan called it "the next best thing to floating in space." Neal (guitar, vocals) posted on their blog that the show made him "feel like [the photo of fireworks he'd just posted] inside." It was pretty rad. Ryan rambled on about how fascinated he was with the name "Pizzeria Regina," and Neal did a hilarious medley of well-known rock songs. Ryan wanted him to shred, and Neal was like *plink plink* Welcome to the junnngleee... *eerie off-key soft voice* Oh and also every single song they played was perfectly executed and soul-soothing, even though it was not the small, intimate, acoustic atmosphere of the last Cardinals show I saw. It reminded me that I should under no circumstances pass up seeing these guys when they are in my area. And being in Boston, though briefly, made me once again think about living there in the not-too-far future... it's on the short list, anyway--I'm still not sure if I want to go somewhere far away and crazy, or if the lure of Boston Which I Love will win me over (even if I can't afford to live right IN Boston). Hmmm...
Before that, my entire immediate family got together on Labor Day weekend. It was pretty fun. I had wine and played cards. I am pretty easy to please, really. I am a huge sucker for games of any kind. I mean, more than the average person, I think. Anyway, there are a bunch of photos from that weekend on my flickr... here is a quick sample, just to make this entry more colorful:
(goofiness runs in the family, you see.)
My best friend from high school, Erin, is in town for a couple weeks--with her four-month old baby girl, Tegan. Who is awwwwful cute. She is still in that stage where pretty much all she can do is wobble her little arms and legs around, and make wacky baby noises. And giggle. Erin seems like such a natural, comfy new mother. :) I'm going apple-picking tomorrow with them and Erin's parents. I don't think I have been apple-picking since an elementary school field trip, and even then I think it was just a tour of an orchard and not a time we could actually /pick/ anything. So I guess that's not really apple-picking. So I guess I've never been! ha.
I had much more to say than I thought I did. Am I all caught up now? Well, besides the umpteen folks I need to get in touch with, or reply to, or whatnot. Especially my NY friends. I thought I would be out there for a visit by now, but the purse strings are kind of tight, and it is also a lot of driving. A while ago my parents and I went to see this singer-songwriter Tom Rush, at an old (mostly refurbished), small movie theater in small-town NH, and the atmosphere reminded me so much of Lena it made me a little homesick. In fact Tom has played at Lena, I'm quite sure. He was really good. And funny. I'd see him again. Anyway, back to my NY friends. Speaking of them, I think I will listen to Victoria now. Fortunately since nearly all my friends out there are musicians, they all have myspaces and what-have-you, and I can hear their voices via their CDs or songs online as much as want. :) I do still need to get in touch with them though. I feel I am being a crappy long-distance friend. Bad Jen.
But for now I think it is about time to get off the ol' computer and wind down. It's about that time.
goodnight!