Showing posts with label choir. Show all posts
Showing posts with label choir. Show all posts

August 24, 2010

I have earworms.

I sort of promised myself and a friend that I'd blog every day, regardless of how I am feeling or how blocked I am.  I think I have to write every day to discover things to write about.  Today I am going to write about earworms.

Dictionary.com:


Main Entry:   earworm 
  Part of Speech:   n
Definition:   a song or tune that gets stuck in one's mind and repeats 
as if on a tape; also written ear-worm,ear worm
also called cognitive itchsticky tune
Example:   The song played in the grocery store became 
an earworm for her.
Etymology:   German ohrwurm


So, because I share a house with somebody as silly as myself, there is a lot of verbal trash floating around in the air. Between that and choir and the general noise of my head, I have a few tunes & sayings that keep popping into my head and sometimes out my mouth. I really need help planting new worms! Help me!

Here is a sampling of what is going on:

  • Cruel to be Kind by Nick Lowe
  • And the Glory of the Lord (Handel, Messiah)
  • tap, tap, taptaptap, taptaptaptap., Dog Show! (from SNL)
  • They say love .... don't come eeeaaasyyyyy... (Wes, from the Bachelorette and now Bachelor Pad)
  • "Totes" (Jamwall's way of saying "totally", picked up from Calzone the Dragon and friends)
  • In Exclesis Deo from some Christmas carol
As you can see, it is quite noisy.  I am especially annoyed by Nick Lowe and Dog Show!

Your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to plant a few new earworms in my head.  Hopefully they will replace the existing ones and not simply compound the cacophony (say that 5x fast!).

July 25, 2008

I could have used this last week.


To sum up:


  • I'm home!

  • Everything is soggy.

  • Everything smells.

  • Everything has earwigs in it.

  • Singing with Sir David Willcocks was a blast!

  • There's no place like home

More on that later.

May 25, 2008

I am a diva.

My choir will be joining the Distinguished Concerts Orchestra International in singing Camina Burana with two choirs from Iceland. I am so excited!!!

Oh ... did I mention?: It's at CARNEGIE HALL.

Want tickets? yeah you do.

January 23, 2008

I am so psyched!

My choir is singing Carmina Burana this April and I cannot wait! it's going to sound extraordinary. What a blast it is to sing music like this! And the timpani! Ahhhhhh! ... it'll be something like this:


October 22, 2007

Meditation on the Alto Part of He Shall Purify

I notice I haven't been writing much original work lately; but it's because all of my love is going elsewhere, and not into my craft. Where is my love going, you may ask? To the following (order does not indicate priority or % of love given):

The 89 13-year olds have been draining much of my energy lately, but since I am not a mom, they are satisfying my mothering needs at the moment. This includes the 3-day "vacation" in Boston. Oh, I forgot to tell you one thing that scared me:



I quit my old choir because the 75-minute drive was spanking all the joy of singing out of me. My new choir rehearses closer to my house, and has a bitchin' lineup of concerts! At this moment I am supposed to be practicing He Shall Purify from The Messiah for tomorrow's rehearsal, but instead I am making peach cobbler and posting some original writing. I shall sing shortly!

I started talking to Tuyet a while back and have befriended her in the last few weeks. She is desperately lonely, adrift in a sea of self-searching, eternally optimistic, and clueless about how to be a woman. We've been IM'ing as I try to give her advice on her spiritual quest.

I've been working out 2x a week with my personal trainer and exercising a few days a week on my own. Consequently, my pants are falling down. Consequently to that, I am getting lots of attention from passers-by. Luckily, I am wearing pantaloons (most of the time).

Jamwall has infected my brain with his sick and errant ways. His depraved and condiment-laden mildly pornographic comments, text messages, and emails have finally won me over. I am his to defile as he wishes. I hear cowbell in my sleep!!! On the more human side, he seems to be quite charming and could even be trained to be lovable. We have decided to have a Caesar Salad contest, in which we perfect our recipes and then put them to the test. I don't know how well romaine holds up to being mailed.



My family has not been getting enough of my attention, because I have been so busy. But birthday season is upon us (2 weeks, people!) which gives us all an opportunity to be together in love and harmony. Also, diapers. And yummy meats, slowly cooked.

July 13, 2007

July 12, 2007

Ready for Auction

At choir camp, we have a silent auction. Last year, I just contributed a Black & Decker coffee grinder. This year, I decided to make a wine-cork corkboard. I also attached some pewter wine-themed pushpins. I'm quite happy with the results, and it only took one hour!


The frame for this corkboard, as well as other wine gifts, can be purchased at Wine Enthusiast. A few years ago I fancied myself a wine enthusiast; really it turned out I was just really enthusiastic about drinking it. I still enjoy making the corkboards, and I always ask for corks when I go out to dinner. I also have a few suppliers in my family, who store them up for me and then mail them to me.

As hobbies go, this one is quite fun, and in a very short time you can have a beautiful object!

July 05, 2007

The less I write, the less I have to say. The more I write, well ... we shall see.

It's a strange phenomenon that the less time I give myself for writing, the less I have to say, and the less I want to write. But something in me drives me to want to write more, and unblock these obstacles that pile up in front of me. Stephen King, in On Writing, says that we should write every day to keep the instrument limber; you won't write a masterpiece everyday, but you have to show up at the page for the muse to know you mean business. Getting together with Leigh Yung Li always helps, and on one of our recent slumber parties I quickly came up with 7-8 stories I could tell, including how Brad the Clown once flipped a blueberry pie upside down. This is a tale for another day... or best left buried, before the angry demons awake? For now, I am simply showing up.

School ended.
It was an intensely busy time, but one of the highlights includes this letter that I got from My Little Percy, the most amazing student:


... and these shoes from Ashe, which you may remember from an earlier post. The boy outgrew them, and thought I might like them as a parting gift to remember him by. They now reside on my fireplace, and smell only very faintly of his little Indian feet.

My house occupies a largish chunk of my time ... mowing, trying to fix my botched paint job in the yoga room, growing small vegetables and trying to beautify the backyard for gatherings.



Something is dead under my shed; I smell it, I see the flies. I refuse to look. Three baby birds fallen from their nest in the front yard are covered with those same green-bottle flies. I refuse to look. I hear the flies, buzzing. There is a smell.

I joined a gym, finally, a commitment that is long overdue for my out-of-shape body. I felt I needed some physique intervention. It came in the form of Matt, who is 6'4" tall, 1% body fat, and expensive. Twice a week for an hour he kicks my ass, and I come back for more. I am starting to feel muscles in places where I forgot I had places. This is so much better than Curves, where all I learned was whose daughter got accepted to which college. I forgot how good sweating can feel. My favorite part of the gym is the shower. They have the best soaps. I haven't showered in my own house for about two weeks.

Sitting at the computer feels like work. I read email sometimes. Sometimes I make lolcats, like this one from my sister's house:


I know Todd loves these.

In a week I leave for choir camp, but I'll try to post something every day until then. Just showing up at the page; no promises of brilliance, OK? I can't live up to that. I can barely fucking walk.
And in August, well ... am I allowed to say, you guys? Or should I wait until after? I don't want to let the simian out of the bag too early. Let's just say a very exciting blog reunion is brewing.

Oh, and about the blog frolic? I'm working on it. Fuckspot.com refused to "save as draft" even though I am hitting "save now" and "ctrl-D" like they tell me to, but all I get is the silent hourglass and a blank stare.
Carry on. See you tomorrow.

May 30, 2007

Because I can.

The 3-Word Meme, courtesy of my sweet & sweaty papa:

1. Where is your cell phone?

In my pants.

2. Boyfriend/girlfriend?

Might be nice.


3. Hair?
Glossy, cascading, fabulous

4. Your mother?
Funny, comforting, friend

5. Your father?
Brilliant, hilarious, orderly

6. Your favorite item(s)?
Chenille, photos, bed

7. Your dream last night?
Haunting, reminiscent, troublesome

8. Your favorite drink?
Bold dark roast

9. Your dream guy/girl?
Funny, decadent midwesterner

10. The room you are in?
Sage green, dragonflies

11. Your fear?
Big hairy spider.

12. What do you want to be in 10 years?
Teacher, healthy, writer

13. Who did you hang out with last night?
Will and Grace

14. What are you not?
apologetic of flaws

15. Are you in love?
Ask me tomorrow.

16. One of your wish list items?
Trip to Scotland

17. What time is it?
Getta fuckin' watch.

18. The last thing you did?
One hour yoga.

19. What are you wearing?
Pajama pants, tanktop

20. Your favorite book?
The Poisonwood Bible

21. The last thing you ate?
Soybeans, chicken, tea

22. Your life?
Suits me fine.

23. Your mood?
Ready to relax.

24. Your friends?
Loyal, forgiving, reliable

25. What are you thinking about right now?
Projects to grade.

26. Your car?
Shitbox, fits kayak

27. What are you doing at this moment?
Hello, pay attention!

28. Your summer?
Choir, Cape, Garden

29. Your relationship status?
Unfettered, sluttish, hopeful.

30. What is on your TV screen?
Lots of dust.

31. When is the last time you laughed?
Five, ten minutes

32. Last time you cried?
Early this morning.

33. School?
My daily joy.

34. Why did this end so abruptly?
I don't know.

November 28, 2006

We're all just begging to be Handel-ed

I've been poisoned by my choir friends, who think it is funny to change the words in our songs, and now I cannot sing The Messiah with the proper level of solemnity and/or jubilation. How can I, when I am thinking things like ...

The Prints of Peas.
We all like sheep!
For unto us, a Chinese Ball.
May every fatty be exalted!
Warty is the lamb.


Oh, and there are others. Practically the only thing we haven't touched is the Hallelujah chorus, and only because nothing else sounds like Hallelujah. Help me out?




p.s. Blogger spellcheck is an asstard. You can't tell I meant "enough" by "ebough"? Or "jubilation" by "juilation"?!? What are these lame-ass suggestions you are giving me?

September 26, 2006

Y'all pull up a stool and set a spell.


'Cause I got stuff to say. And when I say it, I want you here listenin'.

I actually have a cowgirl outfit quite similar to this.

The Blogging thing is hard for me sometimes; in the beginning it was easier to be honest on my blog and to say how I really felt about things, but as more and more people have started reading it (including family and close friends), it gets harder to do that. It’s like when you go to a new city and in the beginning you can act like a big asshole because nobody knows you; but as you become a member of the community, you reel it in a bit. At least I do. Either that or move to a new town so I can keep being an asshole.

Mostly, my creativity gets in a rut sometimes; I just don’t have enough feelings about things to be able to write well. I find I need to be angry or humorously annoyed to be able to write really well. When I’m just plodding through my relaxing summer, there isn’t much to say. Then one day I wake up & realize that my blog feels like a chore, and that is when I take a break. Or post really simple stuff, or dwell in my childhood by revisiting Sesame Street episodes that make me happy.

While on my short break, I discovered that I am seething with feelings! Yes, it is true! At the moment, I find myself mostly pissed off. Here are some of the things I am pissed off about:

 The stupid 20 year old girls in choir who won’t shut up and even have the nerve to talk on the cell phone. DURING REHEARSAL!

 The teacher on my team (who brought the dog to work) who won’t shut up when I am trying to run a meeting, and the other teacher who sits across from her and shouts back at her. It’s like Cage Match, and I’m the referee.

 The way Shepherd Boy appears in my dreams unexpectedly, and then acts like we’ve been talking for the past 13 years instead of this void of silence that I hate so much.

 I’m mad at alcohol, because why does it have to be something that is so nice and so fun and oh, this red goes so nicely with the veal, and then suddenly one day you wake up more hung-over than you have ever been in your life and realize it’s a problem for you? Why couldn’t it just stay fun and easy? And I can’t ever go back to fun and easy, because I am past that. Fuck you, ETOH!

 When I wrote you the long email about my MS diagnosis, this comment, which I guess was the best you could do: “Wow, that is a lot to digest.” Yeah, sorry my multiple scle-fuckin-RO-sis is so hard for you. Guess I overestimated you. Don’t talk to me; if you do, I’ll just pretend I was talking about someone else.

 Although I feel like I have a right to make jokes like this, and that makes me happy.

Now if I can get a few scary dolls, teddy bears, or thumb-sucking teenage girls (my best rant ever, and worth the click) back into my life, I’ll really have some fodder for the mill.

Until then, please just lie on top of me and wiggle so I can feel better and release some of this anger.

September 02, 2006

The muse opens an eye.

I've been feeling really drained of creative energies, at least for writing, for a while. I guess the whirlwind of life has a way of doing that. Between living out of a box, buying a house, moving, starting back to work, becoming an auntie for the 3rd time, putting my poor granny in a nursing home, babysitting my niece and nephew while my sisters attend myriad appointments, vacationing, choir camp, and miscellany, my writing has taken a back seat. I believe and hope that the muse will return from her long, long absence once my walls are painted and there isn't a scrap of cardboard to be seen anywhere in my living space, and once the families have settled down again.

I've missed my digital camera. Oh, I've taken lots of pictures, but not had the ability to download them until today.

For your enjoyment (and mine) I will post some of the lovelier pictures I took this summer. Later, watch for some of the Nostalgika horrors I found when I lived back at my parents' house for a month, including dolls (which you know
I love so much) and my 1980's pocketbooks.

Before I post the pictures, I must share the greatest T-shirt I saw today. It said: REAL MEN HAVE CATS. This delights me deeply.

And now without further ado, photo loveliness!:



Tree frog on rose.


Tree frog on rose 2.


Bayberries.



Sky magic, just for
you.




More berries. I don't know what kind.



Hyper fluff-dog.


Linger Longer I


Linger Longer II


Linger Longer III



Ebb tide.


Bee on beach rose.

July 20, 2006

Choir Camp, and Sir David

When I unplugged a week or so ago, what I really did was attend a choir symposium at Lake Ogontz, New Hampshire. There, I spent a week communing with Mama Natura, and singing 3-4 times a day. Nature and music, brought together, fuse to bring the soul back to life. Here are just some of the images from the week:

Lake Ogontz at dusk


Some of the cabins,
and the tower of the rehearsal hall

The lake, again


The Green Circle,
a meeting-place

Our director and teacher,

Sir David Willcocks

(getting wired with his microphone)


Sir David, talking about Mendelssohn


Sir David, playing the piano

and counting our beats

(he has a unique way of counting

that involves yelling "one!"

so loudly that it is startling)

If you don't know anything about Sir David Willcocks, please go here. In addition to his rather impressive bio (including directing the music for a most famous royal wedding), he is an amazing teacher. In one week my ability to sight-read music has skyrocketed, under his gentle and spirited tutelage.

From Wikipedia:
Sir David Willcocks is a renowned
choral conductor, organist, and composer. Born on December 30, 1919 in Newquay in Cornwall, he began his musical training as a chorister at Westminster Abbey from 1929 to 1934. From 1934 to 1938, he was a music scholar at Clifton College, Bristol, before his appointment as organ scholar at King's College, Cambridge. However, when the outbreak of World War II (war service) interrupted his studies, he briefly diverted from music to serve in the British Infantry, and won the Military Cross in 1944. He returned to Cambridge in 1945 to complete his studies, and in 1947 was elected a Fellow of King's College and appointed as Conductor of the Cambridge Philharmonic Society. In the same year, he became the organist at Salisbury Cathedral and the conductor of the Salisbury Musical Society. He moved to Worcester Cathedral in 1950, where he stayed until 1957, during which time he was organist of the Cathedral, principal conductor of the Three Choirs Festival in 1951, 1954, and 1957, and conductor of the City of Birmingham Choir. From 1956 to 1974 he was also conductor of the Bradford Fesival Choral Society.

From 1957 to 1974 he upheld the tradition at
Cambridge as Director of Music at King's College, Cambridge with competency and excellence. In addition, he served as the organist of Cambridge University, conductor of the Cambridge University Music Society, and as University Lecturer. With the college choir, he made numerous recordings that gained international acclaim through television and radio. The choir toured extensively, giving concerts all over the world. Under the baton of Willcocks, King's College Choir premiered Benjamin Britten's War Requiem in 1963 in (Perugia) Milan, La Scala, and in Venice. The choir subsequently performed the work in Japan, Hong Kong, Portugal, and the Netherlands. In 1960, he also became the musical director of the Bach Choir
(London).
He held these positions at Cambridge until the 1970s when he accepted the post of director of the
Royal College of Music. In 1971, he was made Commander (CBE) of the Order of the British Empire, and was knighted in 1977 in the Queen's Silver Jubilee Honours List. He holds honorary degrees in England from the Universities of Bradford, Bristol, Exeter, Leicester, and Sussex, and from the Royal College of Music in London; in the USA from Luther College (Iowa), St. Olaf College (Minnesota), and Westminster Choir College
(New Jersey); and in Canada from the Universities of Trinity, Toronto, and Victoria B.C.

He has made recordings with the Bach Choir, the English Chamber Orchestra, the Academy of St. Martin in the Fields, the Jacques Orchestra, the Philharmonia Orchestra, the London Symphony Orchestra as well as with King's College, Cambridge. He also served as general editor of the Church Music series of the Oxford University Press. He is particularly known for his choral arrangements of Christmas carols, most of which were originally written for the Service of Nine Lessons and Carols at King's or the Bach Choir's Christmas concerts. They are published in the five Carols for Choirs anthologies (1961–1987), edited by Willcocks with Reginald Jacques and John Rutter. He is currently Music Director Emeritus of King's College Choir, and an Honorary Fellow of King's College, Cambridge.

July 15, 2006

I Found Her in the Grafitti


The cabin at choir camp had camp-graffiti all over the walls. I think one of them was left by a fellow blogger in her childhood. Let's go ask her!

June 24, 2006

The Down & Dirty Blog Frolic (I): My Ass is on Fire!

You may remember that a while back, I asked you to put me in the Hot Seat and ask me questions. Well, you delivered! Pull up a chair, it's a long one.

The Spinning Girl Interview


miss kendra said...
Q: are you hurt-- you know, from falling down from heaven?
Q: is that Windex in your pocket? because I see myself in your pants.
Q: if I had a big important party and invited you and gave you ample notice, would you attend?
A: The first time I tried to fly I took a running start, lifted my feet, & landed in a raspberry bush and scratched myself something terrible. Sometimes I carry rocks around in my pockets because I like to suck them for the salty taste. I can see you in my pants, too. What are you doing after? I would totally come to your party, especially if I can wear a gigantic puffy bridesmaid dress. Oh, I'm not saying it's your wedding, I just like to dress like that. With a bonnet and big sheep hook, maybe some adult-sized diapers if it's Sunday.

BadGod said...
Q: Ever licked any snatch?
Q: And what did you think of the total bullshit ending to the Dark Tower series?
A: I never lick and tell, but I will say that the new Edy's lo-fat creamsicle is the closest I've come to heaven. Can I go for a ride in your truck? Oh, and don't get me started on the Dark Tower debacle. Did he just run out of story all of a sudden? Here I was waiting for that book to change my life. Instead, I'm stuck in a bad Twilight Zone ending ... the ending that never ends. Darn you, Stephen King! Darn you to heck!

miss kendra said...
I have more questions, but I need more people to respond first.
Q: also, how serious can this get?
A: Just don't make me cry like you did last time.

Weary Hag said...
Q: When you were a very little girl, did someone repeatedly smack you over the head with a bear dressed in costume? Just wonderin.
A: Actually, my obsession with TBDOA did not begin until July of 2005, when I became a blogger. I tend to obsess about things in series, then forget about them. Other things that have held my obsessive attention: Adult women in baby bonnets, licorice, certain bloggers (yourself included, of course), Absolut Mandarin, Uruguayan cigarettes, Estonian songs, and the constellations. That's the short list. Also, have you actually looked at the teddy bears' faces? They are suffering!

B.E. Earl said...
Q: With your incredible spinning talents, is there any way that you can rearrange the alphabet so that I could be next to u? (following miss kendra's lead there) PS - two incredibly difficult lower case L's in my word verif today.
A: I wrote an email to
dictionary.com, but I got this stock answer:
Dear Ms. Girl,
Thank you for your query. We will process your email and a representative will respond to you within 72 hours. Due to the volume of mail that we receive, we cannot guarantee a personal response unless your question is one that needs to be handled by one of our knowledgeable members in the research department.
Sincerely,
Näksi Peeru
Dictionary.com Customer Service Representative


Freewheel said...
Q: Boxers or briefs?
A: Yes.

tits mcgee said...
Q: Are those space pants you're wearing? Because your ass is out of this world.
A: It has its own weather system.

gracie said...
Q: did you eat lucky charms for breakfast? because you're looking magically delicious.
A: I'm fun for a girl and a boy.

LBseahag said...
Q: What's more important- length or girth?
A: For this answer, I must draw upon my vast athletic background. I would say that in the pole vault, length is key. In the balance beam, a little extra girth makes all the difference. Of course, in surfing, one depends solely upon the motion of the ocean.

BadGod said...
Q: OK, this might seem odd (even for me), but you know that song "Sunny Came Home"? Yes? Great......what the fuck is that song about? I mean this chick named "Sunny" comes home and sits in the kitchen with a book and some tools and a vengeance and shit, right? Then there is this "dry is good and wind is better and counting and then striking matches and shit"...What the fuck!? Then shit's burning down and she's alright? Huh? This song won awards and shit? I am usually pretty good at figuring this stuff out, but I am at a loss every time I hear this lyrical mumbo-jumbo.
A: I have thought about this question long and hard (see above). I think she is pissed off, and comes home and sets a big fire, then grabs the kids, a sweater, a book, and her keys, and goes out for sushi.

Brooke said...
Q: What would you do if you won 20 million in the lottery?
A: Of course, I would blog about it. Duh!

MadMeer said...
Q: Do you ever listen to a song and, instead of singing the real words, make up your own? And are those words sometimes not even words, but sounds that you make up to fill in the empty spaces of the song so you can fit more singing in?
A: Here are some of my favorite examples:
1. (Macy Gray--I Try) I try to say goodbye and I choke; Try to walk away and I stumble; Though I try to hide it, its clear; I wear goggles when you are not here!
2. (CCR- Lodi) Just about a year ago, I set out on the road, Seekin' my fame and fortune, lookin' for a pot of gold. Things got bad, and things got worse, I guess you will know the tune. Oh Lord, Stuck in Old Diane.
3. (Elton John--Goodbye Yellow Brick Road) What do you think you'll do then? I bet that'll shoot down your plane; It'll take you a couple of accurate townies, To set you on your feet again.
I smell a blog post! Do you?

jiggs said...
Q: My question: could you strip bare and expose yourself to me?
Q: Who would you rather do: Newton, Hawking or Gauss?
A: You are, of course, talking about a spiritual stripping. I am yours to devour. As for the geniuses, I assume by "do" you are using a slang term meaning "style one's hair", so in that case I choose Hawking, since he has trouble getting his arms up there.

Bill said...
Q: Silly question: Have you ever been naked in Toledo?
Q: Not so silly question: Why are you not writing more fiction and/or poetry? (Or if you are, where is it?)
A: No, but I have been fully dressed in Cedar Rapids, and that's nothin' to sneeze at. As for the fiction, I just haven't had the mental energy. It is rather hard for me to write fiction; I am much better at the semi-truthful anecdote. I hope to explore my fiction side this summer when I have more time (the 8th graders and their needs have sucked all my teats dry, but I should be fully replenished in a week or so). I'll start by rejoining Purgatorian's Flash Fiction Friday.

Madge said...
Q: Scariest moment ever (you know, sweaty palms, racing heart, etc.)?
Q: Did you always want to be a teacher? When was the defining moment?
Q: I remember reading, months back, something about you suddenly discovering you had the most fabulous hair in the universe. I'm hoping this happens to me, too. I'd even be happy with second most fabulous hair in the universe. Any advice to get me there sooner than later? Tips? Or, just tell the story again! Please!
A: I don't think I have ever been fully terrified. My mind did snap when I rode the Millennium Force, and I was petrified, but knew I was safe. I felt like the world dropped out from under me on September 11, 2001.
A: I remember saying I wanted to be an English teacher back in 7th grade, but I went to school for physical therapy. When I got wait-listed for the school of PT at UConn, I had to make a decision, and I decided to teach; I had always wanted to teach PT, anyhow, and my mom talked me into trying it, as she is a teacher too. I am so glad she did!
A: As for the hair, I am afraid to give you tips, for I do not want to compete with you in the fabu hair department (I already have some pretty stiff competition). But I will say the following:

1. Highlights.
2. No perms, not ever.
3. Hot rollers
4.
Aveda Elixir

Freewheel said...
Q: You're still on vacation? Jeez, are you from Europe or something?
Q: OK, another one. Have you ever written something and destroyed it (torn it up, deleted it, whatever) because it was something you never wanted anyone else to read? If so, what was it about?
A: Maine is in Europe, right? Felt like it, anyway. [EDIT: Even after reading Freewheel's question 7 times, and writing a reply, I never realized he said "from Europe". I thought he said "in Europe". So the answer to that question is yes; I model myself after the Swedes in my love of both vacations and salted fish.]
A: I haven't torn up any of my writing, but I do post it on my other top-secret blog so that it's out there for people to read, & then suggest medications for me. If I don't want anyone to read something, I don't write it. You should hear the ranting in my pre-sobriety journals. After I croak, someone is going to get a kick out of deciphering that noise.

miss kendra said...
Q: what was it that made you go to the doctor and find out you had MS?
Q: have you ever engaged in inappropriate behaviors with someone who was otherwise involved?
A: I went to the neurologist because my feet were numb, and as much as I tried to ignore it, I knew there had to be some underlying cause. An MRI revealed "spots" on my brain (sclera) and then a spinal tap (the most fun you can have with a needle!) confirmed MS-related proteins in my cerebrospinal fluid. After the foot numbness went away, I experienced no further symptoms, and am hoping I can hang out in this place for a while. Sometimes I get little pins-and-needles sensations all over my body, but I think it's just because I am thinking about me, Jiggs, BadGod, and Jamwall sharing a special moment in the ball pit.

A: Inappropriate? Hmmm. Is it inappropriate to break a 4-poster bed? No? OK, let me think. Does a common-law wife count? How about an extremely close, nosy neighbor? No? Hmmm. OK, then the answer to your question is no.

jamwall said...
Q: Crisco or Velveeta? and should I use a flyswatter next time?
A: I'm sorry I was bad.

Bill said...
Q: I have another question: where are my pants? Thank you.
A: Are you still looking for those? That was weeks ago. Here, I had them dry-cleaned. The ruffles got a little bit worn by the dry-cleaning fluid, but they're still pretty.

Bill said...
Q: My last question, about the pants, was kind of stupid. So you can ignore that one. Here's one that's a bit more of a puzzler - requires more work. Actually, it is a two-parter:
1) What is happiness?
2) What makes you happy?
3) Why does water always sound good?
(Okay, I threw in that last one as a freebie. I'll even answer it: because it's water.)
A: I liked the pants question. Now you are making me work!
1) That's easy. Happiness exists in all the places where the soul is in contact with the universe.
2) The symphony. Iced tea. Loving friends. People I can rely on. A belly-laugh. Feeling needed. The cry of a hawk in a crisp, clear morning. The first snow. Harley noise. Avocados. Coyotes. Suzanne Vega. A fresh-picked apple or tomato. Peas straight from the pod. Windy weather. Sisters. Feather comforters. Shall I go on?
3) Because it knows it is water.


t2ed said...
Q: What would you be doing for a living if you weren't a teacher?
Q: And now a silly one: If they were making a TV sitcom about your life, who would be cast in the starring role?
Q: Bonus points for rounding out the supporting actors and wacky next door neighbors.
A: I would do stand-up comedy, assuming I was already established & didn't have to work too hard to make a name for myself. In my TV sitcom life, I would be a blend of Margaret Cho and Jenna Elfman (of Dharma & Greg), 2 people I have been likened to (then again ... Mimi is also in that category). For neighbors I would definitely want the entire cast of The Office. But I don't feel like working too hard right now thinking about the storyline, I just drove home from Maine for chrissake.

BadGod said...
Q: I have one more question: What do teachers do all summer?
A: Some teach summer school, some travel, work other jobs, write, enjoy their kids. This particular teacher hangs out at the pool, reads, takes short trips, writes, blogs, and tries to decompress. This summer I am also going to choir camp (yes it is true!) and moving my shit into a new house.

Q: Ever had a pillow fight that went too far? (or not far enough?) Ok, so that's two more. Whatever.
A: As in nosebleed far? Yes. Not far enough, as in no broken leg? Yes.

Slyde said...
Q: I WANT to ask something, but I can't think of anything that isn't dirty......
A: That's because you are bad. Come here. Momma's gonna spank the bad boy.

DaMasta said...
Q: If I was hairy, would I still be allowed on the pigpile?
Q: I think I failed you, do you still love me?
Q: Have you ever dated anyone as smart as you?
A: Ummm, I thought you were hairy. You're not? Hmmm, I need to reconsider my PP criteria.
A: In what way have you failed me? Better not tell me because I haven't noticed, and I would still love you if I knew, but I would do so coolly and with a condescending gaze.
A: Yes. Most of my earlier boyfriends were quite smart. Shepherd Boy was a genius. Recently, I have had bad luck in this arena of my life. For some reason, I allow my time to be wasted by some pretty big losers.


Juliabohemian said...
Q: How come you are still single when you are clearly intelligent and sexy?
A: Because I am holding out for Absolutely Extraordinary. Is that too much to ask?

BadGod said...
Q: One more question.... If Darth Vader was holding you hostage and had the Death Star pointed at earth.........would you give up the location of the rebel base, knowing that he was gonna destroy earth anyway? Or would you lie about the location of the rebel base.....wait a minute......he's gonna blow up earth anyway!
Thanks for nothing Spin Girl.
A: I would probably invite DV in and ask him to explore his chakras to find out where he is harboring his negative energy, then give a cleansing green-tea body-mask. He'll be the one thanking me when he finds himself rejuvenated, refreshed, and deeply soothed.

"K" Fingerett said...
Q: Um.. two days left till or of what? Just wondering..
A: I don't understand what the hell you just said.

tits mcgee said...
Q: Who loves ya, baby?
A: Is this a trick question? You're not trying to turn me on to Jesus, are you? OK then.

Ricardo Montalbán said...
Q: What I would like to know, dear Spinning Girl, is where you have been all my life. And also how you learned to do that thing with your tongue.
A: When you were sporting that chest plate in Khan, I was sitting right in front of you ... one hand jamming popcorn past my headgear and the other fiddling around inside my halter top. Didn't you see me? Also, the tongue thing is genetic, if you remember your 9th grade biology.

Madge said...
Q: Did you ever want to run away as a kid?
A: I did run away. I packed a suitcase with all my Little House books, my rocks, and a T-shirt, and marched down the driveway. The suitcase got heavy at the bottom so I stuck it in the ditch and walked around the block. I was home in time for The Electric Company.

MadMeer said...
Q: What is your favorite flavor of ice cream?
Q: Who is Paul Fusco?
Q: Under what circumstances are Hawaiian shirts ok?
Q: What is the most creative excuse you've ever used to get out of work?
Q: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Q: Would you consider getting a tattoo of a heart with a banner wrapped around it that says "I heart Mad M?"

I'm just checking on that last one.

A: Mint Oreo.
A:
This guy?
A: When hiding in the hibiscus from a raging saber-toothed tiger
A: I once called in and said my car had been plowed in & I couldn't get out.
A: A 100-year-old lady
A: Ummm, hello, did you not get the picture of my tushie? I'll send it again.