Two Separate Stories
Saturday, October 17, 2009
While browsing for videos in youtube, I ran into a video for a song I've loved since high school. I didn't know it had a video, but I'm really glad it does. Anyway, I have two separate stories related to this video.
The first one is related to one of the boys related to this post. It was the first and last time I met him face to face. He was coming to see me and I was tremendously nervous. Nervous to the point that the only thing I could think of was to start singing. And this was the song I chose to sing. Looking back, it absolutely fit. What the hell did I know about love when I was eighteen? Not a whole lot, I can tell you. We obviously, didn't work out. I could go into details here, but it's pretty random and probably just something that should be left alone.
The second mini story has to do with a friend who is still a friend. We both went to Pitt and even though she moved away and came back, we're still really tight. Anyway, she made me a hat decorated using puffy paint. And this song's lyrics was part of it.
That's all. Two mini stories that don't make up a whole lot of blog post. :) But that's okay.
Labels: lyrics, music, the past
posted by Paperback Writer @ Saturday, October 17, 2009,
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Fiction vs Non-fiction
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Last night I had a dream and as is usual for me, I remembered a great bit of detail about this dream. For instance, I knew the two main characters in this dream (both girls) were both aspects of "me;" the me in "real life" (still idealized, of course, this was a dream) and I suppose the me that I wish to be, to be called "model me" (practically perfect in every way, except I knew that "real life" me didn't like the other me). Go Freudian on that.
Anyway, I also knew that this dream took place around some sort of major seaside (vaguely European) city and near a school, perhaps a university of some sort. It was night and we were walking back to the dorms, she on her bike and me walking. It wasn't too too late (perhaps evening), but the seedier elements of the city were starting to come out. Most just eyed us, but a few started to follow us, catcalling and whatnot.
Not the most significant part of the dream because I was not scared and did not care. Though, near the end of the dream one of these seedier elements forced the "model me" to hand over her backpack in exchange for a smaller backpack. No complaints from her, by the way. Again, what's my subconscious, if anything, trying to tell me?
Anyway, the major focal point of the dream (and the one I vividly remember) was whether or not "I" was a better fiction writer or a non-fiction writer. Model me said I was a better fiction writer while the real me preferred to write non-fiction. I went on to say that it didn't matter what genre I wrote in, but the fact that I should be writing everyday. (Thanks, subconscious. I've gotten THAT message loud and clear.) And that by writing everyday I will become a better writer...no matter which genre I eventually end up writing.
So, in my real waking life, I think I am a better non-fiction writer. I have over 50 journals that I have written in for 3/4 of my life. Also, let's take into consideration the amount of writing that I am doing currently for graduate school. I am (marginally) more aware of how I write and what I write. I am writing about what matters to me (scholastically speaking) and I am more aware of my audience (whether it's my professor or the occasional reader on my poor, poor blog.)
So, maybe I will take a cue from my subconscious and write more. Perhaps, not online, but somewhere. And everyday, as my subconscious told (yelled) at me.
Maybe. :)
Labels: dreams, writers, writing
posted by Paperback Writer @ Sunday, October 11, 2009,
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Tidbits
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
All the stuff that's been clogging up my inbox....it needs to be purged.
No, seriously, I do have an iPod in my head. :) It's on random.
Any one of these trips would be awesome.
I love you The Onion. You make me laugh inappropriately and spit out milk.
You, Seth Meyers, also make me laugh. :)
I wonder if anyone ever claimed responsibility for leaving a piano in the woods. I mean, someone has to claim it, right?
It's just an interesting article. Nothing more.
Yes, I am anhttp://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200303/rauch> introvert. This is how you should ideally care for me. That way, I won't bite your head off or go hide somewhere.
FAIL!
posted by Paperback Writer @ Tuesday, August 25, 2009,
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I Can Only Pick Three?
Friday, August 21, 2009
Seriously? I can only pick three to submit to a photo contest through Venture Outdoors? That sorta stinks. :) I don't know what to pick.
Wait, Paperback Writer, what are you talking about?
Here's the set from the Urban Hike I took on Sunday. It was only about three miles, but I did get a lot of cool pictures. Take a look at them and let me know which ones you like. :)
That's all. Go on with your evening.
Labels: pictures, Pittsburgh
posted by Paperback Writer @ Friday, August 21, 2009,
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Personality Cult
Friday, August 14, 2009
So, I'm slowly rebuilding my playlist onto Alex Moreau Montage (thanks
Pitt Girl!) and I'm coming upon gems of mix tapes from years past. I wrote about a particular favorite back in 2007...you know, when I used to blog more and now I've decided to write about another interesting mixtape. :)
Anyway, the particular ad I used as the cover was from a Bailey's Irish Cream ad. I'm not sure of the date, but it pictures a cute little teacup winking because Bailey's Irish Cream is being poured into it. I'd post a picture of the ad, if I could find one. I'm not sure where I came up with the name "Personality Cult," but I'm sure it has something to do with Living Colour's song "Cult of Personality." And if you're like me, right now, it's just popped into your head.
I'm sorry. :)
It amuses me that there are certain songs that seem to be constants in my music listening life. It just seems that these songs will forever be stuck in my head, ready to jump out at some inconvenient time, where I'm almost forced to start singing the song out loud.
Side A:
Miss You Much - Janet Jackson
Strawberry Fields Forever - The Beatles
Put a Lid on It - Squirrel Nut Zippers
Uptown Girl - Billy Joel
Unwind - Brad Yoder
E-Bow the Letter - REM
Thin Line - Indigo Girls
Super Bon Bon - Soul Coughing
The Empire Strikes Back - John Williams (Yeah, what of it? It's one of those songs!)
To the End - Blur
In Your Room - The Bangles
Side B:
Half a World Away - REM
Don't Come Around Here No More - Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers
Diving Hammer - The Breeders
Twentieth Century Fox - The Doors
I Shot the Sheriff - Eric Clapton
Little Green Bag - George Baker Selection
California Dreaming - The Mamas and the Papas
Sweeet Home Alabama - Lynard Skynard
Crash into Me - Dave Mathews Band
Interstate Love Song - Stone Temple Pilots
Now, if I had to guess, I would say that I made this mixtape around my sophomore and junior year of college. Perhaps, over the summer when I lived with five other girls. Or maybe, I made this tape during my sophomore year, while I finally lived alone in my Tower C dorm with the sounds of drunken college kids at Zelda's Greenroom overlooking Forbes Avenue and the former Pit Theatre. But I do know that it is at least ten years old.
Okay, so I examined the tape insert more and found a date: November 17, 1997. Eleven days shy of my 21st birthday. Which, if I can remember, wasn't all that grand. I was having dating problems (namely with Loki, then boyfriend and now husband) and I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life.
So, now that I've found a date for this mixtape, I will have to say, that I probably made this in a manic fit late, late at night. If I was nearing my 21st birthday I wasn't in my dorm room, but in my first apartment on Wendover Place. Miki and Martha were my next door neighbors; I would often serenade Miki because my dining room looked right into her bedroom. She *loved* that...well, the first three times that I did it, of course. ;)
I'm not sure where this post is going actually. I had thought that I was going to write about the music, but it prompted more of a remembrance of a past life than of the music. I can remember driving around in my first jeep, deliberately getting lost and playing certain songs on this tape over and over again.
I could go on, but the memories are vague and I'm not sure I want to relive them all again. If I really wanted to, I could dig in my old journals and investigate what exactly I was doing in November of 1997.
posted by Paperback Writer @ Friday, August 14, 2009,
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Holy Frijoles!
Friday, August 07, 2009
I've been an awful blogger.
Seriously. This might be the longest I've gone without a freakin' update. But really, who wants to hear about a pretty hunky dory life, filled with a job I absolutely freakin' love, a husband that I love to bits and who loves me back, friends kids who inject love and laughter into my life, connecting with old friends (Elisabeth), making new friends, taking a break from school, vacationing in Canada, having a semi-weekend dog, biking in a bike-a-thon (35 miles yo!) only overdrafting the bank account once this summer (knock on wood) and just feeling pretty peaceful and at ease?
Come on, now. That's boring. Seriously. And you know what? I wouldn't trade it. There's enough drama in the world without me having to contribute to it.
Oh, fine. So, I did have a 9 mm kidney stone in my left kidney that had to be blasted to smithereens and for a while I was giving birth to gravel instead of cute kidlets like my friends Martha & Chris (She's so freakin' adorable!!!! Sqeeee!!!) But that isn't horrible...the pain was. And let me tell you, I freaked Loki out, the poor boy. :) He was very sweet, he didn't want to leave me in the hospital by myself. And he was a nervous wreck. But I survived (obviously) and so did he.
But really, other than that? Nothing. No drama here....when I did I become so...boring? :) Oh, I don't mind.
Labels: family, friendship, life, Loki, love
posted by Paperback Writer @ Friday, August 07, 2009,
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Countdown...
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Three weeks till my summer break; two and a half days till Loki breaks for the summer and about five weeks till we head to Seattle. I can't wait. It feels like a very long time till then and I know that I shouldn't wish my time away but really...I need a break. :)
In other news, I have 9 mm kidney stone that's just dying to come out. That was not fun. I felt like someone was trying to dig my kidneys our with a rusty spoon. Not fun. Plus, I scared Loki to death. He does not deal well win something he can't see. He's much like Wolverine in that way. :).
Anyway, the staff over at Shadyside Hospital were great. They treated me quickly and informed (and calmed) Loki. Very important. I still have the kidney stone and I am scheduled to have them blasted with lithotripsy either next Tuesday morning or Thursday morning...at either Shadyside, Presby or St. Margaret.
So... other than that nothing else is going on. Sorry for the long delays on in between posts.
posted by Paperback Writer @ Tuesday, June 16, 2009,
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