19 posts tagged “rocktober”
So no kitties or baby squirrels fell in my lap yesterday, but my horoscope may have been right anyway about me getting something I wanted. Oh wait - haven't checked my Powerball ticket yet.
Please hold.
*hold music*
Nothing. Pleh. Oh well, now I just contributed money to Arizona's General Fund. Heaven knows it needs more cash.
Regardless, something happened work-related that would count, but I'm not going to get into it here. But today's horoscope said something about I hit a plateau, but it was really just the first peak to summit and there's more in store. Plus it's another 5-star day. Fantastic! I'm feeling pretty good.
I turned the heater on last night before going to bed. I'm glad I did. It kicks in when the inside temperature is 65 and it was going this morning when I woke up. Radio guy said it was 45 degrees at 6:30am. BRRR! I know I said this yesterday, but it was 100 a week or so ago.
I have a lot to do here at work and I'm pretty damn energized. So I need to get back to it.
Just a couple days of Rocktober left. Electric Six is a band I know nothing about, except Brother Steve gave me this CD one Christmas, don't even know when. I saw it when I was pawing through the stacks and thought I'd give it a listen. I recognize this song, but I think Brother Steve put it on the mp3 player he loaded up for me (and I rarely listen to because I never have time/opportunity).
I can't tell if they are metal, disco, dance, rock, etc. Every song is different and I'm not sure there even is a category for them. Which is probably why I think the songs are cool. Even the rough songs have a big dose of humor and/or irony. I'm not good at reviewing tunes, that's just my take on things.
My horoscope says this is going to be a 5-out of-5 star day! w00t!
Something you wanted lands in your lap. This is a sign from the universe.
OOH! What can that possibly be?
I bought two lottery tickets as a hedge. A scratcher and a Powerball. Let's see what my scratcher has for me.
Please hold.
*scratch scratch scratch*
Well, pooh. I didn't win anything. I guess that wasn't what the Universe has in store. That means I still have the rest of the day to forward to. Powerball drawing isn't until later tonight, anyway. But since I actively bought a ticket, does that negate the passivity of something landing in my lap? Hmm.
Maybe it's something else. I'll just go along merrily through my day - tra la la la la! - and see what happens.
Here's my Rocktober tunage for today. I think it kind of fits. I saw The Cars in Toronto in 1987, Maple Leaf Gardens. Fun show, a bit too heavy on stage theatrics for my taste but it was still a blast.
Just a week ago we were looking at 100 degrees. Tomorrow it's not supposed to get out of the 60's. Hooray! Sweater time! We have some cloud cover, which I love.
I seem more industrious when it's dark and cold. I'm living proof of that old sociological/anthropological hypothesis that colder regions have more technological advancements through the eons than the warm-paradise-lie-in-the-sun-with-no-clothes-on-all-day regions. If you are stuck inside in the cold then you need to find something to do. If it's a beautiful day and you have some fermented fruit beverage around, why bother with anything else?
I'd apologize for digressing but I didn't have a point anyway.
Tonight I'm helping out a friend at a swanky fundraiser for a political guy I adore. The fundraiser is at Hangar One, a swanky private plane hangar that doubles as a shrine to rich boys and their expensive toys. There are many benefits to going, not the least is free dinner and drinks.
It'll be prime networking opps, both professionally and personally. I'm wearing my favorite sassy yet sophisticated suit. I can only hope my allergies and the wind will calm down by then. Otherwise I'll walk in with a runny nose, bloodshot eyes and disheveled hair. Lovely.
I need to get back to it. For today's Rocktober, I give you Thunderbirds Are Now!, a rocking Detroit band I discovered via NPR. I bought the CD at my neighborhood record shop. I told the owner I heard them on NPR and she said that can sometimes be a challenge.
"I get a lot of customers requesting something they heard on NPR. Sometimes I have it, sometimes it's some random guy in Germany sitting in his apartment and produced one CD. I can't get that stuff!"
I'm finally reaching that inevitable point where I get frustrated that I have no spare time in my schedule. Even when I remind myself some of it is my doing, I'm still irritated that I have no time to run errands or take care of other things. As much as Cranky has been a fantastic virtual assistant (THANKS, CRANKY!), I need more than that. I need a second one of me.
I was planning on having Sunday to myself but late Friday night a friend called and wanted to know if I would go the opera with him for the Sunday matinee. Cosi fan Tutte - how could I resist? It was great, I loved it, but I was so tired it was all I could do to concentrate and not think about all the things I wasn't doing. Like buying gear for my upcoming Grand Canyon hike. I'm running out of time to buy new hiking boots and break them in before November 12. Yipes.
I did manage to buy a gallon of milk on my way home from the train stop. I love riding the new light rail. So do a lot of other people. It was packed both Saturday and Sunday, with many opera goers on the Sunday train. Super fun!
I'm leaving in a little bit to head up the mountain for a meeting in Flagstaff. There goes the rest of today and this evening. At least I'm not driving. I plan on sitting in the back and catching up on some reading. Thank goodness I don't get car sick.
Since I didn't do a Rocktober post yesterday (I pre-posted for Saturday already), I'll throw in two songs for today. The band is The The, or as I like to say, the The The. A guy I dated a few years ago introduced me to them and that's pretty much all I have to share by way of background info - and I need to get some work done before I leave so I'm not going to look up any more information. My apologies to anyone who is offended by my intentional lack of thoroughness.
Have a great day! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!
Can't dawdle long, have a lot to do and not much time left to do it. Yay, deadlines!
So here are my Rocktober entries for yesterday and today - and one for tomorrow just in case I can't get to my computer.
Since my calendar feels squished (what else is new, eh?), I'll play you some Squeeze.
HAPPY FRIDAY!
I'm not sure why I'm tired, I had plenty of sleep.
I had a great morning meeting at a great coffee shop. What I hate is stinking like a coffee shop for the rest of the day. Now I smell musty. It's driving me crazy. I may go to Macy's at lunch and buy new clothes. I need new clothes anyway. I'm feeling frumpy lately.
I've been asked to serve on a task force for the City of Phoenix Arts & Culture department. I kind of want to be on one for transportation so I can get them to change the timing of stoplights on Camelback Road. Even going the speed limit, you aren't able to get through any light on the green. I'm not sure if anyone ever makes it through more than one green light in a row. Let's get the traffic flow going, people!
I don't have much else to report. I'm tired, I'm busy and my desk is a mess. It's a bit hard to concentrate. I would take my work somewhere out of the office but I stink like old coffee grounds and I'm not going to subject anyone to that.
On to Rocktober. I can't say this is my favorite Tom Petty song, I like so many, but it's the one I'll pick for today.
What the heck - here's another one. I'm feeling generous.
It's been a damn good week out here in AmyLand. Full of friends and making amends. Life is good. The sun is shining and my house is clean.
I met a friend for a 5:30 a.m. workout this morning and it was great. I was back in my house at 6:30 and decided I had time to do the dishes from book club last night. Everyone loved my new chopsticks and the take-out Chinese food from the little place around the corner. I thought I wouldn't get to the dishes until tomorrow morning at the earliest.
I have a charity function tonight so I'm all dolled up - it's too much of a pain to go home first. So I think I'll take myself out to lunch at the nice restaurant across the street where all the suits from those buildings eat. I'll sit at the bar and read the paper and watch guys in ties go by. I love guys in ties. We're so casual out here it's not often you see that, but those buildings are chock full of lawyers and wheelers and dealers.
Headed up to Prescott tomorrow for Oktoberfest with no stress or anxiety on the horizon. Guy #3 gave me some good tips on how to score extra pours with the biermeisters. I'm really glad I sent him a note, even though he's full of shit on 'we both let it die on the vine'. Both? Eh, whatever. At least now I can walk around town without being paranoid about running into him.
I have a ton of work today and no meetings. w00t!
Because I'm feeling so obnoxiously gleeful, here's one of my favorite songs of all time. HAPPY FRIDAY!
Back in high school I developed an interest in all things Motown. I wanted to know more about this music that came from our big city of Detroit. Sure, I was a white farmgirl from out in the sticks, but I still felt attachment because it came out of Michigan and it was something to be proud of. And the music was fantastic.
From that interest, I know the reason Barry Gordy passed on Aretha Franklin is because her sister was better looking and he only wanted pretty girls around. Also, the backup musicians played for just about everyone, hence the "Motown Sound". (There's a movie about them that I need to put on my Netflix). They were very inventive in finding different sounds - a toy piano plinks out some notes on the Supreme's "I Hear A Symphony". Heavy chains are swung against the concrete floor to get a jingle-jangle sound on some tunes. It was fascinating stuff to a Motown newbie.
I also read that this is considered one of the best songs to ever come out of Hitsville, USA, a little house that's now a museum. I can't argue with that because The Four Tops are my favorite.
I mean Garbage the band, not the garbage floating around in my head.
This is another group discovered during that time in my life I refer to as The Dark Period. The songs full of anger, angst and bitterness were a good match for my psyche. The band was passing through Tempe and I snagged tickets for me and my Arizona BFF. They played a small outdoor concert to a few hundred people and I was loving it. Shirley Manson is fantastic live.
I still turn to their first album anytime I need to get a righteous rage going.
I woke up early and ran the Race for the Cure. It's always one big cluster...mess, which is why I only run it once every few years. I raised over $300 so that was cool, but I should have raised the money and then ran 3.2 miles on the track. It would have saved a lot of aggravation with crowds and people who don't pay attention.
What I love about the race:
- I met up with some of my friends, one of whom just had her first chemo treatment this week. She did the walk and while she was exhausted, she did the whole thing.
- I love seeing families out in support of loved ones.
What I don't like about the race:
- We're talking tens of thousands of people.
- Tens of thousands of people who can't pay attention. You always have the people with strollers and dogs lined up for the run, not the walk, when the rules expressly forbid both. Those of us running have to dodge and weave. One guy yelled out "THIS ISN'T A RACE!" to everyone surging past him and his stroller - which probably carried a dog - and I almost stopped and said, "Yes it is - says so right on your shirt. Race for the Cure. Besides, if you want to do the walk, line up for the walk and not for the run, dumbass." But I didn't.
At the race, my friend J asked if I wanted to go to the Cardinals game because he had an extra ticket. I told him to ask his wife but he said she didn't want to go. Joe's wife is a cold hearted shrew who hates nothing more than J's friends, J's job, J's dreams and aspirations, etc. I said there's no way she would let me go with him, he said it wasn't a problem. He called her and yes, it was a problem. Now all of a sudden she wants to go out of spite. He decided he didn't want to go because she was only going to be crabby - so he would give me the tickets.
Miss K and I stopped by to pick them up and he came outside to give them to us. I apologized for any marital strife all of this has caused and he laughed, "Oh, there was plenty of strife here already." They really need to work on a lot of things. I feel bad for them both. I've met her and tried to be nice, but she was nothing but hostile to me and every other one of us from our Leadership Institute class.
Now I'm back home from the game. Had a great time and I'm completely unmotivated to accomplish anything around the house. I may as well post my Rocktober song o' the Sunday.
There. Now I've done something. :-)
