Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Spindrift - Tuesday Edition

1) Listening recently to the local rock radio station’s “A-to-Z” compilation, in which they play their whole library (pretty much) in alphabetical order over about 10 days of airtime, I heard a sort of glitzy 80’s-style pop ballad come up - not really my kind of tune.  But as I listened during the boy’s bathtime, I advised him with loving sternness: “You may not like this song [I didn’t, but there was no reason to think that he didn’t] but that makes no difference.  It’s ‘A to Z,’ so you have to love it.  You have to love it even if you don’t like it because it is everything, and you have to love everything.” This, if I can accept it in my heart, will be my mantra.  At least until I can think up a better one.  I mean, “Come On Eileen” is not a basis for a healthy worldview, even if it is an allegory for broader acceptance of Bhutatathata.

2) I’m enjoying (but not learning much) from this season of Amazing Race. However, I have learned the phrase “Peace Out, Cub Scout” and that is worth every minute I’ve invested so far.  Also, I learn that the network’s web page dedicated to the team most recently eliminated from the race is called the “Elimination Station.” I intend to post this phrase on every public restroom I can find, as well as all facilities capable of, though perhaps not intended for, such purposes.  I’ll start with the coffee rooms on every floor of this building and see if I can start anything. Elimination-wise, I mean.

3) Anu Garg’s word of the day: Titivate.

My Word of the day: Forb. 

My favorite forbs, from here: fringed onion, rough pigweed, raceme pussytoes, littleaf pussytoes, showy milkweed,heart-podded hoary cress, musk thistle, stalk-podded crazyweed, soft bush pea.

That is all.  You may now proceed with Tuesday, and don’t forget to titivate that crazyweed!

A couple of years ago, I was driving a friend’s then 7 year old to a party. I was playing Cesaria Evora and after a minute the little girl said, “Tricia? Can you turn that off? I don’t understand it. I don’t like it.” So I turned it off, though not happily. Flash forward to a couple of weeks later, while babysitting I was playing Evora again while the girls and I read a book. Thinking it was interrupting my awesome rendition of whatever I was reading, I turned off the music. That was followed by the six year old asking, “Why did you do that? Put it back, please?”

If I’m ever fortunate enough to have kids, I’d want my kids to be like the six year old. Because I’m greedy like that.

Also, dude. I didn’t know you watched Amazing Race! Think of all the recaps we’ve missed?!? For shame. Alsoly squared. Charla gets on my last ever loving nerve. I do not *heart* her.

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