I found myself with a spare hour this afternoon in the Seattle Eastside 'burb of Woodinville, and decided to make a run back to the new Value Village thrift store there to pick up a few items that people wanted from the last time I was there! Of course, there were MORE strange goodies just waiting for me there! I love it. Please to enjoy!
Conversation sparkled, at a pretty nighttime party with
friends, drinking wine. Alone together in the kitchen, I asked him about his
daughter with the bubblegum-pink cheeks and braces on her legs, her time known to be
“Fine…you know, fine,” he said with a brief smile, until our
eyes met and locked. The room began to lurch and spin, a horrible swirling
tunnel forming around us.
“…How? How do you…?” I blurted, heartbroken.
stuttered, terrified, eyes pooling with tears.
Another joined us, laughing in anticipation of sharing a
good story, and we straightened up. No one could tell.
The best and brightest scientific minds have long been in agreement that global warming is the single greatest threat to the continuation of life on Earth. But just how long we have known that our unchecked atmosphere-destroying waste was an unfolding tragedy was unknown to me until I saw this today. Made by legendary director Frank Capra for Bell Labs in 1958, "The Unchained Goddess," in this just-over-a-minute-long film clip, is nauseatingly prophetic.
Imagine if we had listened, and imagine if we had taken it all seriously and done something about it back then, wrestling the beast who will kill us to the ground.
Five bands, two clubs, one night = FUN CITY! Your leetle foto fren, ME, stepped out on the town last night to see and hear a diverse buncha bands, hailing from Alabama and California and New York and good 'ol Seattle, and playing anything from space-surf instrumentals to minimalist garage rock. It was a good challenge to run up and down the stairs between the two clubs (Barboza is located in the basement of Neumos) and I did at least get to see something of all of them! Please to enjoy the photos, click to enlarge and go to Flickr for more! Do check these bands out, won't you?
You thought I found a weird PSA film yesterday? THIS ONE TOPS IT! In 1976, I, too, was a junior high school student, but we never had an alcohol use education film like this one, featuring Patches, a drunken St. Bernard dog. Yes, A HUGE DRUNK DROOLING DOG! This little movie is made extra-mega-awesome by intensely-'70s clothes, hair, and glasses, a 14-year-old girl sitting at a bar quizzing a bartender about alcohol contents, junior high kids drinking champagne at an African-American wedding, an animated sequence with "alcohol" vrooming through the body on a personal hovercraft wearing a German war helmet, tender folk songs about alcohol usage, and the science teacher bringing in a variety of booze into the classroom and announcing that if you drink rubbing alcohol. "you can destroy all the nerve cells in your body and maybe even go blind." PERFECT -- thank you, United States Department of Health, Education, and Welfare!! Please to enjoy!!
AAAHAHAHA! Aw, MAN. I tell you, sometimes you just come across something that makes you wonder, "WHAT were they thinking?" I've been doing a lot of old film footage digging for a project lately, and today I uncovered this gem, made by your pals at the United States Department of Health in 1977: "You In Public Service." This series was designed to entice people into working for Uncle Sam by explaining in a hyper-friendly yet slow-witted way how to function in the most basic ways in order to be a good American service lackey.
Now, before you judge me, Judgey McJudgersteinbergarama, let this fact be known: I am a pet fan, and have been so all my life. I have always had pets of one kind or another, take my animal ownership responsibilities seriously, and think other species are pretty darn awesome. But DAMN, have there been some HORRIFIC pop songs written about animals! I thought I might vent a few on you tonight, because catharsis is good. Get it? CAT-harsis?? AH HAHAHA! HA. Ha. Anyway, please to enjoy!
1. "The Lion Sleeps Tonight," The Tokens. I have seriously loathed this song all my life. It severely annoys me like few others. I think the whole "weee--eee--eeee-dee--eeee-eeeewweee-wwwee-eee-a-wee-dum-dum-dooway" or whatever the eff it is is pitched at a tone that instantly incites rage in me. And then the whole twee "weem-a-weh" thing and THEN the super-opera lady with the high notes, AIIEEEEE! I can remember getting very feisty in the car when I was really little over this, and INSISTING that the radio channel be changed NOW. Man. This sucks. Even hearing it for a couple moments putting this post up is upsetting me. I think the lion should wake up and devour anyone who sings this.
2. "Muskrat Love," The Captain and Tennille. Holy crap, just WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? I think the song was the straw that broke the camel's back for me in 1976, plunging me into a "music has died forever" teenage depression. People who like this, really actually like this, must live in homes choked with Precious Moments figurines and think little dogs with bulging, runny eyes and crooked teeth and huffing asthma who pee all over the house are "just so adorable." This is Satan's wedding march. Muskrats are gross.
3. "Rockin' Robin," Bobby Day. The version I knew was the one by the Jackson 5, but I hate them all. Tweet, tweet, twiddley dee...GOD, SHUT UP. It's like listening to someone using their finger on the lips to go "blubblubblubblub" while using their other hand to scratch their nails on a blackboard.
4. "Puff The Magic Dragon," Peter, Paul and Mary. Why do I hate this sweet children's tune? Because for most of my life it made me WEEP over poor rejected and abandoned Puff and his probable broken-heated demise. Weep big fat hot tears all over the place, wherever I was. THANKS, PP & M. THANKS A LOT, YOU MONSTERS.
5. "Crocodile Rock," Elton John. Not a big EJ fan ever, but this particularly got on my nerves. The "la la la la la" thing makes me frown automatically. Also, I am irritated by the too-easy rhyme of "croc" and "rock." Crocodiles do not rock. They are flat green huge-mouthed swamp-dwelling biting machines and have nothing to do with pseudo-'50s nostalgia.
6. "Dixie Chicken," Little Feat. Little Feat and The Band are indistinguishable to me: bland, unbearably dull Southern boogie hippies. Plus, the whole "Dixie" thing is suspicious, eh. Ugh.
7. "Puppy Love," Donny Osmond. I know I am exactly in the right age and gender demographic to have gone MENTAL over this Mormon cover of the Paul Anka hit, but I HATED it. The Osmonds voices sounded like buzzing mosquitos to me. Mosquitos covered in liquid sugar. Listening to it now, Donny sounds like, "OK, right, this'll be a hit, let's get this done, boys." Someone help me, help me please.
9. "Una Paloma Blanca," The George Baker Selection. Dear GOD. I can remember being TORTURED by this song on the long bus rides to and from junior high school. It's relentless, and sounds like a commercial for Kotex set to a polka beat. I could see this being used now in a very violent scene in a Quentin Tarantino film.
10. "Elusive Butterfly," Bob Lind. And finally, we will throw in an insect for good measure. Some of the worst lyrics ever here. Even as a kid I knew this was over the top. How's your Butterfly of Love doing now, Bob? Probably fled to Mexico.
Miss Ten has been quizzing me a lot this week on the nature of friendships, something I think a lot of girls her age begin to take more seriously as a measure of both the quality of their lives outside their homes, and of their perceived worth to others.
Miss Ten: Were you popular when you were a kid?
Me: Hmm...yes, I think so, maybe. At times. I never had any problems making friends, but sometimes my situations were such that I couldn't be as social or connected as I would have like to have been, or just didn't fit in very well with whatever was going on with a group. I wasn't the most popular person, but I got along with a lot of different types of people. It's a little hard to tell from my perspective now, I guess. I don't feel bad about anything at all. A lot of times I chose to be by myself.
Miss Ten: I don't know if being really popular is important.
Me: It isn't. It's not always a reliable indictor. I mean, you can be really popular and be the nicest person ever, or be really popular and be a total jerk.
Miss Ten: Uh huh. Why is that?
Me: Some people are very charming or talented or exciting to be around, but they don't treat people very well. Their friends put up with them because they feel more important to be close to them. It's weird.
Miss Ten: Yeah.
Me: It's most important that you are kind and thoughtful to your friends, and that they are kind and thoughtful to you. Then you can have fun and no one gets too mad!
Miss Ten: Ha ha!
So, I got to thinking after this convo that I might write down a list (because People Like Lists) of How To Have Really Great Friends. It took a lot of years to nail this one down, but I GOT THIS NOW.
1. You cannot have Really Great Friends -- and by that, I mean people who are amazing and loyal and interesting and supportive and add incredibly to your life -- if you are not already a Really Great Friend to yourself. Sorry, but this is true. This whole thing will inevitably get completely messed up if you have negligible self-esteem, are self-destructive, have all kinds of unprocessed emotional issues that vomit up and over onto others, or if you don't know what is good about you to share with the world. You don't have to be all shiny and perfect, but you must be your own quiet lil' Best Bud. Reasonable confidence and happiness within yourself is very attractive to other people, ya know. Just keep hacking away at that as best you can.
2. Don't be afraid to reach out first. You cannot win if you don't play, as they say, and as always, they are right. If you think someone is pretty cool, talk to them! If they are crappy to you, they are Not Cool, and you can move on. It's sometimes hard to get a new relationship off the ground because it's far more awkward as an adult to get to know someone than when you were sharing shovels in the sandbox in preschool. But give it a shot. You will be surprised how often the other person will be delighted that you are interested in what they have to say.
3. Keep an open mind. It's really important that friends share common interests and beliefs, but you don't need to surround yourself with clones...unless you are a terrific narcissist and in that case should just buy a bunch of mirrors and make kissy-faces at yourself at home instead. Having friends of all ages and lifestyles is tremendously enriching. All those different perspectives can broaden your worldview, and make you a better person for it. Don't automatically count someone out, unless they are Not Cool To You or a Massive Tool or Hitler. Don't be friends with Hitler is Lesson One.
4. Realize that having Really Great Friends is something you have to work at. It's incredibly easy to let friendships fall by the wayside -- we are all busybusybusy allthetime, and there are so many things that pull at our time and emotional bandwidth. But if you want to keep awesome people in your life, you have to honor the investment you have already mutually made, and keep checking in. Even if you only have a few minutes to send your pal a funny Photoshop or ask how the new job is going or set up a 20 minute coffee date, just do it. Do it, do it, do it. You will be glad you did.
5. Do not keep friends in your life who are Not Really Your Friends At All. I swear, a lot of people do not even recognize that they do not truly like ANY of their friends. None of 'em. They are just the people they ended up with -- the obnoxious neighbors or the good-for-my-career co-workers or people who never think of you in terms other than what you can do for them. Some of the aforementioned Not Friends are in the special subsection of Toxic Friends. These are the people that, after you've spent any time with them at all, leave you feeling worse for it: exhausted, sad, pissed off, confused, sucked dry, defeated. Make no excuses for these people, and don't think you can change them, either. Listen to me, you: CUT 'EM OUT. You don't have time to swirl the drain with those who think nothing of dragging you down with them. Spend your time with people who energize you, make you smile, make you think in interesting ways, and who warm your heart. Anything less is a waste. You got time to waste? Nah, me neither.
6. Golden Rule it. If you, with an open mind and kind heart, can extend what is good about you towards someone else, if you can help them to have a better day even in a small way, you will most often receive the same in kind. It is a bit of real magic, but it doesn't work if you keep tabs on what you think a friend "owes you" or that you should get a medal or something. Be nice just to be nice. It is not a race or a game. It's just...nice.
And that's what I know. I hope Miss Ten can bypass a lot of the heartache and confusion that so many relationships can produce, but if not, Ol' Mom is here to talk it out and make a cup of cocoa.
Everyone around here except ME has been getting colds; typical, I think with the change in seasons. Because I I I I I don't want to get sick, I find myself barking out orders to the kids: "WASH YOUR HANDS! COVER YOUR MOUTH! DON'T COUGH RIGHT IN MY FACE IN A CLOSED VEHICLE! USE A KLEENEX, GOD!!!" and things of this nature. I think it would be much more fun to just play this song by the late psychobilly musical pioneer, Screamin' Jay Hawkins. Please to enjoy this very silly song and STAY AWAY FROM ME, SICKIES!
shut your mouth when you sneeze don't put them funky things on me you even got your eyeballs closed i don't know what comes out your nose
shut your mouth when you brush your teeth i smell your gums you got rotten meat your face looks like you've just been beat I'll never sit next to you when you eat
A you're adorable B i believe you stand a chance A when the truth is really awful gee you look like a blown up mutant ant!
A you've got those huge baboon lips plastic surgery helped king kong's hips did you, oh did you hear what i said? a baboon knows that a monkey head
i wish i'd met you before you were born i could've changed your head for a corn but you have lived this way too long and now your folks don't want you to belong
shut your mouth don't try to talk you're just learning how to walk i dont know what you have got they call it this, i say jungle rot!
shut your mouth when you sneeze dont put them funky things on me you even got your eyeballs closed i dont know what comes out your nose
I think most mom-and-daughter relationships are a complex thing, all mashed up with fierce love, old baggage, and an ever-changing world to navigate together. To be truthful, I was relieved that my first child was a son and not a daughter, because at 29 years old, I worried that I had not yet worked out my own issues enough to avoid projecting them onto a mini-me. But at 40 and by then an experienced mom of two sons, I was up for the challenge of a daughter, and one handily arrived.
Miss Ten and I were driving in the car after school a couple of days ago, and rather randomly she asked me, "Are you my friend?" I knew the answer, but had to pause a moment to think of the right way to deliver it to her.
"Well...no, not exactly. We spend a lot of fun time together and like a lot of the same things and are very close, but I am your mom. That's a bigger thing than being a friend."
As I expected, she was disappointed by my answer. "So...you aren't my friend?" she replied sadly.
I looked at her in the rearview mirror for a second. "Oh, sweetie, what I am trying to say is that I am your friend, but I have many more responsibilities to you and commitments than a friend could or should ever have. Let me try to explain."
She sighed a big preteen sigh, and I continued."Think of our lives as one long race, going forward in a straight line, OK? There's a start and and an end. I've been running along the race path for 40 years ahead of you, but we are connected by this invisible line that can't be broken, even though we are so far apart and sometimes you can't see what I'm doing or understand what I am doing. Your friends, though, run right alongside of you. They give you fun and support, but they can also fall behind or go forward or run alongside someone else."
"OK. Let me try again. The bottom line is that you can have many friends over the course of your life, but they come and go. If you are lucky, you might have just a couple close ones you'll know all your life. That's just the way friendships go; they change over time, many times, for many reasons. But you have only one mom, and that never changes. No matter what, I will be there for you, even though I might seem far away at times. You might not always like some of the decisions I make regarding you, and you will be very upset with me at times. But I won't go away, even if you are mad at me. I will always be running the race with you, every single day, until I get to the end. I will try to do the best I can for you, and sometimes that means that I can't be your pal or your buddy. I have to be wiser and stronger, even if I don't want to be. And I can't expect for you to take on the adult responsibilities of being my friend, because that isn't fair or appropriate; it's too much to ask. There's a difference to our relationship that is just a lot more important than simple friendship, and I know that's a little hard to understand right now."
She sat in the backseat, quiet while the radio played. After a couple of minutes, she spoke again.
"Do you think we will always be able to have fun together sometimes? Do you think we will always live near each other?"
"I hope so. But no matter what, when we are together we can figure out cool stuff to do, even if it's just hanging out, huh?"
Woo hoo! I was super-excited to go to a brand-new Value Village thrift store here on the Eastside of Seattle tonight, and as always, went on the hunt for bizarre old album covers to share with you. PAY DIRT! Please to enjoy!
I...I just don't understand what Mr. Taylor is trying to say here. Is this anti-religion or pro-religion? Why is he bursting through the castle/church doors? Is he trying to stop a marriage? Is he late to the altar himself? Is he trying to apologize for wearing an ugly-ass tie and Chucks inside a house of worship? And what does this have to do with clones? I'm never going to be able to know, because I am never going to play this record.
I was a born music fan; this is indisputable fact, Jack. I don't remember a time when I wasn't absorbed by rock n' roll. I do remember, however, that I didn't fully get everything I musically took in, which is totally understandable since I was so tiny. Understandable, and funny, since many misconceptions reflected my very, very limited exposure to different ethnicities. Here are 15 things that I got so wrong:
1. I thought the title of the Beatles' "Paperback Writer" was really saying "Take the back right, sir," and had something to do with civil rights and black people riding buses.
2. I also thought "Paperback Writer" was by the Monkees.
I'm Marianne. I am in Seattle-ish. I like and make music and words and photos and coffee and have crappy eyesight, like every other blogger. I do freelance thingies for cool people and places every so often. I post here every single day.