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Tuesday, 17 November 2009

  • Country

    I admit it.  I like country music.

    I don't only listen to country music, but these days, it seems to be the only thing going for the radio.  Country and NPR and the old school music on FM 93.5.  What gives with music these days?  Why is nothing that good?  Why are all the songs starting to sound like one another?  Music is going the way of movies where originality is missing, so we've got samples and covers of what was once good. 

    I will not claim a sweeping knowledge of artists and songs.  I just know what my ears pick up, and geez, they're not loving the radio these days.  Why do we keep playing out the same songs?  With all the artists in the world, I can't believe we can't manage a steady stream of good songs for a few hours before repeating a song. 

    I know people request the same songs, and that's another problem.  It's like eating the same thing day in and day out.  First of all, that's BORING.  Secondly, we miss out on something fresh.  Something we might love just as much or more. 

    Maybe I will tire of the country stations when I become familiar with the rotation of songs, but for now, it provides a welcomed escape from the mundane.  There should be a station that only plays music from unsigned individuals, like those featuring themselves on youtube or something.

    Until then, I hold fast to pandora, country, talk, and the old school ('cuz it's so cool).

Thursday, 12 November 2009

  • Single Dining

    Have you ever noticed that when you dine alone, you become invisible?

    Case in point, I was dining alone on Pine for lunch and the wait staff were gathered nearby and chatting up a storm.  I learned that one just acquired a new very wealthy sister-in-law.  While it would be her brother and sister-in-law with the wealth, this person felt perks would be coming her way too.  Free stays in Portland, for instance.  Apparently, this new sister-in-law is slated to inherit 25% of a very large fortune.  Not to mention the checks she gets in the interim.

    I heard about wanting cookies and the need to go home to make them.  I heard about trying to save them, but good luck, there might not be any left for tomorrow.

    If I had more people in my dining party, the wait staff wouldn't be gathering within earshot.  As far as they were concerned, no one was sharing the space.

    I dine alone enough to know that people really don't watch what they say around lone diners.  Maintaining the ambiance is for the masses, and loners don't cause ripples.  We eat, we pay, and we're out.  I personally get my entertainment from these conversations.  Imagine what you say when you think no one is listening.  That's the sort of thing you often get to hear as a lone diner.

    On another semi-related note:  I really hate when the restaurant isn't crowded and the host says, "Just one?  Would you like to sit at the bar?"  No, actually.  I'd like a table with the best view and the most comfortable seats.  Bonus for the ability to people watch and eavesdrop.  ;)


Tuesday, 27 October 2009

  • Zephyr. Zephyr, be damned.

    There's a wind howling outside, and it's not messing around.  Her hair whipped around in the wind dancing in rhythm with the ferns along the sidewalk.  She felt the icy chill of the wind down to her bones, yet did nothing to warm up.  The cold suited her mood well and she welcomed the sudden shift in the weather.

    Dirt an debris were swept up in the commotion, swirling then suspended, suspended then gone.  Cars sped by unchanged and just as careless.  Blue washed away from the sky and everything was left in gray.  Even the people looked devoid of vibrancy and color.

    She walked on, fighting the pressure of the wind to bend her will.

Friday, 23 October 2009

Saturday, 10 October 2009

  • Aftermath

    The normal zizz of nearby conversations hurt her ears like the roar of a jet launch.  She felt that any moment the rumbling would metastasize from her head to her stomach and bring up the little part of breakfast she was able to consume.  She had hoped getting out for some breakfast would make her feel better, but the clatter of the kitchen and the screams of her neighboring foodies only worsened her symptoms.  She politely asked for the bill, paid, and quickly raced out of there.

    The cool air and the quiet of the sidewalk just outside the door immediately brought a wave of peace.  Under the mask of the noise inside, she hadn't realized the jackhammer trying to split open her skull.  As she walked to her car--thankfully--even that pain ebbed.

    Suddenly, the overwhelming desire to be wrapped up in a cloud of down within her cool, cavernous room hit her.  She used her last bit of energy to drive home.

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