Friday Life Updates

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OOF. My ass is tired.

The busy season at work started and I have managed to completely fail my own personal challenge to blog every day. It is seemingly such a simple challenge but sadly I have not yet been successful. But I’ll keep trying like a good little overachiever and hopefully one day it will be as natural a task as anything.

I suppose the good news is that I’m really busy at work. The better news is that I’m busy at work and really enjoying it too, which means I’m not seeking out distractions or trying to procrastinate by blogging.

But let’s attempt a little update on general goings on in my little world, shall we?

First and most important – I saw Hozier in concert at the Masonic in Nob Hill.

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And let me tell you, he was as amazing, as humble, and as intoxicating as I hoped he would be. The first time I heard Take Me To Church on the radio I had to pull my car over to listen to it because I was so taken with it. That might sound dramatic but so few songs these days are substantial, and this one, and Hozier, spoke to me from the very first note. Seeing him in concert and hearing the full breadth of his collection of songs only cemented the fact that I know my musical soul mates when I hear them. Hozier has desperation in his lyrics that I can honestly only compare to Leonard Cohen. They’re meaty and gritty and so honest that they pain you and inspire you at the same time. At 25 years old, he writes of death and damaged love like old friends, and I can only imagine how much deeper those lyrics will go as he gets older.

SWOON.

Clearly, I’m taken with him. Not want to run away and have a love affair taken, but rather a passionately wanting to sit on your bed while you sing to me until I’m ready for you to stop kind of taken.

In OTHER news, we had a work event at The Slanted Door in San Francisco and after trying an array of appetizers I now MUST go there for dinner. How I’ve never been before, I’m not quite sure, but dear God the food is good. If you’re ever in SF, do your best to make a reservation and try it. With the amazing food and perfect view of the Bay Bridge, the experience really can’t be beat for any tourist or local.

In what can only be ridiculous news, I competed in my first Irish dancing feis / competition (as a grown up) and placed first in two of my dances (second in the other two). Look at my pretty medals:

first place bitches

first place bitches

It was a bizarre experience and brought back a lot of weird memories from being 8 years old and doing the same thing, with practically the same steps. I still don’t quite know how I feel about it. I know competing is the only real way for me to improve, but the environment still makes me feel unsettled. My next feis is June 6th and I’ll be dancing the same steps and hopefully doing just as well if not better. Eventually, after enough medals, I can learn new steps and start really improving. But so much of it depends on the smallest technical improvements, so it’s a long road. But damnit if I am not committed!

Other random updates – my work has organized a staff volunteer day at the Oakland Zoo. I will be working in the Education department (surprise!) and from what I hear it’s a pretty fun day. Last year apparently the education group made puzzles for the monkeys to play with. Time well spent. Hopefully I can take a few photos and blog about it in a few weeks.

I also get to spend a long weekend (working) at Silverado Resort in Napa this August. I know it’s WORK but if you have to work, why not do it from a serene setting like Napa?

I suppose that’s it for now. More blogs, recipes, and the like to come after things settle down a bit.

I’m gonna go fall down now.

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Lyrics of the Day

Promotional studio portrait of American rock group Foreigner, 1977. (L-R): Lou Gramm, Ian McDonald, Al Greenwood, Mick Jones, Dennis Elliot. (Photo by Hulton Archive/Getty Images)

Promotional studio portrait of American rock group Foreigner, 1977. (L-R): Lou Gramm, Ian McDonald, Al Greenwood, Mick Jones, Dennis Elliot. (Photo by Hulton Archive/Getty Images)

It’s night, again
Time for my mind to go wandering
Off on a journey, through space and time
In search of a face I can never find
So I close my eyes and look insideI can’t forget
The night that I saw her we never met
She felt so close to me as I reached for her hand
She drifted away like the desert sand
It was her and she was gone

I wish she’d come back tonight
Like a star shining bright
I don’t know where she’s from

She’s like a girl on the moon
A girl on the moon
She’s like a girl on the moon
A girl on the moon

Yeah it’s night, once again
And that same old feeling is setting in
It all seems so familiar but I hope this time
That the girl on the moon will soon be mine
All mine, tonight

Am I asking too much
Should I leave my dream untouched
Should I even know where she’s from

My, girl on the moon
She’s my girl on the moon
Girl on the moon
My girl on the moon
Girl on the moon
My girl on the moon
Girl on the moon
Girl on the moon
Girl on the moon
Fille sur la lune
Girl on the moon
Fille sur la lune

Girl on the Moon, Foreigner

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Lyrics of the Day

sia1
I love you so
Wanna throw you from the roof
The pressure builds
Wanna put my hands through you
I’ll squeeze you tight until you take your last breath
Loving you to death
Loving you to death

The pressure’s rising I won’t make it through tonight
This love immortal is an assassin’s delight
Just blow me up or run me down or cut my throat
And when it’s time for you to die

Detonate me
Shoot me like a cannon ball
Granulate me
Kill me like an animal
Decapitate me
Hit me like a baseball
Emancipate me
Free the animal
Free the animal

I love you so I’m putting you in quicksand
You take your chances when you kiss the hit-man
The animal’s inside of this infinite jest
Loving you to death, loving you to death

The pressure’s rising I won’t make it through tonight
This love immortal is an assassin’s delight
Just blow me up or run me down or cut my throat
And when it’s time for you to die

Detonate me
Shoot me like a cannon ball
Granulate me
Kill me like an animal
Decapitate me
Hit me like a baseball
Emancipate me
Free the animal
Free the animal

Murder me, ruin me
Look what you do to me
Beautiful pain baby
Pour acid rain on me
Kill me with your loving
Kill me with your loving
I’ll slice you and dice you
Like sugar and spice
I’ll do all that you want me to be
I’m a beast
And I’ll kill you with my with my loving
I’ll kill you with my loving

Detonate me
Shoot me like a cannon ball
Granulate me
Kill me like an animal
Decapitate me
Hit me like a baseball
Emancipate me
Free the animal
Free the animal

Free the Animal, SIA

 

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Lyrics of the Day

Hozier-image

Our head was warm,
My skin was soaked.
I called your name ’til the fever broke.

When I awoke
The moon still hung.
The night so black that the darkness hummed

I raised myself.
My legs were weak.
I prayed my mind be good to me.

An awful noise
Filled the air.
I heard a scream in the woods somewhere.

A woman’s voice
I quickly ran
Into the trees with empty hands.

A fox it was,
He shook afraid.
I spoke no words, no sound he made.

His bone exposed,
His hind was lame.
I raised a stone to end his pain.

What caused the wound?
How large the teeth?
I saw new eyes were watching me.

The creature lunged.
I turned and ran
To save a life I didn’t have.

Dear, in the chase
There as I flew
Forgot all prayers of joining you.

I clutched my life
And wished it kept.
My dearest love I’m not done yet

How many years
I know I’ll bear
I found something in the woods somewhere.

In the Woods Somewhere, Hozier

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Lyrics of the Day

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There once was a writer
He liked to write songs
He had the eyes of a fighter
Never did nobody wrong

He then became a lover
The day he found his heart
In the words of a hooker
Who walked the cold streets after dark

She said
Where d’you think your going with that look upon your face
Nowhere for you
He said
I’m going nowhere, would you like to come too
He said I’m going nowhere would you like to come too

So they made love by a streetlight
While the raindrops washed their sin
And as he trespassed into her life
Well she fell in love with him

While touching her face
Looking for a love
He began to kiss her eyes
But at the taste of a tear drop
He heard the lady say goodbye

So he said
Where d’you think your going with that look upon you face
Nowhere for you
She said I’m going nowhere would you like to come too
Yeah
She said I’m going nowhere
He said I would love to come with you

Once Upon a Street, Jack Savoretti

 

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Lyrics of the Day

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The walls of this hotel are paper-thin
Last night I heard you making love to him
The struggle mouth to mouth and limb to limb
The grunt of unity when he came in
I stood there with my ear against the wall
I was not seized by jealousy at all
In fact a burden lifted from my soul
I heard that love was out of my control
A heavy burden lifted from my soul
I heard that love was out of my control

I listened to your kisses at the door
I never heard the world so clear before
You ran your bath and you began to sing
I felt so good I couldn’t feel a thing

I stood there with my ear against the wall …

And I can’t wait to tell you to your face
And I can’t wait for you to take my place
You are The Naked Angel In My Heart
You are The Woman With Her Legs Apart
It’s written on the walls of this hotel
You go to heaven once you’ve been to hell

A heavy burden lifted from my soul
I heard that love was out of my control

Paper Thin Hotel, Leonard Cohen

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Lyrics of the Day

baker

I took one look at you
That’s all I meant to do
And then my heart stood still

My feet could step and walk
My lips could move and talk
And yet my heart stood still

Though not a single word was spoken
I could tell you knew
That unfelt clasp of hands
Told me so well you knew
I never lived at all
Until the thrill of that moment
When my heart stood still

I took one look at you
That’s all I meant to do
And then my heart stopped right there

My feet could step and walk
My lips could move and talk
And yet my heart stood still

Though not a single word was spoken
I could tell you knew
That unfelt claps of hands
Told me so well you knew
I never lived at all
Until the thrill of that moment
When my heart stood still

My Heart Stood Still, Chet Baker

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