Sunday, September 23, 2012

Mady and music

I've mentioned a few times in a few different posts that my sister takes it upon herself to "teach" me about music, because to her my music choices are inferior and nonsensical. We have similar music choices EXCEPT that I love the Beatles and Mady thinks they're overrated and a waste of time, I enjoy listening to some of Lady Gaga's musical contributions and random pieces of the music I grew up with that ranges from anything and everything from Neil Young to Britney Spears.
I think it's worth mentioning that my sister enjoys MANY of the same things that fall in this category; naturally, of course. What doesn't fall between Neil Young and Britney Spears? Not to mention that we have nearly identical childhoods. And yet, still my music taste is inferior to hers.
She's constantly discovering new music, and by new music I mean music that's new to her, not necessarily new to everyone or pop culture or whatever. This is something I've always admired about my sister. Her ability to continually branch out and discover new things and accept them if she feels they're worthy is something I lack at severely. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't have Brand New, one of my favorite bands or about a thousand other songs or artists that she's found and then introduced me to.

Her newest discovery is the singer Jeff Buckley who she listens to literally 24/7 now. And after listening to his music, she decided she wanted to find out if and when he was touring and whether or not she could see him... Cue rampant and intense depression for nearly a week when she learned of his death and then virtually everything about him that there is to know. 
I'm not gonna lie, based on what she's told me, it seems like he was immensely interesting and...cool. It's really tragic that he died so young and mysteriously. His voice alone is captivating; you can hear him singing from his soul and with passion that I think is really rare nowadays. As if that wasn't enough, his songs are incredibly beautiful. I literally can not stop listening to his song "Lover, you should've come over" even though I can't figure out what it's about. 
*Don't let my personal bias fool you. He has many good songs.  



At the end of the day, my sister and I may have musical disagreements (along with many others), but I respect her opinions and I hope with every fiber of my being that she continues to "show me the errors of my ways" even if I have no intention of changing, but every willingness to "learn." 
I mean really, what other 17 year old girls favorite band is Led Zeppelin and discovers and falls in love with a singer whose been dead almost her entire life? If you show me another one like her, I'll introduce you to 100 17 year old girls who don't know what Led Zeppelin is, band or otherwise. I know she feels like she sometimes grew up in my shadow, but I can't tell you enough how individual she is or how much she amazes me.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Wake me up when September ends

I hate the beginning of September; several days that have a negative connotation. I can tell you that my sister and I have agreed that I need to stop being friends with people whose birthdays are in September because it never seems to end well. I think about these days resentfully and with a lot of stress before they happen and once they're here, and I realize the world's not going to end-or have any real affect on me at all-I can let out a sigh of relief and let my thoughts go back to whatever. 
At least until 9/11 which seems to be the end of these days, but in its own way, it may also be the worst. I can tell you that I don't remember very much about 9/11/01 except that my class wasn't allowed to listen to the news broadcasts on the radio and were forced instead to pretend it was a normal day, instead of a national tragedy. This, I think is why I still have a hard time dealing with what happened in New York all those years ago. I can't imagine what it must have been like to be a helpless civilian watching what may very well have been the end of the world. At the time, I think I was too young, and too uninformed to truly understand the gravity of what was happening. How do you explain to a ten year old what a terrorist attack is, what's happened and what it means for the future? Especially when it seemed like that last question was the one on everyone's mind...



When I heard that NBC didn't observe the moment of silence to remember 9/11, I was sad and disgusted. People still put out flags and observe D-Day which happened nearly 70 years ago, and a news network, of all things, can't observe a moment of silence for the worst terror attack in US history which happened a mere 11 years ago??? Seriously? Maybe it's just me, but it seems like 9/11 is a day for respect, no matter how many years have gone by, or what pop culture might find currently but temporarily important. 
I know I can already feel my cynical scrooge-ish version of myself coming out for the holidays, and I know this year is going to be especially hard because of the loss of my grandmother. Maybe I'm negatively biased to this situation, but it makes me nauseous and hate humanity and the looming holidays more than I normally already do.

Friday, August 10, 2012

10 for 10

I've been having problems coming up with an idea for a post lately. Especially with the Chik-fil-a post last month, and looking back at the summer as a whole I've been feeling really cynical and depressed. I mean really, the most stressful summer (possibly ever) both personally and generally; who could've expected that we'd have massive wild fires and a horribly tragic shooting within a few short months? 
So I came up with the idea to search the internet and find some inspiration. And as I expected, results soon followed. Pinterest did not fail me (as it rarely does) and offered this little gem:


Where do I start? I'm not gonna lie, this might not be the first time this paper is visited in my bloggery. Not a word, but it's done. By the way, while we're on the subject, what are "two smileys" (day nine) and am I the only one who doesn't know?
Anyway, I'm not sure where to start, so I'll just do the first one. I'm not going to name the people, but I hope they know who they are, even though a couple are for people who are deceased. They're all people who mean something right now, and these are the things I would like to say now no matter how things are or will be.

10 things I would like to say to 10 different people:

1. Thanks for always being there with an open ear and a ready willingness for a distracting pointless adventure. With everything we've been through and the many years we've been friends, I know I could count on you for anything. You're the best best friend anyone could ask for. I really owe you more than I could even begin to repay and words would always leave me short when expressing thanks for you and everything you do.

2. There's something about growing up with someone that allows you to become closer to them in ways that no one else could, or no one would understand (not that it could be explained). Obviously it doesn't matter anymore. You're never going to admit or even understand why I couldn't be around the little girl I used to consider a sister, who eventually became someone who found herself in the back of a cop car or in a court room for things that never should've happened and wouldn't have if the little girl hadn't tried to grow up too soon. I couldn't make you understand that, even though I would always be there, I would rather not have to be and you couldn't respect me or my family enough to try. That's really what it comes down to: I couldn't be there for you and a lifestyle I didn't support, and I could never count on you to be there for me (not that I ever gave you a reason to be). We grew apart. We moved on and you used me and our friendship against me, and it needed to stop. I hope you've found the person who could be all the things I wasn't, and I hope they take care of you. 
I miss you still, the person I grew up with who was more like another sister than just a friend, but I can't even say you're name without feeling like I've just said the foulest word there is. I told you not to respond, not just because I didn't want to hear your side-I'll admit, that was a small part of it- but it was mostly because when people stop being friends, communication stops. At least that's what I've heard, maybe I'm doing it wrong. But the point was that I thought you deserved an explanation, and I deserved the end. Two birds, one stone. I'm not sorry for the things I did or said, and I don't regret it. I would do it again tomorrow without so much as a breath of hesitation. I just hope, despite everything, that wherever life takes you; you find good friends, success in whatever you do and happiness always. 

3. Thank you for listening when I needed a mothers opinion, just not my mothers. Thanks for always being genuinely interested and assuring. It really helped me keep whatever bit of my sanity I have left.

4. You're awesome, and he's a jerk. Forget him and remember all the other people around you who care about you. 
I appreciate you and our friendship and how supportive, sympathetic and funny you are when I need it most, but don't know it. Thanks for letting me be myself and discover new things at the same time. I know you'll accomplish great things, even unintentionally. 

5. No, I don't regret it. Yes I still think about you (rarely and fleeting) and the way things were but things will never go back to being that way again. It's better this way, trust me. I don't miss you and I would bet serious money that you think that the last time we talked I lied. Which explains everything, in ways that I never could. Actions speak louder than words. By the way, Marilyn Monroe got it right: things fall apart so better things can fall together. Anyway; peace out, good life, etc.

6. It's true what they say, you know: you never really appreciate what you have until it's gone. I feel like I wasn't even old enough to understand how much you had to offer in wisdom, cooking, and a humble yet graceful classiness- like keeping in touch with like a bazillion people over a lifetime- until the last few years. And by then, between working and school I was lucky to get one weekend to come and see your radiantly loving face. I miss you, I still can't believe you're gone. I went to an antique mall the other day with mom and dad and found a make-up compact that looked like it came straight from your dresser. I almost couldn't hold back the emotions I felt in that trapped setting. I have a feeling I haven't even begun to feel how devastating losing you is. If I gain even an iota of your personality, wisdom, or capacity for love, I'll consider myself and my life an incredible success. I love you to pieces.

7. Growing up is hard but I want you to know that I'll be there for you (like the Bon Jovi song) if ever, whenever you need: disney marathon, Jenna Marbles reference, shoulder to cry on, tidal wave, whatever (you better get the movie reference). I know you're going to go out to do great things. But remember: A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing. -George Bernard Shaw. You're going to make plenty of mistakes along the way, but that's part of life. I know that even when life seems to be you're biggest enemy, you'll find a way to find the cure for cancer and write a best-selling novel.
Keep teaching me about good music, but let me have the crappy stuff I love too. I will never ever be able to tell stories the way you do. I get lost retelling a knock, knock joke. You're everything I'm not, but you're also my best friend. You're my best friend, worst enemy, greatest adversary, sidekick, teacher, listener, and hero. You're the best. Seriously. The best. Don't ever ever forget that. Or I'll remind you- I will. I love you.

8. I really owe so much to you. You were the best coach in mischief, love and growing up: that even a losing game deserves a tight hug. You taught me so much about appreciating the people around you, without even physically being present. You also taught me life isn't fair but pride and humility are important, even if it doesn't seem like there's a lot to be proud of, and that humility is a complicated but necessary art to master. That respect is earned, letting your emotions surface is ok sometimes, and to never let your enemies see how much they really affect you. 
I wish you were still here, I miss you so much. There was so much more for you to give, but I'm certain we'll see each other again. Until then, I find you in the things around me like the smell of cigarettes and coffee, striped polo shirts, black arm tattoos, white side-burns, deep reclining armchairs, golf courses, Elvis Presley songs and John Wayne movies. xoxo

9. Where do I start? Seriously, is it just me, or does it seem like there's been more in the last few months than in all the time we've known each other? I could never be mad you, especially for something that isn't your fault. We've never fought in all the time we've known each other, and I don't have any plans of changing that. :) Let's keep the drinking and laughing thing going, ok? I really missed you while you were gone, please don't do that again (at least for a while).
P.S: I went home and realized your dog is like literally, just like you. Think about it.

10. Thank you for your patience, understanding and silliness. Oh, and the stickers. Thanks for the stickers. :) It's been great to have something I can distract myself with without judgement that I've always respected and wanted to learn. I wouldn't have been able to accomplish all the progress thus far without you and all the support you give me. Can't wait for more great lessons, impressive progress and gold star stickers.



Monday, July 30, 2012

(Probably) The most political post I'll write.

OK so I know my small opinion is not going to matter to very many people (if anyone), but I feel like I need to get this off my chest. So here goes: I find The Chick fil a controversy laughable. There, I said it.

At the end of the day, the First Amendment is there so that these situations can be brought up. And thank God for that. People have the right to say what they want despite whatever may come of it. 

 Despite the fact that I know that my opinion is going to be soon forgotten, I just want to say that I don't care what a person's sexuality is. I don't think it's fair to judge someone for something that's so deeply a part of them, it unchangeable. And by the same token, judging someone for who they are not only shows ignorance, but allows you to be judged as well. To me, the way I live my life and the decisions I make are no more anyone's business than it's my business who people want to marry or spend their spare time with in general. As far as I'm concerned, as long as you're a contributing member of society who isn't endangering anyone (namely small children), you could marry a rock if it's what you want. 


I grew up in Catholic school so I was taught the exact opposite of what I actually believe on most things. I was taught to believe in things that quite frankly, embarrass me today. Ignorance may be bliss but it's also a hindrance worse than blindness. I'm sorry if this offends anyone but it's how I feel. I'm not bashing anyone for their beliefs, I'm just saying there are always going to be people that do and say and believe things that you disagree with, it's part of life.

It's 2012 and people are getting upset because a Southern Baptist fast food chain that isn't even open on Sundays, shared a very predictable view on a controversial issue. They're probably pro-life too. I know, take a moment to get over your shock. It's too bad more CEOs don't come out and share their opinions so people can see the truth that obviously escapes them in their daily lives.


Despite my very strict and traditional upbringing, I haven't been to church in years, and I think the only thing that could make me go back is a funeral. I really don't think going to church makes you a good Christian, or even a good person. I stopped going because I had to separate myself from everything I wasn't anymore. I went to public school and felt my eyes open to the world around me and never wanted to live in a haze again. I don't consider myself to be a good person or a bad person for the things I've done or the decisions I've made. But I never felt closer to God or my faith (or whatever you want to call it) than when I was free to make my own decisions about it instead of having them shoved down my throat. 



If people want to boycott Chick fil a for being honest about their beliefs (something that is a tribute to their rights), that's their right as well and their business. But the judgement needs to stop. It's what's caused this problem from the beginning. You're telling me that you're mad at Chick-fil-a for expressing their views because it rivals yours? Seriously? It's just a never ending cycle of hypocrisy and judgement. At some point something's gotta give or we'll be in this same old barbaric trap forever.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

7/20/12

It's taken me a few days to realize the gravity of what happened the night of July 20th, 2012.  Especially after aging my mom beyond anything else I've ever done: I went to that premiere but didn't tell her what theater I was at and she was watching tv as the story broke at 2:30 in the morning. It's a miracle she has her sanity and a full head of hair after worrying until 3:15 when I finally got back to my phone and returned her text and 8 missed calls. After getting off the phone and telling the friends I was with what happened, they texted/called their parents to let them know they were ok too and then we turned on the tv. A scene of terror and confusion met our eyes and overwhelmed us. The shock and nausea that followed seemed like a looming cloud for days.

I remember when Columbine happened but was too young to understand the true depth of it. Of course, I was old enough to understand when it was Virginia Tech, and found myself so interested in this particular phenomenon that I wrote a paper on it for my college English class. Even after all the research and the time I spent on that paper, I can honestly tell you I still don't understand why these things happen. It's completely unnecessary and senseless, and I'll never know what to say about it other than that it's a tragedy I can never pray enough that it never happens to me or someone I know or love.

It seems like no matter how tragic these things are they have an inexplicable way of bringing people and communities together. Not that this makes it acceptable or is supposed to be some sort of consolation. In all the hoping that something good would come of this, it seems like someone heard those prayers: Christian Bale visits victims of Aurora shooting, as well as the president's visit and the outpouring of support from around the city to the nurses, police officers and victims. 

As awful as shootings are, the human spirit has a way of mimicking a pheonix and rising out of the ashes and enduring. Hopefully the rest of the year gets better than the summer Colorado has had this year.

 




Here's something to make you laugh after the post that leaves me teary eyed and breathless:




BAT DOG!!!! 

AKA Bentley, the most adorable, grumpy-faced part of my summer.

 











Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Why am I the one

Recently, I had a confrontation with someone who I used to be very close to. And unexpectedly, right around the same time I discovered a new song that I find myself empathizing with wholeheartedly.


When I listen to this song, sometimes I feel like I'm the singer and then sometimes I feel like I'm the one the song is about. When I first heard it, it made me sad, but as I've listened to it more and more, it's made me realize that life is what you make it. Even though it's only been a week, I feel like had that awkward moment not happened, it would've taken me a lot longer to make this discovery. I wish I could thank the people that would otherwise be considered mistakes or wastes of time to make me and my life what it is today...
As my best friend's birthday approaches, I'm reminded of everything it took for her and I to still be best friends today. This song forces me to evaluate things the way they are now, and even though that seems to have a negative connotation to it, I promise it doesn't. I am so lucky to have a very good relationship with my sister, and two of the best friends anyone could ask for.
Despite everything that happened in the last year or so, I feel like I'm finally finding the way things should've been all along. And I have a feeling that while it's always subject to change, at least I know I have people who will support and understand me, even if it took a song, and a potentially negative moment to realize it.

"Or go on, go on, go on, if you were thinking that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff
For once, for once, for once, I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff"

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

A quiet July 4th, for good reason

I love the fourth of July. It's easily one of my favorite holidays, even as a kid it was a close second to Christmas and my birthday (which were naturally tied for first). It's a fantastic day in the middle of the summer filled with parades, barbeques and for us as kids, anything from sack races to carnival rides and of course lots and lots of fireworks. Even now as I type this I'm reminded of those sweet blissful childhood adventures on July 4th.  
This year, however, is going to be relatively quiet. We're not going to Nebraska or South Dakota to celebrate with family and all the wonderful things I listed above. And while I have a grocery bag (or two) hidden in my room and full of unused fireworks ready to go, I won't even be able to enjoy them because of the tragically devastating fires.








 

Trust me, if there's anyone who is bummed about a lack of pyrotechnics today, it's me. But it makes me sick to think that there are people praying they have a home to go to at the end of the day, every day for the nearly 3 weeks now, and people are complaining openly about not being able to light fireworks today. And this is only the Waldo Canyon fire in the pictures and video, there are about 10 others to worry about as well...
Incident Type Unit Status Acres Updated
Pine Ridge Wildfire Grand Junction Field Office Active 13920 07/04/12
Little Sand Wildfire San Juan National Forest Active 24850 07/04/12
Waldo Canyon Wildfire Pike and San Isabel National Forests Active 18247 07/04/12
Weber Wildfire San Juan National Forest Active 10133 07/04/12
High Park Wildfire Arapaho & Roosevelt National Forests / Pawnee National Grassland Active 87284 07/04/12
Treasure Wildfire Pike and San Isabel National Forests Active 420 07/02/12

Lightner
Wildfire San Juan Field Office Active 90 07/01/12
Flagstaff  Wildfire Colorado State Forest Service Active 300 06/30/12
Springer Wildfire Pike and San Isabel National Forests Active 1145 06/24/12

Sunrise Mine
Wildfire Uncompahgre Field Office Active 5742 06/07/12

Hewlett Fire
Wildfire Arapaho & Roosevelt National Forests / Pawnee National Grassland Active 7685 06/06/12
>>The information in this table was found here: http://www.inciweb.org/state/6/

I can't even imagine what it must be like to be told you're forced to evacuate your house because of a fire, and to grab the important things as fast as possible. I've thought about it a lot lately, but I still have no idea what I would grab... I know I would for sure get the quilt Lyla made me, the bear from my grandfather whose now deceased, and the bear that was my mom's as a child, the important papers I have in a portable chest, Oskar (my cat), my books and laptop, some clothes and maybe my keyboard and music if I could. But other than that... 
It's something I try not to spend too much time dwelling on, but with everything that's happened this summer, I really can't help it. I wish I could give a huge donation to the Red Cross for everything they're doing. And I really wish I could make the people who are upset about the lack of fireworks ogling find that there are other things that matter so much more than what happens after dark today. The fourth of July is meant to be a day of celebration for the freedom we have and a sense of patriotism, but to me, today should be an early Thanksgiving. 
Besides, fireworks can be easily replaced with the America's Funniest Home Videos marathon in your house, surrounded by the people you love. At least that's what I'm doing.