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I love music. I think I need to put a caveat to this. I love music that moves me. I am not a music snob, in fact I’m sure I have horrible taste. And while I prefer to discover and listen to bands that I cannot find on the radio, I listen to most everything. I have only one criteria: Can I get lost in it?

I love music that transports my mind to my daydreams, or rather dreams, a sense of triumph or goals I want accomplish. You might be saying, dude it’s just a guitar. And you would be, in fact, correct. But I don’t hear that guitar, I hear the steady beat of the drums or maybe the hand claps. I am a beat driven person, if the beat pushes me and accelerates my heart rate, I’m in love.

Now, I’m quite sure that Hollywood and their movie montages set to song has probably ruined me. For when I’m not actually at work, or doing something responsible, and by myself I need the music to illustrate my mood. I am certain that listening to music that moves me during my former work days saved me from either being committed, or telling off someone or just quitting in an irrational fit of quarterlife crisis moods. Whether it was on my CD walkman (2000 – 2005) or ipod (2005 – present), finding those dreams through songs that moved me saved my sanity on the walk to the L, riding the Brown line smushed up against an agitated individual fuming they didn’t get a seat, on my walk to the office dreading what lay before me. It made me a runner actually, motivating me to just want to move my ass and get lost in my thoughts. It guided my long walks to undiscovered neighborhoods where I eventually moved. When I trained for a half marathon and found out our group runs forbid headphones, I thought my world would end. (It didn’t but running 12 miles without pacing my steps to drums sucked)

The secret to most of the music I adore the most is the inclusion of Strings. I flipping love strings and I wasn’t even in orchestra in school. (I played the saxophone, long story and it did nothing for me other than teach me how to cheat) Honestly, I think strings add SO MUCH to songs, that and hand claps but that’s pretty rare. I get so excited by strings that when I heard Metallica did a CD with the San Francisco Symphony Orchestra, I HAD to have have it, and I don’t even like Metallica and this was even post – Napster.

This last month being home as been hard, I’m sure you can tell that. I’m trying to stay strong and positive, but it is draining every ounce of out me. I had made a goal that I was going to get back on the exercise track and train myself to start running. Between just not wanting to do it and my lack of exciting music, that plan has gone by the way side. Until tonight. I’ve been making a list of songs that I wanted to download but on my continual unemployment binge, I’m about as frugal as Scrooge.

I have recently discovered a group called Vitamin Strings Quartet that has forced me to download a bunch of stuff. They are a group out of Vitamin Records and have recorded instrumental versions of a bazillion songs. Guns ‘n Roses? Foo Fighters? Journey? Flipping ENTER SANDMAN with a volin and cello?? HOLY HELL. Sign me up. It is so awesome that I immediately started making a mental list of songs I’d play during dinner at my wedding and the entrance song (What? Is this Another One Bites the Dust?? But it’s so pretty?!) and I am completely SINGLE and currently on track to be crazy cat lady for life. Honest. It does something to me.

The song that did me in is the VSQ’s cover of Paramore’s Hallelujah. I first heard it on this season’s So You Think You Can Dance‘s Top 4 dance (What? I said I listen to everything, also I watch everything and now I want Mia Michaels, choreographer, to be my best friend):

I will be out tomorrow, daydreaming and visualizing my future to the tunes of VSQ.

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So I have a teeny, nay, HUGE obsession with libraries. As in I want to live in one. I have yet to meet a library I didn’t like – okay, I take that back, the little Chicago public library on Melrose in Roscoe Village was tres disappointing… but I refuse to think it was awful, just not fortunate to have a large selection (of anything). The original library in my hometown probably started the love, it was an old YWCA converted in the early 20th century into the library . It was kind of dark, a little dingy, and cramped with so many books that it was difficult to stand in the aisles at some parts (which it is why it has long since moved to a more modern facility specifically built but not nearly as charming). My love was definitely cemented at my grandparents’ house when I discovered that there was more to my grandfathers’ den than a little TV and really uncomfortable couches – there were shelves of books!! And it only seemed to add to the history of the house, and I found myself spending time with my grandfather watching his beloved Opera, not for the love of it but because I loved being surrounded in a small room with all those books.

Why I am not a librarian – as my parents predicted I would be when I was two years old – I have absolutely no idea, but I figure I’ve got plenty of life to live for that. It also should be noted that on the same car ride as my prediction, they also predicted my little sister would be a professional wrestler because at the time I was content with my books in the car, she was thrashing them out of my hands. They clearly did not know their children well, as my sister is the most feminine thing ever and even works in fashion. Anyway.

My love pretty much exploded in middle school when I saw the Disney animated classic, Beauty and the Beast. It was there that I saw this:

I’m sure that there were millions of young girls who saw this movie and thought, Gee, Belle is so lucky because her beast turned out to be a handsome Michael Bolton looking prince! Whereas I thought, HOLY COW BELLE GETS TO LIVE WITH A LIBRARY!!

That was the day I decided that someday, someDAY, my prince will come in the form of a library of my very own in my house. I haven’t gotten rid of a book since. I have boxes at my parents house, of books that outgrew my bookshelves and are just waiting for that future home. I even chose to live in Rogers Park for crying out loud, mostly because of the low rent but MOSTLY because it had a built-in fireplace and 10 feet of bookshelves in the wall. It was glorious. Living there sucked, but the bookshelves were glorious.

So, last week I’m working in the Honors College here and I step into their library, as you do, to wrap up my student advising and notice that all the books on the shelves were for sale for 50 cents. I came home with a book of New Yorker short stories and three volumes of the Anthology of British Literature.

I might get around to reading them – although Beowulf has turned me off to anything remotely associated with British Literature – but I know they’ll have a good home… eventually.

It must be noted that I am not a freak for wanting a library, “the love is real and it is strong“, because everyone I tell this to, either has the same dream or totally gets it. However I do realize that basing the model of my dream off of a Disney movie could be misconstrued. I am so OK with that!


is Diana’s Bananas – babies.

Chocolate covered frozen bananas! We had them at work once for someone’s birthday and now someone makes sure they are stocked at all times.

They are beautiful and wonderful and only 6 grams of fat (not that I’m counting but I feel it justifies its’ awesomeness in some way).

My only challenge is to figure out how to get the banana to thaw a little without melting the chocolate. Placing it on a radiator is not the answer.

I just found out they have them in dark chocolate. HEAVEN. Seriously.

I found them at Dominick’s but their website says they are at Jewel too. Go get ’em!

yummy in my tummy!

Synopsis

musings and panic attacks of a Chicago girl embarking on a new life in Texas. Only it's not always June and it's not in song.

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