journeys of a restless mind

Musical Magic 8 Ball

I saw this over at Karen's, and it looked so fun I had to play.  Here's how it works.  Grab your iPod (or reasonable facsimile) and set it to shuffle.  Ask these questions aloud and hit play.  Answer the question with the title to the song, and NO CHEATING.

1) How does the world see me?
Free In You~Indigo Girls

Oh that world, it is so confused.

2) Will I have a happy life?
I Wanna Be Loved~Elvis Costello

3)What do my friends really think of me?
Lenguaje del Son~Ritmo y Candela

This translates as Language of the Son.  Son is a musical style, one of the roots of salsa.  I think this means that nobody understands what the hell I'm talking about.

4) Do people secretly lust after me?
Mucho Corazon~Luis Miguel

That means yes, very much, in their hearts.

5) How can I make myself happy?
(Who Discovered) America~Ozomatli

Just as I suspected.  There is no key to happiness.

6)What should I do with my life?
Fool~BoDeans

OK, fine.  I rescind the question

7)Will I ever have [more] children?
La Serenissima~Loreena McKennitt

We're going to interpret that as a big fat NO.

8)What is some good advice for me?
Que Te Vaya Bonito~Maria Dolores Pradera

"I hope things go well for you."  In other words, this thing isn't helping me at all.  Just sending me on my pretty way

9)How will I be remembered?
Mi Paloma Triste~Maria Dolores Pradera

As sad little dove?  Oh man, maybe I should start taking those anti-depressants.

10) What do I think my current theme song is?
Let's Just Get Naked~Joan Osborne

Alrighty then!

11) What does everyone else think my current theme song should be?
Let's Get It On~Marvin Gaye

Ha!  Obviously my iPod thinks I need to get laid.  Now if only the people in my life were thinking along these lines, I'd have it made.

12)What song will play at my funeral?
So Nice (Summer Samba)~Bebel Gilberto

Not nice that I'm dead, of course.  Right?  Right?

13)What type of men do I like?
The Carnival Is Over~Dead Can Dance

Guess I'm off to loiter about at the state fair, and pick up dudes.  See ya!

not entitled

Because of this post over at Granny Gets a Vibrator, I now have in my hot little hands a copy of bell hooks' Communion. This bit from the preface 'splains quite a lot:

All girls continue to be taught when they are young, if not by their parents then by the culture around them, that they must earn the right to be loved--that "femaleness" is not good enough.  This is a female's first lesson in the school of patriarchal thinking and values.  She must earn love.  She is not entitled.  She must be good to be loved.  And good is alwyas defined by someone else, someone on the outside. [p xii, emphasis mine]

How does one begin to define good for herself after so much time?  How does she find her authentic self underneath all those layers of what others have put on her; layers she has put on herself?  Will she be strong enough to face the pain of peeling them all off?

gyozo

Went down to Noodle Ranch for lunch today.  Felt so good to be outside and walking, the air warm, the first soft drops of rain cooling my cheeks.  Sometimes I think the only thing that is real is my body.

I know, I know

Everybody hates the black.  But I love it.  I love the way it makes my fotos look especially. So I'm changing it back.  I hope you'll find it in your hearts to read me anyway.  Or at least look at the pretty pretty pictures. 

Hey, and if you want to buy a printed, matted, signed, non-virtual foto, drop me a line.

I love the lipstick camellia blossoms everywhere on the ground these days.

another kitchen window foto

I can't decide if I should classify all my relationships with men as utter disasters, or exactly what I wanted. 

by the way

There's a new post up at doppio con panna if you're so inclined.