“The funny thing about Thanksgiving, or any huge meal, is that you spend 12 hours shopping for it and then chopping and cooking and braising and blanching. Then it takes 20 minutes to eat it and everybody sort of sits around in a food coma, and then it takes four hours to clean it up.” – Ted Allen
It’s the Monday before Thanksgiving and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a… wait a minute. That’s complete bull! I’m stirring – and I’m not talking about the holiday gravy yet.
Even with all the early holiday warnings broadcast over radio and television waves, I’ve managed to avoid grabbing the traditional turkey. Which can only mean one unfortunate thing: I’ll have to stand in line at the super market fighting off all the other last minute domestic goddesses for the perfect bird to stuff.
So women (and men) of New York, if you see this little lady coming down the aisle in your local grocery store – stand clear. This foodie’s on a mission. Anthony Bourdain – I’m talking to you too pal, please stand clear of the poultry.
I’ve got a serious case of Holiday Anxiety and it isn’t pretty kids. It’s one part procrastination and two-parts neurosis. However, my second novel is coming along fabulously, which is an even greater mystery.
On a serious note, I’d like to send a very special shout-out to my Twitter friends. I’ve really had a lot of fun getting to know you over the last three or four months. There are so many talented people that I’m humbled to now know. So holiday stressing aside – thank you for being AWESOME, I’m most thankful for YOU this year.
What are you most thankful for? Let me know in the comment section or @reply me on Twitter.
“I do want to get married. It’s a nice idea. Though I think husbands are like tattoos–you should wait until you come across something you want on your body for the rest of your life instead of just wandering into a tattoo parlor on some idle Sunday and saying, ‘I feel like I should have one of these suckers by now. I’ll take a thorny rose and a “MOM” anchor, please. No, not that one–the big one.”
— Sloane Crosley excerpt from I Was Told There’d Be Cake
Wait a bloody second. Are you telling me the thorny rose and MOM anchor tattoo I got this past Sunday was all for naught? Shit.
“I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its place.”
And on that bright note, HAPPY FRIDAY!
“But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.”-Lord Byron
If you’re not getting any bites on your 300,000+ ‘fiction novel’ perhaps your words are falling a bit more like… a torrential downpour. Just a thought.
Yesterday’s post on what’s playing on YOUR iPod got some great feedback on the blog and Twitter. A lot of you suggested some great bands I’ve never heard of and I must say, I’m impressed! There were quite a few of your favorites that have now been added to my playlist.
If you’ve got music that gets your creative juices flowing, don’t be shy… it’s time to share.
Speaking of sharing – I was sent a DM (or twelve) about what my iTunes consists of. I write about music and I talk about it all the time, and people have asked for a glimpse into my private music stash. So, at your request I’ll list out a few (bands/artists) alphabetically.
WARNING: I won’t be able to list them all, there really are too many. It’s not just a ‘stock’ answer I give – I swear!
Aaron Zimmer Dashboard Confessional Greg Holden
Alkaline Trio David ‘Honeyboy’ Edwards Hall & Oates
Andy Mac Descendents Hot Hot Heat
The Ataris The Doors Ian Axel
The Band Doves Ishmon Bracy
The Beach Boys Dusty Springfield Jack Johnson
the Beatles Ella Fitzgerald Janis Joplin
Beck Elliott Smith Jay-Z
Billie Holiday Etta James Jeff Buckley
The Bird and the Bee Face to Face John Lennon
Black Lips Feist Jump Little Children
Blind Joe Reynolds The Felice Brothers Junior Brooks
Bob Dylan The Flaming Lips Jupiter One
Bob Marley Florence + The Machine Leonard Cohen
Bon Iver Fontella Bass Less Than Jake
Bright Eyes Franz Ferdinand Lily Allen
Charley Patton Fugees Louis Armstrong
Charlie Booker Gary Jules The Martinis
The Confiners Get Up Kids Me First and the Gimme Gimmies
Crosby, Stills & Nash Gorillaz Modest Mouse
Hey, you wanted this…just remember I warned you!
Mumm-Ra Regina Spektor
MxPx Rufus Wainwright
Nirvana Ryan Adams
No Use For A Name Ryan Bingham
Notorious BIG Saves The Day
OK Go! She & Him
Ol’ Dirty Simon & Garfunkel
Operation Ivy The Smiths
Otis Redding Sneaker Pimps
Passion Pit Spacehog
The Pixies The Strokes
Radiohead Thom Yorke
The Ramones Weezer
Ray LaMontagne Wheatus
Okay so that’s it for now. (Sorry the columns are messy.) This is roughly a third of my playlist – now you understand why I say ‘a little of this and a little of that.’ It’s just safer than listing everything out. Hopefully I didn’t bore you to death, but now it’s your turn to answer a question:
** UPDATE** There are just a few others that should be included, because I write about them on Examiner.com and they are so very talented. (A few of them are actually dear friends) They should have been included from the beginning. So here they are!
Who is YOUR favorite artist on this list? As always let me know here or on Twitter! Happy Monday xo
Today I’ll be locked inside a room writing until my eyes cross/bleed/fall-out. Hey, it could happen. Maybe. Anyway, this can only mean one thing… it’s iPod time! Music and writing go hand in hand, and this is the first song that popped up on my shuffle, so I thought I’d share. It’s just a segment of the song to maybe inspire you too. Or not. But the picture for this post is pretty to look at. So enjoy 🙂
“All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
All your reindeer armies, are all going home
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you
Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you
The vagabond who’s rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
Strike another match, go start anew
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue” – Bob Dylan