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Just Now Remembering to Blink
May 30, 2008 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
Television is the devil. Know how I know? I just spent my entire Thursday consumed with LOST. CONSUMED! Do you understand? Sitting in front of my television, suspended for three hours, pushing my children away from me with my feet, zoning out from my husband for THREE. HOURS!
This is a problem. An oh-so-satisfying, GAWD that was good… problem.
Thank you Flint, Michigan!
May 28, 2008 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
BFam and I caught up on movies over the weekend. Before heading to the drive-in (yes, they still exist), we watched what has now become my favorite comedic movie this summer. In offering you this sample, which is really just for those who’ve seen the movie because you won’t get it otherwise, I am entertaining myself by giving myself a resource to reference whenever I need a chuckle. Because, sometimes, searching the internet just won’t do:
FEAR Feature: Troy Paiva [Photographer]
May 27, 2008 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
Out of the encyclopedia of ways you can meet your maker, falling has long been on my top three list of fears. I’ve had very few dreams of falling from buildings, even fewer of falling as the result of a plane crash. Staying true to the old wives tale, I’ve always awakened before hitting the pavement which is why, I assume, I’m still here to speak on it.
I’m fascinated with death. I don’t know why, but it peaks my curiosity. It’s the only force of nature you can’t come back from. No dead person has been able to give an account of what their death was like to those in the living. I think this shroud of mystery is what keeps me feeling a connection of sorts. This connection has also spanned into the company I keep. I have always felt a special bond with the elderly – maybe because they are so close to death, their eyes a crystal ball into the future of all there is.
I recently came across the works of photographer Troy Paiva. While I’m not sure if this was his intention, his works seem to have an afterlife feel. At first glance, it would seem to show you death in the form of an accident – a plane crash, a shipwreck, a housing misfortune. Somehow, if you look closer and listen, the former residents of these vessels appear to reveal themselves in whispers and fogs.
Waste of a Good-Looking Man
Before BFam and I were reacquainted in friendship and, ultimately, a relationship, I was friends with his family. This is weird because you normally hear of the arrangement happening the other way around. And, honestly, who befriends their suitor’s family? Granted, once this same family realized I was dating their son, I was given a less than warm and fuzzy reception. Invitations to dinner were replaced with shrunken heads and voodoo dolls at my doorstep. OK, not really, but it’s all they could do to keep from ripping the flesh from my face with their eyes.
One of the fastest friends I made out of the family was BFam’s youngest brother, Stoopid. This is not his real name but, remember, I don’t use those here. I would have had it not been for the fact that Stoopid and BFam and their father and their grandfather all share the same name. And, no, it’s not George.
Stoopid had the kind of infectious humor that could make you do one of two things: slap him or crack up. Any given day, it’s basically a toss up and he’s keenly aware of this affect he has on people.
Seven years ago, Stoopid – an aspiring comedian – came out of the closet to his parents. Although he had no problem attracting the ladies, it was picked up on by those closest to him that the feelings may not have been reciprocated.
Long described as good-looking, and knowing it, he took a bruise to the ego when he was randomly attacked while living in Las Vegas by a knife-wielding crazy person. The result was a significant scar from the start of his brow line, across his nose, and onto a small portion of his cheek. He was also stabbed in his thigh and, as the doctors would tell his family later, was just inches away from losing his life had the knife punctured his artery. Nowadays, you can barely notice the scar – on his face, anyway.
The family recently traveled to the college graduation of the clan’s sister. Knowing full well my spawns wouldn’t last in what would be their first extensive road trip, I opted to stay home. BFam was nice enough to send photos to my cell phone. Photos of his vain brother in all his celebrity wannabe-ism. When I showed the photos to my mother and other female co-workers, the reaction was the same: “What a waste of a good-looking man.”
Stoopid finds this both flattering and humorous, a true testament to that slap or crack up power he exudes.
iPlay [Retro] Friday: Kenny Loggins
May 23, 2008 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
That’s right. I went there.
I get teased, mercilessly, in my office for my choice in music selection. If I happen to visit LAUNCHcast, I favor Adult Alternative or Big Hits of the 80′s. While I think my co-workers believe I may have stumbled on these stations by accident, their assumptions are quickly put to rest when I whip out my iPod and have the audacity to play this same type of music as part of my collective playlists.
I am not a fan of the iTunes store. The prices are reasonable, I can’t deny. But I have such a CD collection already, I would rather convert what I have to mp3 files. Being married to someone with three times the CD collection makes for a very messy library of various plastic jewels and pocketed vinyl books, but is a marriage of musical heaven. So whatever I don’t have, BFam is more than willing to supply. Especially because, when he married me, I put that as a byline in our marriage license and life insurance policy so, unless he wants to go to court, he’d better fork it over.
What the two of us lacked to own between our vast abundance was Kenny Loggins. Preferably this album. And I searched high and low for this, the album of legends. Nothing. I was almost certain iTunes wouldn’t have my old, bearded friend. Then, in my search, there he was sitting nicely with a $16 price tag in the iTunes store. CURSE YOU, STEVE JOBS AND APPLE WITH YOUR SLEEK DESIGN AND BEAUTIFUL OS! Wait, I didn’t mean that. Don’t leave. OK, I’m sorry.
Now, I can get my husband to listen to a lot of things. From time to time, he comes up with a few gems of his own, like this one. But he draws the line somewhere, and Kenny Loggins has his kicked off Sunday shoes right on the edge of that line. Maybe I have a thing for brunettes. Maybe I have a thing for men with really big mustaches and beards. So what?! Kenny speaks to me.
Nevermind the fact that my co-workers now call me a White, 16-year-old girl trapped in 1983. SO. WHAT?! Now excuse me while I get loose. Footloose.
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