I'm listening to my Patsy Cline Greatest Hits vinyl, an album I haven't listened to since I lived in Kansas, so I'm unsure of why I woke up thinking about "Walkin' After Midnight." Patsy Cline has an exquisitely sad voice. Her voice sweeps me away... one of those women in music you try so hard to sing along with, but who can sing Patsy? Her tone is so steady and strong; her voice so classic and romantic. She's the heartbreak queen; always making me long for (my) love.
1) March Madness
I'm one of those bandwagoneers that hops on board for March Madness. Sports do nothing for me, generally speaking, but March Madness is too unpredictable, competitive and fun to not want to pay some attention. So much of it is dramatic: the Morehead States and VCUs who pop up outta nowhere to upset teams no one would have predicted, the seniors who are crushed when they lose their opportunities at a title, the excitement of a win; I really dig it. We made brackets at work. I read-up a little before making mine, and like most other people's mine kind of sucks at this point, but I still have a shot at winning the prize if Kansas wins. Having gone to a basketball school is another reason I like watching the games during March Madness. Gerry and I went to a Jayhawk Bar (Lottie's) on Sunday, and it felt SO GOOD to be in another city surrounded by alumni, hearing the alma mater and collectively Rockchalk-chanting. I have a lot of love and pride for where I went to college, and if basketball is the way pride manifests itself with most KU alumni, I have no problem hopping on board.
I finally finished Promiscuities by Naomi Wolf after having it checked out from the library for a whopping nine weeks. It was a really rewarding read though, that made me reflect on some of my sexual decisions, compare my experiences with sexual harassment and coming-of-age sexual feelings, and want to read more about Emma Goldman, a female of history I remember being barely glossed over (and I believe that was in Introduction to Political Theory in college). She was mentioned in the book in reference to having extremely liberal political ideas about love, but upon falling in love, began to question herself. She has a lengthy biography that I know I would never finish, but I'd love to read more about notions as glossed over in this quote (which I posted on my tumblr), "Like so many women today, she held self-possession, clarity, and control to be her female ideal. So when she acknowledged the lengths to which desire drove her, she could only view her visionary, analytical self as fraudulent." I finished Promiscuities on the day my new book became available at the library.
I have a feeling another riot grrrl phase may be on the horizon. I'm only a chapter in, but more on that later...
I'm actively trying to reinvigorate my love of listening to vinyl records. I received my new Dodos album late last week, which is seriously, so, so good.
I no longer ever buy CDs, but for awhile I was really into buying and listening to vinyl. It's a lovely thing to collect, and it makes for a more active listening experience (having to turn a record every 4-5 songs and always hearing a whole album (as opposed to skipping around songs with ADD.)) After listening to Patsy Cline twice, I just switched over to Yankee Hotel Foxtrot.
5) Put a Bird On It
Here's an outfit I wore a few weeks ago to drink wine and eat pizza in the city with friends, but have been lazy about posting. I really liked it though.
Cardigan Target / Tunic/Dress Swapped (Faith 21) / Jeggings Avenue / Earrings Gift (Lia Sophia) / Necklace Homemade Gift
6) Put an Egg On It
I've been eating a lot of over-medium eggs lately. On skillets, on strada and my newest lunch obsession (about 3-4 weeks strong) putting one onto of my salad. The richness of egg yolk tastes like such an indulgence, and is a nice dressing addition. I've also been into making my own vinaigrette. Olive oil, Balsamic vinegar, honey, dijon, fresh rosemary, salt and pepper. Killer, man.
7) I've been lusting for these for years. Should I just buck up and buy them?
8) I want to go see this play. Gerry and I are sorta doing a bucket list of Chicago. Our goal is to try to do more interesting, cultural and quintessential activities before we eventually move away. Museums, sporting events, plays, concerts/ festivals are all on the list.
9) My self-criticism is crippling lately. Why don't I know what to do with my life? I keep comparing myself to everyone else, with full knowledge that it's the worst thing I could do. I'm my own worst enemy. Wah, wah, blah, blah. This is my blog, and I'll bitch if I want to.
10) Gerry and I are incredible right now. Mad love sparks are flying. We've been recapping our first dates before bed recently; play-by-play, scene-by-scene, emotion-by-emotion. It's a really rewarding trip down memory lane and exercise in love. It's resulted in a few sweet tears, a couple re-enactments of certain sentences and "moves" we'll never forget, and has served as fantastic foreplay. Loving it. Loving him.