I’ve referenced this tune twice in the past 48 hours, so I’m just posting it here. Partially because I have nothing of import to discuss today, and partially because I’m pretty sure I ovulated while watching this on YouTube:
FACT: I had the sheet music to the Linda Ronstadt/James Ingram version of this and played the [...]
So, I love the Beatles, but some times — usually a couple times a year — I REALLY REALLY love the Beatles like OMG OBSESSED. This recent bout could be a result of SEVEN HOURS of Beatles Rock Band play, last Saturday. If you heard George Harrison spinning in his grave, surely it was to [...]
Let’s face it - love sucks, a lot of the time.
It also inspires some gorgeous artistic tributes, like one of my favorites - Veronese’s Scorn.
Lately I’ve been playing with the idea that love is only romantic when it’s unrequited.
It’s all very tragic and stupid.
AHEM.
THAT SAID? Go watch this awesome piece on last night’s So You [...]
One of my blogger pet peeves is when a writer gives excuses or apologizes for a month-long hiatus. I’m sure I’ve done it on the many, many “breaks” I’ve taken at this here blog. Usually, I’m going through some sort of existential crisis (I haven’t gotten any less dramatic in the past month! How ’bout [...]
Bess and I were sharing our childhood career dreams at lunch today. I wanted to be a cashier at Meijer because I thought you got to keep the money that was handed to you. Nice gig, I thought, at age four. Bess wanted to be a tightrope walker. This was based on her obsession with [...]
Watch this. Stick with it. You’ll be glad you did.
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I’m pretty sure this is the modern day equivalent to the “Bee Girl” from that Blind Melon video.
I’m sure there are better things in life than when a musical performance launches into full-on, hand-clapping gospel, but I can’t think of any at the moment. I squeal every time I witness such a spectacle, getting my lily-white midwestern ass out of my seat, clapping on the upbeats, and praying to God that someone [...]
If you haven’t noticed, I’m still going strong for National Blog Posting Month, for May. (you may remember that in February, I made it a whopping four days.) Not that all the content has been great, by any means. I mean, clearly I’ve phoned some stuff in here and there, but hey, I’M NOT A [...]
As you can imagine, working at an ad agency does not come without its twinges of moral discord. There’s always a part of me that’s like, “You just placed a print ad for a cosmetic surgeon. Your soul just died a little.” Or, “You just placed a steakburger commerical in The Biggest Loser. You are [...]
At home, my parents still use dial-up. They’re going to make “the big switch” to high-speed relatively soon, and I was telling my mom how much it will open up her world, and by “open up” I basically meant “waste away your time.” I explained that, before, when you had a brief moment of nostalgia [...]
Jenn is a 26-year-old writer from Indianapolis, Indiana. She lives downtown in a Civil-War-era house that used to be a brothel. It is now referred to as "The Cockpit."
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