Saturday, May 03, 2003
A marriage to divorce memory:
Sometimes a headline jumps out with a face that seems tailored to you. I read tonight that contemporary jazz icon Diana Krall is recently engaged to British rock-savant Elvis Costello (recently a Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductee, if that means anything).
I have a strong conflation of icons and memories when I think of or hear Krall: I was introduced to her smooth, classy talents through my ex-girlfriend and her jazz-savvy father, and the two even look quite alike (Krall and the girl, not the father and Krall (although the girl and her father have a resemblance)). The two are kindred in my eyes. Plus since many of Krall's songs are old Tin Pan Alley standards of capricious love and clever romance, well it's been hard to listen to her for a while.*
But now, thinking of Krall wed to the oddball songwriter makes me think of the possibilities of detaching/re-owning her work by somehow thinking of her in terms of Costello, so in a way I'd be getting a divorce through their act of marriage. I'd like to hear her do his ballad "Allison" with a trio. mmmmmmmm
[*Although fortunately, I'd estimate that 99% of other albums/songs or movies have been successfully re-defined in sense-memory, and belong to a different set of emotions/experiences]
Sometimes a headline jumps out with a face that seems tailored to you. I read tonight that contemporary jazz icon Diana Krall is recently engaged to British rock-savant Elvis Costello (recently a Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductee, if that means anything).
I have a strong conflation of icons and memories when I think of or hear Krall: I was introduced to her smooth, classy talents through my ex-girlfriend and her jazz-savvy father, and the two even look quite alike (Krall and the girl, not the father and Krall (although the girl and her father have a resemblance)). The two are kindred in my eyes. Plus since many of Krall's songs are old Tin Pan Alley standards of capricious love and clever romance, well it's been hard to listen to her for a while.*
But now, thinking of Krall wed to the oddball songwriter makes me think of the possibilities of detaching/re-owning her work by somehow thinking of her in terms of Costello, so in a way I'd be getting a divorce through their act of marriage. I'd like to hear her do his ballad "Allison" with a trio. mmmmmmmm
[*Although fortunately, I'd estimate that 99% of other albums/songs or movies have been successfully re-defined in sense-memory, and belong to a different set of emotions/experiences]
Friday, May 02, 2003
It's easy when it's po-mo:
Via Flynn, I've found the solution to poet's block: a random poetry generator that simulates the action of memory during sleep by culling various strands of thought and expression from my 'blog and collaging them into poetic form. Some of the lines are close to brilliant (I've bolded what I thought stuck out for the good), while the jagged grammar elsewhere makes for shoddy work. In either case, it's not my fault!
Here are my results:
Just seals it obvious,
this
donut has both more await
you gain
more perspective than you could
get rid of chat programs
here at first it in
recent days, no? Sunday. Night with their
victorious softball game, you whom
I misheard it was a highly complimentary
adjective, as I
should have taken the
middle of college Junes , it in
a male passtime.Once driven nine teenage
girls are
5 Grrrrrrrr. posted by 5.but then merely
sad, probably
because Waldorf s sharp
defense kept most of me
Home Page
Archives Caution: puns,
poems, alliteration, film,
marginalia and Vision or so
my only
do unless know of the
plans of You probably planned
for.
[psycho-analysis, anyone?]
Via Flynn, I've found the solution to poet's block: a random poetry generator that simulates the action of memory during sleep by culling various strands of thought and expression from my 'blog and collaging them into poetic form. Some of the lines are close to brilliant (I've bolded what I thought stuck out for the good), while the jagged grammar elsewhere makes for shoddy work. In either case, it's not my fault!
Here are my results:
Just seals it obvious,
this
donut has both more await
you gain
more perspective than you could
get rid of chat programs
here at first it in
recent days, no? Sunday. Night with their
victorious softball game, you whom
I misheard it was a highly complimentary
adjective, as I
should have taken the
middle of college Junes , it in
a male passtime.Once driven nine teenage
girls are
5 Grrrrrrrr. posted by 5.but then merely
sad, probably
because Waldorf s sharp
defense kept most of me
Home Page
Archives Caution: puns,
poems, alliteration, film,
marginalia and Vision or so
my only
do unless know of the
plans of You probably planned
for.
[psycho-analysis, anyone?]
Wednesday, April 30, 2003
Locker Bus:
Maybe you've heard the phrase "locker room talk" and until tonight I'd always thought it was fundamentally a male passtime.
Once you've driven nine teenage girls home on the LI parkways from their victorious softball game, you gain more perspective than you probably planned for. Although my mix tape and typical 70mph bumper-to-bumper driving kept most of my attention, it's hard not to hear phrases like "road head" blurted out, followed by various modulations of laughter and need slapping. Some of the girls have more tact than others, but the effect of the cramped 10-seater van and hormonally-driven discussion was strikingly similar to boys' locker room banter, only less blatantly focused on competition and more about curiousity. I had to ask them a few times to postpone certain more graphic tangents for the dorms. It's my relatively young age that makes this situation both more and less uneasy: these girls are all about my sister's age, and it was only last summer that the Flynn Pool* crew was having its annual "sex talks" of which Susan and I were moderators.
I think it was a classic-rock lite station that saved me, particularly Phil Collins' version of "You Can't Hurry Love" and Foreigner's shriek-a-long "I Wanna Know What Love Is." I think karaoke is in store for the School and soon.
Oh, and we won 28-6; woo-hoo!
[*by the way, I learned that my alma mater pool, Flynn, WILL in fact open this summer despite rumor-inspired doubts; the legacy will grow a summer older, for the first time without me in six (or so it seems)]
Maybe you've heard the phrase "locker room talk" and until tonight I'd always thought it was fundamentally a male passtime.
Once you've driven nine teenage girls home on the LI parkways from their victorious softball game, you gain more perspective than you probably planned for. Although my mix tape and typical 70mph bumper-to-bumper driving kept most of my attention, it's hard not to hear phrases like "road head" blurted out, followed by various modulations of laughter and need slapping. Some of the girls have more tact than others, but the effect of the cramped 10-seater van and hormonally-driven discussion was strikingly similar to boys' locker room banter, only less blatantly focused on competition and more about curiousity. I had to ask them a few times to postpone certain more graphic tangents for the dorms. It's my relatively young age that makes this situation both more and less uneasy: these girls are all about my sister's age, and it was only last summer that the Flynn Pool* crew was having its annual "sex talks" of which Susan and I were moderators.
I think it was a classic-rock lite station that saved me, particularly Phil Collins' version of "You Can't Hurry Love" and Foreigner's shriek-a-long "I Wanna Know What Love Is." I think karaoke is in store for the School and soon.
Oh, and we won 28-6; woo-hoo!
[*by the way, I learned that my alma mater pool, Flynn, WILL in fact open this summer despite rumor-inspired doubts; the legacy will grow a summer older, for the first time without me in six (or so it seems)]
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
FROM THE COACH's DESK
Just Shy on The School Diamond
Except for a lucky first at-bat, the visiting Waldorf batters were baffled by --- Middle School ace C. Irish’s speed and control from the mound. Despite Irish’s striking out seven batters over five innings and a stunning backhanded putout by second-baseman R. Lenaro, Waldorf took a large lead early that proved insurmountable.
The School’s batting in the first inning was equally voracious, earning the team five runs and the momentum. Waldorf’s sharp defense kept all but one more run across the plate. The game was called after five because Waldorf had to leave early (with only one more at-bat, we surely would have taken the lead).
Rookie catcher Mo Kong was once again impressive behind the plate, and the steady hands of K Irish at first base saved more than one overthrow.
Final score The School 6 Waldorf 7
Highlights:
Lenaro 2-2, R
Jing 1-2, 2R
Park 1-1, 2RBI
K. Irish 2B, RBI, R
Just Shy on The School Diamond
Except for a lucky first at-bat, the visiting Waldorf batters were baffled by --- Middle School ace C. Irish’s speed and control from the mound. Despite Irish’s striking out seven batters over five innings and a stunning backhanded putout by second-baseman R. Lenaro, Waldorf took a large lead early that proved insurmountable.
The School’s batting in the first inning was equally voracious, earning the team five runs and the momentum. Waldorf’s sharp defense kept all but one more run across the plate. The game was called after five because Waldorf had to leave early (with only one more at-bat, we surely would have taken the lead).
Rookie catcher Mo Kong was once again impressive behind the plate, and the steady hands of K Irish at first base saved more than one overthrow.
Final score The School 6 Waldorf 7
Highlights:
Lenaro 2-2, R
Jing 1-2, 2R
Park 1-1, 2RBI
K. Irish 2B, RBI, R
Sunday, April 27, 2003
hittin' da switches:
So I had my Sunday yesterday, and my Saturday today*. Last weekend, I had two Saturdays and no Sunday. May this trend continue.
[*Passionate weather, throwing baseballs and kicking the soccer ball with the kids in lawn-front of the Junior/Senior dorm, punching in grades and comments, helping demo last night's prom tent (we tossed most of the cardboard set-pieces in one of the dumpsters which brought back precious labor-memories of Watertown Parks and Rec Maintenance crews of college Junes), kickin' it WoodDorm style and catching up with Ballz on the phone, Dutch on AMC, Sunday Night Baseball, got my car tweaked clean and freed of Winter's filth at the Setauket Car Wash. All good things]
So I had my Sunday yesterday, and my Saturday today*. Last weekend, I had two Saturdays and no Sunday. May this trend continue.
[*Passionate weather, throwing baseballs and kicking the soccer ball with the kids in lawn-front of the Junior/Senior dorm, punching in grades and comments, helping demo last night's prom tent (we tossed most of the cardboard set-pieces in one of the dumpsters which brought back precious labor-memories of Watertown Parks and Rec Maintenance crews of college Junes), kickin' it WoodDorm style and catching up with Ballz on the phone, Dutch on AMC, Sunday Night Baseball, got my car tweaked clean and freed of Winter's filth at the Setauket Car Wash. All good things]
Origins:
Maybe she "came from the Bronx," but J-LO made the wrong choice of allegience tonight and ESPN caught it. She choose Benny's love for the Red Socks over fidelity to the Yanks, and attended an Angel's homegame (of all choices) against Boston. Not that anyone took that song of hers for an earnest expression, but this just seals it in my pop-cultural stat book.
Maybe she "came from the Bronx," but J-LO made the wrong choice of allegience tonight and ESPN caught it. She choose Benny's love for the Red Socks over fidelity to the Yanks, and attended an Angel's homegame (of all choices) against Boston. Not that anyone took that song of hers for an earnest expression, but this just seals it in my pop-cultural stat book.
