I got Tagged again!

Progressive Poem... It came here from Ken, who got it from Cindra. It started at Herman's (who is evidently one of Tine's friends). He begat it and then passed it along to Ieneke, who begat the second line. Tine begat the third line, with CarolC begating the 4th. She then passed it to Cindra, who begat line 5, giving it to Ken, who begat line 6. He nudged Vickie for some prose, and she penned the end of the second stanza and it was then passed my way. It is truly an international poem.

I have been tagged to do this poem by both Keri and Amy.

I'm drawned tonight
in the words of your eyes
they dragged me down...
with quiet sighs.

Tomorrow's promise
is yet to be defined
but we will be required
to make choices

Until that time
abandon your fears
Let silence climb
to button your tears...

Line 11 and 12 (since I got pegged twice) are mine, colored periwinkle for your pleasure... And I'm passing the baton to a few friends. Please take the poem to your blogs if you so choose, create a line 10 to your liking, and pass the poem on to bloggers of your pickings; one or more, it's up to you. They will then do as they like with it on their end and this poem which started with one line will have as many iterations as it could possibly have in the directions that it has gone.

Okay - I pass the baton on to the following bloggers if they choose to accept:

Stacey (when you are up and around)
Selina
Kathy Howe
Beth
Jay
Liz

How Did This Happen?

I was just coming in to work for a meeting, and then going right back home to bed.

But I have a deadline.

So, since I was vertical, I stayed and did the project.

Does this mean I get time off to nurse this dang cold tomorrow?

Sigh. Except, I have another deadline.

When is Friday again?

Tag

In my weakened state, Beth from So the Fish Said has tagged me to do this quiz. Ha hahahahaha-- I am afraid my answers are going to be much like hers. And I'm tagging people to do it next.

1. Song that sounds like happy feels:

"Summertime" by Ella Fitzgerald. It's got a lazy, piercing happy quality to it.

2. Earliest memory:

Probably the theme song to Sesame Street. A close second would be Carole King's Tapestry album, as my dad put it on every Saturday morning for us to listen to while we were doing our Saturday morning chores. I always associate Tapestry with cleaning out the toilet (but not in a bad way-- I really love the album!).

3. Last CD you bought:

Well, Dereck and I bought an Ike Reilly the Assassination CD on Saturday night. And I bought Dereck some CD's for Christmas. But last bought for myself? Charlie Brown Christmas, Vince Guaraldi.

4. Reminds you of school:

Elementary School
Grease theme song, because I saw the movie Grease in fourth grade and loved it.

High School
Schoooooooool's Out for Summer! That was my senior theme song, though I didn't like the song until many years later when I saw Dazed and Confused and then I was happy that I actually knew it.

College
Oh wow. I used to go dancing to Bizarre Triangle by New Order every week. Also, Alphaville: Forever Young. And every morning when we were getting ready in the spring quarter, my roommate Kim and I would play Yaz/Erasure.

5. Total music files on your PC:

Wait! Wait! I have an answer to this because I ripped stuff on Monday!!! Let me go see: Ten! I have ten albums/files ripped to my PC.

6. Song for listening to repeatedly when depressed:

Lonesome Tears or Guess I'm doing Fine from Beck's Sea Change.

7. Song that sounds British, but isn't:

? Is I'll Stop the World and Melt with You British? I know it's by Modern English... Dunno.

8. Song you love, band you hate:

I hate Bryan Adams-- I can't think of anything he's done that I love though. I don't think I have a song that fits into this category.

9. A favorite song from the past that took ages to track down:

I'm still trying to track down one from August 1987: It's a song about a man who loves a woman named Mary, very ABC feel to it-- and I still don't know the title or who sang it, but I loved it and I'd love to hear it again.

10. Bought the album for one good song:

Train: the album with Calling All Angels. The rest of the Album sucks, and I think I traded it in without even bothering to rip that one song.

11. Worst Song to Get Stuck in your Head:

No Doubt's "I know what you're thinking,"-- I get that one stuck a lot.

12. Best song to dump a beer on someone's head to, then storm out of the bar?

I will survive by Gloria Gaynor.

13. Who should do this next?

dereck
karl
Pie
Donna
Keri
Beth In St. Louis
heith

Colds

I was talking on the phone in between moaning and nose-blowing today, and the person on the other line told me that had I should probably quit smoking.

He believes that my smoking makes me particularly susceptible to upper respiratory infections.

I have heard this before.

But the fact that I was hearing it from the President of the National Lung Association/Utah perhaps gave it a little more weight.

And the fact that he knows my medical history almost as well as I do added some authority to it too.

Of course, the fact that he is my father doesn't hurt either.

Thanks for the books, Dad-- Sam was very excited about Hoot, in particular.

Tom, we got the box of things Joyce sent today too! Thank you!

MIA

I think I have determined today why I was brain dead yesterday: What started as an innocent dripping from my left nostril on Sunday evening has become the Cold That Took Over Jen. I took cold medicine last night, and every four hours, like clockwork, I'd wake up to drip drip drip.

I woke up to tissues all over the bed.

I got up, showered, got boys off to school, and then called into work that I just needed to lie down for a bit.

I slept hard til 11:00 and then felt worse. Emailed work: Not coming in today.

It is now 3:00 p.m. and I still feel like death warmed over. I am just now eating something today: Trix straight from the box.

At least I am clean, though I went to bed with wet hair, and look like Medusa.

My poor doggie needs to come in side now. And I need to go get more tissues and lie down.

Hope your Tueday is going better.

Getting Ripped

This weekend, we were having dinner with some friends, so I really started paying attention and asking questions about how to copy my music CD's onto my computer (having quizzed Keri last week about iPods). I found out that you can copy all of your CD's onto your computer, and play at will. Even shuffle the music, perhaps!

This copying of the CD's onto the computer (if you know about this, tune out now: this is for dummies like me) is called "ripping"-- presumably because you are "ripping" music onto your computer (or "ripping it off" as in violating copyright).

Then, when you put music onto a blank CD (or put any other kind of data onto it), this is called "burning." (I told you, this is for dummies!).

So, now I want to know how I can put music clips onto my blog (am waiting for Chris at Rude Cactus to email me, or Don, whomever responds first).

Just because I want to know everything about blogging there is to know.

Strange Sensation

For my entire life, as long as I can remember, I have experienced not being able to shut off my brain, not even when I have desperately wanted to.

For some reason, it has decided to shut itself off. And I cannot for the life of me figure out how to turn it back on.

I have just been empty this weekend. Devoid of thought. Devoid of the ability to write or blog. I finished a novel, read three magazines, saw a good movie (Cellular), had dinner with friends, went to see a good band (The Ike Reilly Assassination-- watch for them, they are supposed to hit big-- and they actually look exactly like that in person. Very nice-- the drummer was very flirty. His name is Dave.). But I've got so much nothing, I can't even think of anything to say about any of these things.

But my brain my have shut off because I also worked this weekend. And maybe my brain just decided that it couldn't take anymore, and so it went on vacation.

If it is on vacation, I wish it would send a postcard or some kind of indication that it is doing well and coming back.