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it’s the most wonderful time of the year

 

Sufjan Stevens, my

peaceful, holiday best friend.

No chipmunks for us.

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my daughter’s new theme song

After a near-altercation on the playground today between my daughter and a much older child, this has been running through my head all afternoon:

This girl is SUCH a Taurus.

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what the kids are listening to these days

Today I pulled out the old cd catalog and let the kids choose what to listen to.  So far our playlist has included selections brought to you by the first two letters of the alphabet:

  • Beck–Odelay AND Guera
  • Ben Folds Five
  • Beastie Boys
  • Big Band Legends
  • Louis Armstrong
  • Blind Boys of Alabama

And just to set the record straight, we were just listening to the cd with “Way Down in the Hole” on it.  I wasn’t sitting around eating snack cakes and watching “The Wire” while the kids played lego in the other room.  Honest.

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what the kids are listening to these days

A trip to the downtown Durham library yesterday yielded a bonanza of musical treats.  For the next 20 days, we have in our possession some fine tunes ranging from “The Royal Tenenbaums” soundtrack to a little Neil Diamond, and I am pleased to report that I can still sing effortlessly along with many of his 12 Greatest Hits–a few of which are under suspicion of being greatly hyperbolized as “the greatest.”

Anyhow, I have decided to make this U2 song off of “The Joshua Tree” album my children’s new theme song as it seems to apply to many of our daily interactions.  “Where are my shoes?  Have you seen duck?  What did you do with my firetrucks?”

Part of me, however, thinks that Bono has been looking a little harder than my children ever had or will.

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lyle lovett and his large band

For some reason, I have always associated Lyle Lovett with Governor’s Honors Program the summer before my senior year of high school, and I can’t quite figure out why.  Maybe it has something to do with summertime or dusty, hot weather.  That being said, I have recently rediscovered and reignited my love for Lyle Lovett. 

There are many songs of his that I like, but my current favorite has got to be “God Will.”  Loyal best friends who have watched their friends make illogical, desperate choices will give up a chorus of “Hallelujah and thank you!” when they hear Lovett sing

So who says he’ll forgive you
And says that he’ll miss you
And dream of your sweet memory
God does
But I don’t
God will
But I won’t
And that’s the difference
Between God and me

Even when I reread these lines right now, I start laughing.  A lot.  It’s nice to have complex ideas such as forgiveness and the inability to emulate the divine in your everyday life broken down so simply for you.

Wanting to learn a little more about Lovett’s background, I came across an old New Yorker article from 2004 that, despite being absurdly lengthy (a New Yorker hallmark might I add), was an enjoyable, quick read.  While the article strove to get a read on Lovett’s almost amorphous personality, I quickly honed in on the many similarities that he and I share.

1. We both have last names that begin with the letter “L.”

2. We both were raised Lutheran.

3. We both majored in German in college as largely an afterthought (“Hey!  Three more classes and I’ll have a double major.  Why not?”)

Yeah, that’s about where the similarities end.  I don’t wear cowboy boots.  I don’t live in my grandmother’s house.  I don’t really like horses.  So, I suppose I shall have to make do and continue my communion with Lovett through making my children listen to him serenade us in the car as we tool around town.

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southland in the springtime

After spending almost the entire day outside at a yard sale, running with my sisters-in-law, walking my sleepy boy, and generally lounging, I have to echo this sentiment by the Indigo Girls.  (Loving the plaid pajama pants, by the way!).

Despite pollen coating our cars, scratchy throats, and menacing bumblebees, there is no place I’d rather be than in the South in the springtime, drinking in the crimson azaleas, pink dogwoods, riotous tulips, and golden jasmine.

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saturday morning songs

Despite not having any children in attendance, I spent Saturday morning in St. Louis listening to to the splendid “Musical Merry-go-Round” on KDHX.  I think my favorite song might have been “You Only Love Me for My Lunchbox,” but there were many fine, painless kids’ songs to enjoy.  Go ahead, stream it today and just try to not hum along to “Istanbul was Constantinople.”

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