Sunday, September 26, 2010
And a perfect day for jazz, specifically Miss Peggy Lee.
I have vivid memories of watching my parents dance to this in our kitchen. Even though I was seduced by my four boys from Liverpool at age 8, jazz was always the background soundtrack for most of my life. Somehow I forgot that for the last 15 years or so.
The last few months I've been rediscovering why I loved jazz so much.
And Fever is just mindblowing.
"and what a lovely way to burn......"
****I have been taken to task by my less than impressed DD for not mentioning that *she* first found the Peggy Lee clip and mentioned it to me. Thereby reminding me of it. She found it first. So there.****
Thursday, September 23, 2010
I'm wondering how they picked which books they would giant-size, especially since I can't argue with any of the selections: Invisible Man, Lord of the Rings, Charlotte's Web, A Tale of Two Cities, Romeo and Juliet and of course, my own personal favorite: To Kill a Mockingbird.
I especially love the way every book looks like a leatherbound classic (that's one of my weaknesses - leather bound, gilt-edged books - the kind with marbled endpapers and ribbed spines.
I guess having a row of Kindle's just wouldn't be the same now, would it?
(Thanks to my BFF Cathy for the pics)
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Stephen King would be so jealous. And laughing. He'd be laughing too.
Probably more laughing than jealous.
Warning to some of my readers - there's bad language involved. A lot of it. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Warning to the rest of my readers- there's bad language involved. Probably not enough for you, but I do what I can.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
Then she is hoping to transfer to a more-or-less nearby four year school to get seriously into forensic science (read: bones and grisly topics). Even so, she will graduate with approximately $25-30,000 in debt.
This is ridiculous.
The cost of higher education in this country is shameful. There is no rationale for it, no justification.
There is no reason one year at Georgetown should cost near the equivalent of buying a house in many parts of our country.
I wonder if this includes textbooks? Textbooks alone qualify as scam number two. Never mind that many of the science and math books come with an access code to allow the studen to work online as well. For a book that cost $140, I expect not only the book, but the access code as well, *and* I want the author to come over to my house and explain the difficult parts, at my convenience.
Education loans are right in line behind underwater mortgages and medical bills in terms of destroying the financial base of this country. Thirty-somethings that should be raising families and buying homes and contributing to the economy are instead working minimum wage jobs and struggling to share rent with friends, just to pay their student loans off.
Something isn't right.
Even the Washington Post knows it. And they're in Georgetown's overpriced backyard.
Addendum: 15 Colleges That *ARE* worth the price, meaning they understand college is for education, not cushy jobs for profs, and least of all for football.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
I'm reposting it. Mostly because it made me laugh, and also because I have two of my own black kitties looking over my shoulder saying: DO IT, DO IT, DO IT!!!!
Thanks to Smart Bitches, Trashy Books for the much needed laugh.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
"Space: the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.
Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man has gone before."
Turns out little girls wanted to go there too. Star Trek just added fuel to the fire started by the space program: I grew up wanting to be an astronaut. Or a drummer for the Beatles. But it was years before the boys allowed girls into the space treehouse, and Ringo never quit his day job.
So instead I got a degree in psych. Shrink is kinda the same thing as an astronaut. And pretty much definitely sortof the same thing as a drummer. More or less. Right?
Thursday, September 2, 2010
January 1961, New Orleans - it's still illegal for black and white musicians to play together, much less for black musicians to play for white audiences. New Orleans jazz is available mostly in black neighborhoods and is definitely not part of the white tourist package.
Later that year, Allen and Sandra Jaffe move to New Orleans and rent out an old art gallery, strictly for the purpose of giving New Orleans jazz musicians exposure to audiences in the French Quarter. They hang an old instrument case over the door, add some wooden chairs for the musicians, and call it Preservation Hall.
"Preservation Hall" explained Louis Armstrong "now that's where you'll find all the greats."
The sweetheart of Preservation Hall is Sweet Emma Barrett on the piano - she is a local star in 1961, and spent the 1960s touring the world with her Preservation Hall Jazz (Alonzo Pavageau, Big Jim Robinson, Emmanuel Sayles, the Humphrey Brothers -Willie and Percy - and Cie Frazier), with Ernie Cagnolatti leaning in from time to time on trumpet.
Sweet Emma and Preservation Hall both became iconic figures in jazz.
Then, in 1967, Sweet Emma suffers a stroke that paralyzes her left hand. No matter. She plays on until her death in 1983, with the same unrelenting tight rhythm she was famous for.
But back in late 1961, to my six-year-old self, Miss Emma was the nice lady who played piano and always handed me a sucker right before we settled down on the floor to hear the band.
Passed June 4, 1919. Ratified August 18, 1920.
Read it and weep: The Nineteenth Amendment of the United States Constitution.
Posted only because I just read that Saudi Arabia is still frightened of women voting. No votes for any vagina over there. Wonder what those guys are scared of?
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Yeah me too.
Five years ago I watched the coverage late on Sunday night as the news stations chortled that New Orleans dodged the bullet again, and, knowing better (as did most NOLA folks), got up at 5 am Monday morning to watch the levees break - knowing my city would be underwater in hours.
I haven't watched any of the documentary films. They still make me sick.
Mostly I remember days of hearing this song run through my head.
If it keeps on raining levee's going to break
If it keeps on raining levee's going to break
When the levee breaks have no place to stay
And every year I am reminded of the hours and days I spent combing the various message boards trying to find word of friends who didn't pick up their cell phones.
Four of them never picked up and I'm pretty sick of remembering that too.