Raising The Bar

Almost one week into the New Year, the day that this photo was snapped, and while not as sun filled, all certainly does look quite nice. Let's hope this pseudo warming trend continues. So today, it's Sunday and so far the forecast looks good. A productive walk with my fave pal, Pat, and some much needed down time of chatting, sipping and reminiscing, this 6th day of 2008 feels great. Last night I had the pleasure and gift of hearing a living legend play and interpret some songs of the past. Ramblin' Jack Elliot reminds me of a present day American griot. Singing his songs, as well as time tested tried and true tunes, this man truly turns the art of listening into a performance. His quintessential rambling not only sets the stage for each song, granting his audience a glimmer into his life an that of each song, he then finishes them off with appropriate educational exits. My company was another factor that set the stage for a delightful, starry filled, cloud scattered evening. I feel so lucky to have people in my life who reliably inspire, encourage and remind me just how lovely it is to simply breathe and be alive. Reveling in each other's plain existence, I can't help but thoroughly appreciate what a luxury it is to feel wanted and hopefully I succeed at returning the favor by giving that same tiny gift to those I love as well. And it is a gift, one that I often take for grated and overlook. But my date's presence is so very present and, in the words of one wise Debbie Harry, I am always touched by that presence, dear. For an energetic rock n' roll reference and lyrics that attest to such a statement, watch this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YLdtrQ7vPOU&feature=related

Call Me . . . crazy

Oh my pretties - all four of you! How I've missed you. This blog, this silly little writing exercise of mine really does keep me grounded, connected and allow me feelings of fleeting creativity . . . hence, I share. Happy Happy two thousand Great! This one's gonna be good, I feel it in my bones, don't you?

This year around, I resolve not to make resolutions, but one idea and hope I do have for 2008 is to read more, and not just my weekly horoscope. Once upon a time I was a voracious reader, a real smarty, and somehow, without a syllabus and required thoughts on recent reading of the academic ilk, I have seriously sloughed off. Tis a shame indeed. In college I loved all I read, albeit intense and often morbidly depressing, I still used to pine for the days of free reading. And here I am at 27, five years out of the concrete confines and I've yet to read the classics; like Deborah Harry by Cathy Che and Chronicles - Volume One by Bob Dylan . . . and what about Slash's autobiography? Man alive do I have my work cut out! Truth be told I cannot wait. I also resolve not to resolve, but to try and dance more. In my kitchen with a pretend audience going crazy for my vocal talents and fluid moves. I hope to practice these gems for the boy who makes me wanna shake it up, and also seek to attend more venues where my friends and friends of friends gather together their compiled collections of classic vinyl. So move it, would ya?! I'm a gonna. Rob, you with me? Let's rip that dance floor to shreds, eh?

Here's to you and yours. And especially to Debbie, my own special rock n' roll fashion icon/
white polyester clad heroine.

xoxobg