Perusing through journals tonight I found a list called "My Favorite Songs...In my 21st Year." Thank you, 21-year-old self.
Slow Dance - John Legend
Valerie - Mark Ronson feat. Amy Winehouse
Rock n Roll - The Velvet Underground
Nothing Can Change This Love - Sam Cooke
Call Me - Aretha Franklin
The Big Payback - James Brown
Caravan - Van Morrison
Stop Breaking Down - White Stripes
Watching that performance of Caravan confirmed for me once and for all that whatever the writer equivalent of Van Morrison is, that's the writer I want to be. If it requires a stretchy purple-sparkle suit and vigorous leg kicks, this is no obstacle for me. If it requires reading poetry and humorous memoir in dive bars whilst the haters hate, so be it. I believe I will skip over the drunken slurring, however. Sorry, Van the Man.
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Friday, July 16, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Catherine, Called Hammer
As Aaron Carter would say, here's a little bit of old school for ya.
Circa 1997, this was a revolutionary text for one young Mary Catherine. First of all, circa 1997 I was unaware anyone else spelled their name the same as me...yes, even in Ireland.
But most of all, I was really into historical fiction as a youth. That, and books about the Holocaust.
After reading this book I began incorporating 1290s slang into my journal. A typical entry might read something like this:
June 8, 1997
GOD'S TEETH!! Mother and Father hath questions about my diet of wheat and berries and vegetables! [It should be noted here that my parents had zero problem with my vegetarianism/obsession with "erasing the endangered species list."] Me lady in waiting (Nell) shall be my only confidante in this terrible matter.
It was the beginning of a long and beautiful tradition of pretentious journal entries.
I leave you with something that has been preoccupying my mind these past few days:
Me: Why are Robin Thicke videos so very, very bad?
Christian: Yeah, I know. They're horrible.
Me: Especially this one for "When I Get You Alone."
Christian: Oh wait -- you mean the greatest video of ALL TIME.
Circa 1997, this was a revolutionary text for one young Mary Catherine. First of all, circa 1997 I was unaware anyone else spelled their name the same as me...yes, even in Ireland.
But most of all, I was really into historical fiction as a youth. That, and books about the Holocaust.
After reading this book I began incorporating 1290s slang into my journal. A typical entry might read something like this:
June 8, 1997
GOD'S TEETH!! Mother and Father hath questions about my diet of wheat and berries and vegetables! [It should be noted here that my parents had zero problem with my vegetarianism/obsession with "erasing the endangered species list."] Me lady in waiting (Nell) shall be my only confidante in this terrible matter.
It was the beginning of a long and beautiful tradition of pretentious journal entries.
I leave you with something that has been preoccupying my mind these past few days:
Me: Why are Robin Thicke videos so very, very bad?
Christian: Yeah, I know. They're horrible.
Me: Especially this one for "When I Get You Alone."
Christian: Oh wait -- you mean the greatest video of ALL TIME.
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