Saturday, December 12, 2009

Can we talk music?

My blog has no purpose whatsoever. Let me find my niche.


Birth Name: Catherine Bush
Famous as: Singer
Birth Date: July 30, 1958
Born in: Bexleyheath



Anybody that has heard and appreciated Kate Bush can be my lifelong companion.
Most noted by her haunting tunes and voice, Kate has remained a top icon in the artist's world (and mine). A few artists you may be familiar with that are influenced by Kate: Imogen Heap, Bjork, Tori Amos, The White Stripes, Owl City, Stevie Nicks, Ellie Goulding, Bat For Lashes, Depeche Mode, Madonna and Lady Gaga.

"Brought to the attention of EMI Records at the age of sixteen by Pink Floyd's David Gilmour – as a prolific schoolgirl prodigy with already around two hundred of her own compositions – Kate Bush famously enjoyed a three year period of artistic development before being launched upon an unsuspecting world."

My favorite album would have to be "The Dreaming"; there is not one track on that album I'm not impressed with, time and time again.

Named in 1987 as the Best Female Solo Artist in the BRIT awards, she is still the most unique artist (that is talented) I have ever heard. One of Britain's living icons, she continues to shake the world today with her atmospheric mystery, passion, and complex aural detail.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

What if?

My friend and I were discussing what if's today.
What if, perhaps, you were to pull on a lever underneath your steering wheel that actually dispatched the steering wheel from it's home?
What if, perhaps, you were driving during this occurrence? On a freeway? Going 75 mph?

Okay, now let's discuss. (Aka, the Five Stages of Grief, by Kubler-Ross)

Stage 1: Denial. "I feel fine."; "This can't be happening, not to me."
"My steering wheel didn't just detach." "I'm not going to crash into this wall going 75." "It will click back into it's place in just a few moments."
Denial is usually only a temporary defense for the individual. The driver is most likely still trying to re-attach the steering wheel.

Stage 2: Anger. "Why me? It's not fair!"; "How can this happen to me?"; "Who is to blame?" "How was I supposed to know it would come off?!" "I always knew Toyota was cheap!" "Why would this lever be here?!" "Who did that?"
Once in the second stage, the individual recognizes that denial cannot continue. Because of anger, the person is very difficult to care for due to misplaced feelings of rage and envy (and in a moving car). Any individual that symbolizes the ability to steer is subject to projected resentment and jealousy.
The said individual holding the detached steering wheel in his/her hand is likely to feel envy for the driver of the Honda Accord in the adjacent lane (WITH the steering wheel still firmly secured and in working condition).

Stage 3: Bargaining. "Just let me live to see my children graduate."; "I'll do anything for a few more moments."; "Please, just don't let me hit the wall going 75. Let me slow down first."
The third stage involves the hope that the individual can somehow postpone or delay doom. Usually, the negotiation for an extended life is made with a higher power in exchange for a reformed lifestyle. Psychologically, the person is saying, "I understand I will die, but if I could just have more time..."

Stage 4: Depression. "I'm so sad, why bother with it anymore?"; "I'm going to die . . . What's the point?" "And I spent so much money on these custom leather seats..." "Look at that car... HIS steering wheel is still on." "Look at him steer, he doesn't know what he has." "Ungrateful maggot." "I probably deserve to die."
During the fourth stage, the person begins to understand the certainty of doom. Because of this, the individual may become silent. This process allows the doomed person to disconnect oneself from things of love and affection. It is not recommended to attempt to cheer an individual up that is in this stage, through honking or waving. It is an important time for grieving that must be processed.

Stage 5: Acceptance. "It's going to be okay."; "Well... I DID pull it off."; "I can't fight it, I may as well prepare for it." "I should probably warn the driver next to me, he probably has a family."
This final stage comes with peace and understanding of the impending doom that is fast approaching. Generally, the person in the fifth stage will want to buckle up. This stage has also been described as the end of the struggle. The steering wheel is most likely resting on the passenger seat at this point.



Bear in mind, this is is all happening in a period of 5-10 seconds. What time do they have, really?










And now behold, the majestic llama.



Monday, July 20, 2009

I rode a dolphin the other day.
It was terrifying.


I hate whales.
They are huge.


Can you imagine bubbling on down beneath the ocean surface and finding this?






A new born blue whale measures 20-26 feet (6.0 - 7.9 meters) long and weighs up to 6,614 pounds (3003 kg).

Dang.
Majestic creatures, no matter how horrifying.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Blog·ging? ( ˈbläg-ing) noun.

: a Web site that contains an online personal journal with reflections, comments, and often hyperlinks provided by the writer ; also : the contents of such a site.

This new fad, it goes by the name of blogging. My BFFL Jamee participates in this new fad. I watched her slowly become addicted to hers, as I became addicted to reading hers. I decided I would give it a try.
I am still unsure of what my blog is going to focus on. Minus keeping up with the latest trends, I am no fashion-guru. Nor am I obsessive over a particular hobby (with the exception of musica and reading).
I just have my life, and my life lessons to share. :)
Hmm... Interesting? Maybe to my friends. But, I will probably be doing this mostly for myself.

What do I start with? The day's events? The week's events?

Lately, the only music I listen to is Death Cab or The Shins. I can't explain that one, besides the fact that both of those names mean incredible tune-age.

Also, I have got this newfound infestation of buggards in my bedroom. Spiders mostly, though a scouting earwig or two show up on special occasions. :)
Upon attempting to "smush" one the other evening, I used my hairbrush. Which broke. I took that as a challenge. I have now brought hammers, knives, and an assortment of unique utensils into my bedroom. Mostly successful, and when I'm feeling extra savvy, a toilet plunger.
I've never had any severe form of arachnophobia, luckily.
Although, I do participate in the enjoyment of ichthyophobia.
That is fear of fish. Yes, sticking my finger in an aquarium might end my heartbeat. However, I manage to have an incredible infatuation with scuba diving.
It's a rush for me, and I have found myself to be quite the adrenaline junkie these days.

And that's my first blog entry. How quaint.



Now, here is an elephant to look at.