Monthly Archives: November 2015

get on your boots

I’ve been thinking about Adele. She broke an all-time sales record that is mind boggling: 3 million copies sold in a week!

Her voice really is amazing. I’ve never thought it to be unique or think that her songs were any good until I saw the video for “Hello” and a bunch of promo videos for other songs on her new album. Then her voice finally stood out to  me. Maybe it took this long for her voice to be something or the songs to be something that I would pay attention to.

This made me think of U2. Way back in 2009, on their album “No Line On The Horizon,” there’s a song called “Get On Your Boots,” and it talks about a time that is coming to pass now.

“Women of the future hold the big revelations”

Actually, the whole song talks about a time that would describe today pretty well.

I would like to describe how this is coming to pass, but I’ll keep it short: women are rising up. The future will have powerful women in it.


The future needs a big kiss
Winds blows with a twist
Never seen a moon like this
Can you see it too?

Night is falling everywhere
Rockets at the fun fair
Satan loves a bomb scare
But he won’t scare you

Hey, sexy boots
Get on your boots, yeah

You free me from the dark dream
Candy floss ice cream
All our kids are screaming
But the ghosts aren’t real

Here’s where we gotta be
Love and community
Laughter is eternity
If joy is real

You don’t know how beautiful
You don’t know how beautiful you are
You don’t know, and you don’t get it, do you?
You don’t know how beautiful you are

That’s someone’s stuff they’re blowing up
We’re into growing up
Women of the future
Hold the big revelations

I got a submarine
You got gasoline
I don’t want to talk about wars between nations

Not right now

Hey sexy boots…
Get on your boots, yeah
Not right now
Bossy boots

Let me in the sound
Let me in the sound, now
God, I’m going down
I don’t wanna drown now
Meet me in the sound

haircut, egg rolls, and Rex

Yesterday was a series of ups and downs, but I’ll talk about the ups of the day, which was getting a haircut by my stylist in her kitchen. She calls them “kitchen cuts,” which is just me sitting in the middle of her kitchen on a regular dining chair. We chatted away and I mentioned the egg rolls I am currently obsessed with. She then mentioned that her roommate made egg rolls earlier that day and could sample them, which I of course did (they were very, very good).

Also included in my kitchen cut was her dog, Rex, a little chihuahua that barked and barked but I was okay with that. He saw me in the kitchen and then proceeded to eat his dog bowl clean while I watched.

Then, suddenly my haircut was done, and she always does a great job. Looking in the mirror made my day better, having a “new” look for the next season.

apple cider vinegar

I’ve started taking apple cider vinegar (ACV) after reading about its myriad benefits. I’ve sipped diluted ACV for digestion and it helped a ton, which surprised me. I also used a dilution to soak my hair after shampooing, and voila! I had super silky hair.

I primarily am interested in the cleansing and detoxifying benefits, so I’m taking it at night and see how I feel the next day. And it’s been positive so far.

I’m using pure organic, unfiltered ACV, the popular Bragg’s brand. It’s funny how the one brand I saw and would secretly make fun of in my head is the one thing I am so glad to buy!


Last night I had a dream I was Sherlock Holmes, the version from the TV show “Elementary” on CBS. I dreamed I was him and was riding a motorcycle, the sporty kind, a Ducati or something. It was yellow and I was riding it up a winding dirt road with hairpin turns. And Watson was riding in the back. We were not wearing helmets.

Anyway, I am riding this motorcycle up the dirt road and doing hairpin turns by doing a stop and pivot on the front wheel (a “stoppie,” according to Wikipedia).

I do a bunch of these and a part of me can’t believe I can do these things, let alone even know how to ride a bike with the gears and brakes on the handlebars and at the feet.

I have no idea what this dream means but it was really cool. Maybe I just watch too much “Elementary.”

charity: water

Today I checked on my fundraising campaign for charity: water. What a surprise I found! My goal of raising $450 was met yesterday! It really stumped me, yet why was I stumped? Why did I start the campaign if I felt as if it could not be done? Perhaps I wanted to see what could be done. My expectations were not high enough, but I’m glad that they were exceeded!

I’ve never campaigned for any sort of cause before, even though the issue of clean water has always caught my attention. This year, for my birthday, I wanted to take action, and it’s amazing how one small decision is going to impact a community somewhere that doesn’t have access to clean water! It has a global impact!

While in every way I am amazed by my friends who have donated (some of whom I haven’t seen in years), I am becoming aware of the impact of one. And that I can impact the world in a real, practical way to total strangers! It’s empowering, revelatory, and slightly terrifying.

How much more can I change the world in a positive way? There is so much negativity, stupid arguments, and endless distractions in our lives. It is time for me to stop procrastinating, dawdling about, and only wish for change when I can actually do something to bring about change.

This week I’ve started to flesh out a story synopsis that I wrote a couple years ago. I hope to make it into a short serial e-book for Amazon Kindle. It’s not easy to write, but I know I must write it and see what can happen. I have been wonderfully surprised today; how much more excitement is out there?


I’m looking for you
outside, inside, online
mostly online, but you aren’t there
connected to the world but nowhere
I click and click and nothing answers
just news of war and disasters
I know you are there
just don’t be next to me
be out there where I can find you virtually

Brooklyn and Hamlet

Over the weekend I saw a film (Brooklyn) and a play (Hamlet) and while my expectations were low and high for each show respectively, they ended up being reversed by the time the actors took the bow.

The film, set in Ireland and Brooklyn, NY, was beautifully made, with great costumes and strong but subtle acting. The story, about a young woman immigrating to the U.S. alone, didn’t seem thrilling to me, so I lacked interest in watching it, even though there was a Q&A with the lead actress, director, and producer afterwards.

However, the story starts quickly, with the young daughter leaving her mother and older sister behind in Ireland, where she had no prospects for a future. By the end of the film I was all wrapped up in her story, wondering how it would end. Would it be cheesy or tragic? It ended up being the “right” ending, and I felt like I could identify with her and her struggles of identity and what is considered “home.”

One particular detail I liked about the film was having the native New Yorkers speak with their distinct accents. The NY accent today isn’t very distinct like it was back then, so it was a nice touch to add to the authentic feel of the time period of the 1950s.

In stark contrast, the Hamlet I saw via the National Theatre Live screening had no distinct setting of time. That was the most obvious thing that stood out to me; so much so that it became unsettling, and, in the end, extremely irritating.

Shakespearean dialogue mashed up with elaborate stage pieces, fancy suits, Victorian style coats, military uniforms, hoodies, jeans, sneakers, and a flannel shirt made a visually inconsistent, incoherent statement.

I wanted to be blown away by this play, I really did. And yet I have to admit that I wasn’t. The one very good thing I will say is that it made me think about what I did and didn’t like, and this interpretation challenged me. But I still didn’t like it.

stay beautiful

It was a mildly chilly evening but I was bundled up in a hoodie and jacket, wearing dark clothing. I was walking down the sidewalk carrying a pizza slice box. It was nearly dark and the streetlights were on. A man on a bicycle sped down the street, and when he was coming up from behind and passing me, I heard him say,

“Stay beautiful, girl!”

And he went past me and was gone in the midst of the traffic and out of my line of sight. I was already walking with my head high, but I walked a little bit more regally carrying that pizza box.