the man, the master :: paul simon @ BB&T :: 09.08.19
I’ve never understood how people can cry at concerts.
I mean, I have a very deep connection to music and certain songs - and bands - can make me cry as soon as I hear the first note. But I’ve never cried at a concert.
Welp. I can cross THAT off my bucket list. *sigh*
I have a super deep connection to Paul Simon that goes back to… well, as far back as I can remember. The Graceland album, in particular, was my number one non-R.E.M. album for YEARS.
When employees had the opportunity to buy reduced price tickets, you can bet your ass I jumped on that offer.
Paul Simon didn’t disappoint. He seriously could have taught a masterclass in performing. It was amazing. Whether he was singing a cappella, with a jazzy sextet, with the entire band… he put on a show. It wasn’t a theatrical show, like P!nk, but it was fucking amazing. A M A Z I N G.
So any way - he’s down to his last few songs and he whips out “Kodachrome”.
I have such strong memories of this song - they overtook me and I burst into tears.
I cried through that one and The Boxer. Totally unable to stop.
I was so lost in the music that I completely lost myself. Blew myself up on a memory landmine.
I hate memory landmines. They always show up at the most inopportune times.
Like the middle of a fucking Paul Simon concert.
Oh well. It was amazing and totally worth it.
summit peak hoodie #3
OK. Can I be honest here? (When am I not? LOL)
I FUCKING LOVE THIS PATTERN.
This is the third one I’ve made and I love this one the best. (Yes, even more than I love my Marauder’s Map one.)
I keep buying fabric JUST to make this hoodie.
I think I need a 12-step program.
We’ve been going through some… upheaval at work.
Our Director of Business Development was named Chief of Staff in March. In March, I asked for some of his work. I was told absolutely not; they had other plans for me.
Our Junior Accountant had gotten so good at his job, I gave all my work to him with the promise of more coming my way. That never materialised and what little work I managed to hang onto couldn’t keep me busy.
We’re bringing F&B in house. That goes live on 9-11. Nobody in charge has any idea what they’re doing. I’m the only finance person with food service accounting experience.
The moral of the story?
BE. CAREFUL. WHAT. YOU. WISH. FOR.
(Karma is a motherfucker.)
The F&B thing meant that the person who was taking over the work I asked for in March couldn’t do it anymore. So it slid to me about 10 days ago.
About 10 days ago as well, Jr. gave his notice. So I get back all the work I gave to him.
In about 10 days, I’ll be called upon to help with the F&B books because it’s too much for one person.
Fucking shoot me now.
I solemnly swear I am up to no good.
I have been hoarding that Marauder’s Map fabric forever and I’ve been terrified to cut into it.
As one thing goes well, the rest fall to shit.
It’s just the way it goes, right?
On a happy note, I went to Universal for my birthday and that wand sticking out of the (way cool) hidden pocket? It chose me at Olivander’s. Ash with a unicorn hair horn. (The same core as Draco Malfoy’s, which is interesting since he’s my favourite character in the books. I’m serious. There’s so much more to him than you see in the movies. I think JKR did such a great job with him, but since we only see him through Harry’s eyes, it’s hard to see.)
I’m not huge into wandlore, but I do find it interesting that wands with a unicorn hair core produce the most consistent magic, least subject to fluctuations and blockages, most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts and the most faithful of wands. However, they do not make the most powerful of wands (unless the wandwood compensates) and are prone to melancholy if mishandled.
Ash wood, too, has an interesting backstory: The ash wand clings to its one true master and ought not to be passed on or gifted from the original owner, because it will lose power and skill. This tendency is especially valid if the core is constructed of unicorn hair. Old superstitions regarding wands rarely bear close examination, but it is believed that the old rhyme regarding rowan, chestnut, ash and hazel wands (rowan gossips, chestnut drones, ash is stubborn, hazel moans) contains a small nugget of truth. Those witches and wizards best suited to ash wands are not lightly swayed from their beliefs or purposes.
However, the brash or over-confident witch or wizard, who often insists on trying wands of this prestigious wood, will be disappointed by its effects. The ideal owner may be stubborn, and will certainly be courageous, but never crass or arrogant.
It makes me feel a little better to know that my wand core is subject to melancholy if mishandled and that my wand wood is best suited for people that aren’t lightly swayed from their beliefs or purposes and are stubborn and courageous… it seems to suit me well lately.
I’m still struggling and it’s getting worse. I’m on new meds, which I don’t think are helping, but time will tell.
I went to the Florida SuperCon yesterday for a much needed Barrowman fix. He always seems to make things better. Bonus was getting to meet Robin Lord Taylor who plays Penguin on Gotham. He’s pretty much the only reason I watch the show and he is sweet. Super sweet. Too sweet to play such a psychopath.
I’m also knitting again.
And tearing apart the kitchen. I’m painting the cabinets because I can’t afford to replace them. It’s going slow. It feels like I spend more time waiting for paint to dry… I had the week of July 4th off and I had such high hopes to get other stuff done, but I never got past the first set of cabinets. The fact is, they’re still torn apart waiting for some poly acrylic. I don’t feel well, so it’s been hard to get motivated to move off the couch.
I’ve been playing video games since I cleaned out the craft room / person cave, too.
I’m thinking about joining the 501st Legion. More as a handler, less than a cosplayer, but it will still get me out of the house. Which is ridiculous since I’m becoming agoraphobic. (Did I mention I’m getting worse? Yup.)
About fencing again. Even if I have to switch weapons. I’m not sure I’m want to fence epee, but it’s the only weapon available at the closest fencing place.
I don’t know. I feel so lost. So out of control.
I know I’ll get better, but I don’t know when or how.
And that’s the worst part of all of this…
I haven’t been sewing as much as I’d like to, because… reasons.
A lot of my stuff isn’t coming out perfect (and that’s a huge problem for me) and I don’t want to rush through anything. Which means nothing after work because after dinner feels too late. *sigh*
I’ve been playing a lot of the Sims, which is OK.
I’ve been writing a LOT of Drarry, which is better.
I’ve painted and completely redecorated two rooms. Next up is the hallway.
I’m trying to get my brain around the fact that this is my life now, but it’s been hard.
It’s been a year and a little over a month and South Florida still feels like a different planet.
I know I’ll get there eventually, and the constant trips to Universal help, but in the mean time…
I just feel so unsettled. It’s like when I moved to Toledo all over again.
paws for a cause 5k medals for all!
So… if you remember, I joined the Hogwarts Running Club and made 5K one of my three words.
It’s been slow going. Between the Hogwarts Running Club and it’s sister, the Whovian Running Club, I have quite a few miles to log. That’s not counting re-running the other virtual races I’ve done before.
I decided when I joined HRC / WRC that I was going to EARN those medals. There were three rules:
1) I couldn’t count steps I took during the course of a normal day
2) I had to log miles in consecutive days for them to count towards a medal
3) I couldn’t double up races - a 5K IRL doesn’t count towards a virtual race unless it’s not medaled. If there’s no bling, it counts.
So far, I have the Hell In High Heels 12K, Dumbledore’s Army 5K, and Forgotten 5K medals to earn. I’ve already earned the Handles 5K and Nargles 9K medals. I earned the Handles in March on a walk with a ridiculous dog who refused to go home. I just (finally) earned the Nargle this week.
And that’s JUST those two clubs. I still have 3 Zombies, Run VRs to complete (5K/10K) and a few ridiculous races from the Harry Potter Alliance. I think those are a marathon and two 50 milers. PLUS, I have the Disney Star Wars Half Marathon VR medal…
The clubs may be virtual, but the miles and bling are real.
I’ve been trying to find more IRL races and today we did a 5K to support a Doberman rescue group. Guinney came with us and was an absolute joy to walk with. I was shocked when they handed me three finisher’s medals. I mean, he’s a dog. They gave him a bandana… but after walking that final half mile in the pouring rain (thank you, Florida!), I figured he deserved it, too.
The dementors have been chasing me a lot lately. I mean it’s been bad since we moved, but it’s been REALLY bad lately. I’m loving the support I’m getting from my fellow ‘Claws and it’s made it easier this week to get out and get moving. Exercise is a hard patronus to cast, but it works…
Guinness and I logged 9 miles over four days. Not a lot of miles compared to others in my groups, but it’s more than I did last week.
I’m looking to do a bunch more IRL races (including some of the Disney races and one at Universal), and two huge challenges over the next few years, so I’ve got to get off my ass.
Yes. THIS Dopey Challenge. 40+ miles of absolute hell.
I’m still thinking about doing a GORUCK Challenge, too, but I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for it. These races? As long as I can walk them, I’m good.
OH SHIT! I forgot about pledging to do the 10 mile GORUCK Your Dog fundraiser, too.
It’s a damn good thing Guinness is an amazing walking partner.