Monthly Archives: December 2010

sotd 12.22.10

Hoo boy! How’s about some good ol’ fashioned Holiday Spirit Happy Christmastime Music?

Or not.

“Clap for the Killers” / Street Sweeper Social Club (2009)

p.s. This song is in TV spots for the upcoming NBC show “The Cape.” I just liked the name of the group, in a kind of awful-but-haha way.

Too long to tweet.

Oh, geez. Here I am feeling all loserly and tired and pissy and I get home from work and what do I see? A copy of the LiveSTRONG Quarterly arrived in the mail for me today. It’s like God is telling me to shut up and deal, because really Julie? Who the fuck do you think you are thinking that you have it rough?

The Big Man’s good for a subliminal nudge out of Pity Town any day.

Unfortunate.

Hey, it’s Rascal Flatts’ new album:

Nothing Like This, you say? No, there certainly isn’t anything like your glowing crotch, Gary LeVox!

p.s. I’ve been lax about posting. I’ve also been working a lot.

sotd 12.19.10

Oh, man! Once I had tickets to see The Kooks at Cain’s but then the concert was cancelled and I can’t remember why but oh man! Once I was real, real bummed about it.

“Seaside” / The Kooks (2006)

Holiday Greetings.

Go ahead, choose not to believe me: I swear I had Christmas cards ready to send out this year. But then…I didn’t. And today I looked at the calendar and soiled myself because really, Christmas? You’re happening this week? I know that sending out a card isn’t the Reason for the Season, but I got real crafty pre-Thanksgiving and I swear I started making holiday cards. No, for real! The Future Mrs. Smith got me some rockin’ paper punches for Criffmiff this year and I really just went to town.

Y’all will get them next year, I kind of promise. Until then, here’s a highly unpersonal mass electronic holiday message for your perusal:

(Clockwise from top left: dangerously long straws at Taco Bueno, Tulsa, OK; draaankin on the lake outside Dallas, TX; the infamous Toaster from earlier this year gets trashed; the Gay Dolphin Gift Cove, Myrtle Beach, SC; remnants from the newest Panda Express here in town; and I really like Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.)

sotd 12.17.10

The Greatest Song Ever, by one of the Greatest Bands Ever (is it conceited to say that I thought so even before it was Glee-ified?)

“Don’t Stop Believin'” / Journey (1981)

An(other) Open Letter.

Hey, how’s it goin’?

True story: I was once turned down for a job at Taco Bell. Well, maybe “turned down” isn’t the right phrase, but I filled out an application along with two of my friends and a) both of them went on to lead highly fruitful (hahahahahahaha) TB careers there and I never got a call back. Secretly, I fear that I failed the “test” that was administered. I think it involved math. I am terrible at math.

Oh, I’m digressing aren’t I?

The point I’m trying to get to – and I really oughta just make it now before it gets lost – is this: Hang in there. There’s going to be times when you feel like leaving your last job was the stupidest thing that you’ve ever done, that you had it incredibly good and any problems you had were minor, overcome-able. You’ll think that you are basically the Biggest Living Idiot in this country, and you will hate yourself for it. You’ll fill out application after application and, worse than hearing “I’m sorry, we’ve found someone else,” you’ll hear nothing back. And in that nothing echoes a sort of loneliness. A desperation, really. You might even cry, or worse.

And it’s okay to feel that way, for a little while. I mean, ignoring that feeling of inadequacy gives it more power – it festers inside of you and poisons everything you think and say and do. But to acknowledge that feeling exists, to name it, to say “Yeah, I’m feeling pretty fucking shitty about this whole un (or under) employed deal” is to exert power over it. It puts you back in the driver’s seat.

And that’s where you want to be, because you can’t move forward if you’re just along for the ride. Is the road gonna be a bumpy one? Oh hell yes. Will it lead Directly To Where You Want To Go. Fuck no. But you’ll get there, eventually. Trust me.

“Oh, why should I trust you? You have a Master’s degree and you work in a fucking restaurant!” Well, fuck you, you should listen to me. Here’s why: I’ve been down this road before, kemo sabe, and while it might loop around for awhile, you’ll eventually find your way out of the cul-de-sac and back on the freeway. I did.

Whew. These driving metaphors are making my fingers hurt. But do you get what I’m saying? Because you need to. Let me make this absolutely clear: hang in there. Keep on keeping on. Take breaks in the job search if you have to. For every Bad Thought you think, think two more Good Thoughts (even if this has to come a few hours or days later – it’s a roller coaster, I know). Take time to name what you are feeling; take as much time as you need. But most important? The biggest take-away point I got here? It’s this:

Don’t give up.

Yours truly,
Julie

On baking

First, kindly move your cursor across the screen you are currently viewing. Notice anything different? IT CHANGES THE DIRECTION OF THE SNOWFLAKES! Tres cool.

Second, I love baking. I will be the first to tell you that I don’t actually know that much about it – the science of it eludes me and I often combine the ingredients in the wrong order and end up with an edible, but not-as-good-as-it-could-be finished product. I also lack the “tools” one might find necessary to produce delicious baked goods, like a stand mixer or a spatula. Nevertheless, I persevere.

My mother thinks that I am nuts. I’m currently cooling a batch of cake balls. “That’s a hell of a lot of work to put into those!” she griped as I explained how I planned to melt roughly 3983 pounds of almond bark after work so that I might dip these little nuggets of Heaven into a molten pool of Delicious. I just shook my head. It’s a labor of love.

Chocolate cupcakes with peanut butter icing and crumbled Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. Basically some of the best things I've ever made. Ever.

For me, the effort (and sometimes it’s a lot of effort as I experiment and try to find more efficient ways of doing things) is completely and totally worth it. It doesn’t hurt that I often have a captive (read: hungry) audience. All I have to do is bring a Tupperware box of ANYTHING to my place of work and my coworkers descend on it like a pack of malnourished wolves (that said, should I trust their opinion? I assume a malnourished wolf will eat anything, right?).

But no, seriously: I wish I had more time and money to devote to this.

sotd 12.16.10

All I can say is this: Mmmmmmmmm.

“Love and Happiness” / Al Green (1972)

sotd 12.15.10

Apologies to the music purists out there: I just love these guys’ version of this one, even though it’s not the Otis Redding original (1966)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFaG4IbPl28

“Try a Little Tenderness” / Three Dog Night (1969)