My white knight on a steed

This is the way I will always remember Davy.  It was quite a shock to find out he was gone this morning (thank you CW for letting me know – even if it was a shock).  Every generation has its heartthrobs. The same elation that Bieber produces in 10 and 11 year olds now was felt by the 10 and 11 year olds of my generation towards Davy and a little piece of our hearts still jumps with joy and squeals with glee when we see him perform.

I remember I so very, very much wanted a hat like he wore in the above picture. Never did get it.   Of course, being ten and fickle, I soon moved my attentions onto Mickey – ’cause you know, a guy who can make you laugh is a keeper.  And then as a mature 11 year old, or was I 12, my crush on Mike Nesmith blossomed.  Hey, Mike was a serious musician and had a subversive sense of humor.  Sorry Peter but you were always outside my taste range.

Ahh, but Davy and his little Davy dance… that’s my ‘tween years right there in a velvet shirt and a tassel necklace dancing his little Davy dance …. take a look …

Michael Nesmith was quite eloquent in his good-bye for now to Davy – all the lovely people

Isn’t it ironic, don’t you think…

I broke my Lenten promise. Blatantly sitting with the iPad on my lap watching the Oscars. It gets worse. I have twitter open and I’m following the commenting as it happens. Oh the shame. My promise was to use technology less. To not check my emails, the etsy store, the blog stats, Facebook every fifteen minutes – not an exaggeration. I am obsessively connected. And so being the “good” catholic that I am, I am confessing my sin. And can only say I will try to do better … tomorrow. Easter is a good long ways away. I will try again. But for tonight I have google as my research tool and twitter to confirm my suspicions that Angelina needs to eat something NOW!

Funny what has stayed with me most strongly from my religion. I pray, I light candles, I respect the rituals of my upbringing and the church even tho’ I don’t follow all the edicts and don’t go to mass. My beliefs are best described as a follower of Joseph Campbell. All religions have truth. I have chosen mine as the instrument best suited to me. That and the iPad… I swear I’ll do better tomorrow. Must go back to twitter now. …

UPDATE:  My lord I’m having a hard time disconnecting.  I sincerely think my past lenten sacrifice of giving up coffee was far easier even with the severe headaches and crankiness the withdrawals produced.  I can not seem to quit clicking, tapping, swiping at things.  The ease of connectivity makes it all the more difficult to turn away.  I’ll keep trying but the fact that I keep updating my blog about how I should be limiting my forays into my cyberlife does not bode well ….

Prepare yourselves, I will probably be updating the blog on a daily basis between now and Easter.

P.S.  I also seem to be addicted to the use of ellipsis – and dashes …. its beginning to even annoy me …

And there’s nothing I can do….

I finally had the MRI on Friday – my first one. It wasn’t too bad. I was taken to a nice sized room where the MRI was the focal point – clean lines, modernist, minimalist decor. I didn’t have the hearing aids nor the glasses on so I was almost the female equivalent of Tommy as they led me to the machine. Being positioned in it was akin to being placed in a Mercury Capsule minus the window although it actually had more the look of something from 2001 A Space Odyssey. I had a cage/mask put over my head so I wouldn’t move around too much I suppose. Made me feel a little Hannibal Lecterish. They asked me what music I would like to listen to (to drown out the noise the machine makes). I chose classical. Unfortunately it sounded like a badly tuned radio station – I think that might have had a lot to do with my hearing, or lack thereof, and the jackhammer rattling noise the MRI itself makes.
I was well prepared for all of this by my sister who has MS and has had many an MRI – she claims to find them relaxing. But then she also has a five year old and almost 9 year old at home and MRIs are probably the few occasions she has to nap.
Technically I had two MRIs. One was au naturelle and the other was after I was injected with radioactive waste of some sort that, as my sister puts it, lights up your brain like a Christmas tree. All in all took about an hour. At one point I did have a mild feeling of panic sweep over me as I started thinking about where I was and had no control and what if the MRI operator out there had a stroke or something and the building caught fire and …. And I took a deep breathe and told myself “you’ve always wanted to go up in space – this may be as close as you get.” And I took a breath and listened to the rattling and thought about other things including the mix tape I would make for myself should I ever have to do one of these again. It would start off with David Bowie’s Major Tom (Space Oddity) and include some of the 2001 soundtrack, maybe Pinball Wizard followed by Rocket Man, and the Talking Heads And She Was, and ending with another rendition of Major Tom or perhaps the Eels, Last Stop This Town.

I await the results. Who knows what they’ll find inside my head … If anything but cobwebs and an old 45 of Davey Jones Mickey Dolenz (!) singing “I’m a Believer.”  Please excuse the error – I can’t believe I dissed Micky that way – it must have been some remnant of the radioactive waste still floating around my brain.

This and that

The best part about owning a house is I can belt out Julio Sosa’s Al Mundo Le Falta un Tornillo
in the shower at 11:30 at night and no one bangs on the wall or calls the cops.

An open letter to the Susan G. Komen Foundation.

Reblogged from spynotes:

An open letter to the Susan G. Komen Foundation:

Abortion is a thorny issue. I have my beliefs on the matter, but I also find it easy to see the other side of things. And I honestly don’t know what to think about it all. And if you tell me you don’t want to fund abortions because you think abortion is morally wrong, I will understand.

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This post by HarrietSpy sums up so well the Komen Foundation's error in distancing itself from Planned Parenthood. Please read:http://spynotes.wordpress.com/2012/02/02/an-open-letter-to-the-susan-g-komen-foundation/