Running out of the house this morning to make it to Music and Movement, as I went for my keys, I spied this little arrangement and had to snap a quick pic. This couldn't better sum up my life right now. And while both do wonderful jobs, please, oh, please, don't confuse the two!
For an early birthday present, my totally awesome husband got me front row tickets to see Jeff Mangum at the Saunder's Theater at Harvard. It. Was. Amazing.
I have now seen my top five, most life altering, seminal bands/musicians play live. And with some of my favorite people along for the ride.
In 1999, Aeroplane Over the Sea was that album that kind of blew open the doors and windows to all of the music I have come to love and cherish as an adult. We were in Atlanta, listening to lots of college radio, going to Wax n' Facts and Criminal Records, going to show after show in the city and down in Athens. Bright Eyes, Tortoise, Apples in Stereo, Dirty Three, Pinback, Ghosts and Vodka, Songs: Ohia . . . of how my musical horizons were broadened.
And now I'm watching my little girls dance wildly to Holland, 1945. And I'm going to join them. Maybe you'd like to join us too.
As hurricanes go, we were awful lucky that Irene didn't slam us too hard while on Long Island. We woke at 3 a.m. to a power surge and the storm began to rage. By 11 a.m. it was mostly gone. My sister and boyfriend were with us from London, and I think it was pretty special to all be together during that storm, if only for 48 hours. And I learned a little, I think.
I learned that living with power is a blessing, and we ought to be more grateful for it.
I learned that living without is truly wonderful too: reading by candle-light, playing card games, and talking, so much talk to each other.
I learned that a hurricane makes neighbors walk around and talk to each other, and help each other, and drink together. I think that's nice.
I learned that even neighborhood kids to look up at some strange lady taking their picture and totally get it: This is something we will never forget.
I learned that Sal D's will never close, no matter how bad the storm and the food is always, always incredible.
I learned that if my grandmother is still wandering around in the dark after 8 p.m., she wants to stay up and talk about her life. You should listen. Even if you heard these stories before. She won't be around forever to retell them, and each time I learn something new about her.
I learned that I am and will always be an Islander. A hurricane is like a badge of honor. I have now gone through two in my lifetime there.
I learned that I haven't shot spot or weather-related photos in nearly a decade, but I still totally have it.
I learned that if your oldest friend from childhood and your sister's oldest friend from childhood are both drinking at the same bar, that has no power, but cold beer, you better believe you and your sister are going to be there in a flash.
I learned that you need to cheer for LIPA when they drive by with their utility trucks because they will totally honk back at you and flash thumbs up!
I learned that Napper's hasn't really changed since high school and I like that.
And I learned that the sky after a hurricane is a sight to behold.
You can read the Oprah piece here. You can visit the awesome blog Granny is My Wingman, here. And when she isn't online dating and ruling the New York club scene, she's out saving orphans in Nairobi, Kenya with her R.E.A.D. project.