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Sad Song Saturday: Leonard Cohen - So Long, Marianne (download) (submitted by Victoria J.)

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Victoria says: So Long, Marianne is a sad song. Apparently it is about Marianne Jensen, who was married to Scandinavian novelist Axel Jensen and bore his son, Axel Jensen. After Marianne and Axel (dad) broke up, Leonard lived with Marianne and Axel (son) for a while. But then, one must assume from the song, they broke up. And wouldn’t you know it, she wrote a book about it.

I say: Wednesday night was the performance of my students’ final plays — they were so wonderful and clever and beautiful and I was so proud of them. Part of me wished I could hold on to the moment forever, but as it turns out, time moves forward. Everything ends.

These last few months have been incredibly rewarding and challenging and exhausting and fun, but we humans have to keep moving forward or we’ll die (or maybe that’s sharks; no, I’m pretty sure it’s humans). One of my students asked me where I was going next and I said I would hold up my umbrella and let the wind take me to the next children who needed me. It was both funny and sad — “kind of like real life,” as my own high school drama teacher used to say about things that were both funny and sad.

It was either William Faulkner or the band Semisonic that said “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end,” and I now stand on the precipice of the next great adventure, whatever that may be. And yes, it’s scary when warm things end, when you outgrow a boyfriend, when old friendships sour, when you get too big for your shell and are forced to wander naked across the ocean floor in search of a soda can (okay, that may be hermit crabs). It’s scary and bittersweet and sometimes pretty gross. But it’s also a little bit thrilling.

Kind of like real life.

Sad Song Saturday: Ben Harper - Another Lonely Day (download) (submitted by Nathan)

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Do you think most of our days are lonely ones?

Sure, when you look back at your life, the highlights will stand out— those days when you felt loved and content and full. Those are the days you live for, those are the days that get you through the other days.

But those other days; how many of those between-great days are just okay, and how many are less than okay, lacking, empty? How many are Lonely Days?

There are many kinds of Lonely Days.

There are Waiting Days— these are probably the most common. The sad fact is that when all is said and done, the majority of our lives are spent killing time. Everybody’s waiting for something. You pick up your phone, Did I miss a call? You refresh your email, turn on the TV. You sit in a cafe and stare at the wall, headphones in your ears, listening to the same song over and over. Nothing important or interesting will happen today. Today is just another thing to get through before you can get to tomorrow. Today will be forgotten.

There are Desperate Days— days where you say, Today is not going to be Another Lonely Day. I am going to go out and paint some towns. You call up your friends, you make plans. And after all the parties, the dancing, the forced smiles, the handshakes and hugs, after all the work, you go home and you lie in bed alone and you think about how your failure was doubly embarrassing, because this time you really tried.

There are Fuck The World Days. You jump out of bed and you say, fuck it, I don’t give a fuck, I’m going hiking. He was fiercely independent, you imagine they’ll say about you, as you swat at branches and skid down a leafy hill. He built up a wall and didn’t let anybody in. You’ll be taught in schools, they’ll build a statue in your honor. He was the best, the plaque will say, at being lonely.

There are Days When Suddenly It All Makes Sense. One morning, you’ll wake up and look straight up at the ceiling and you’ll think, Wow. There’s no such thing as fate and there’s no such thing as God and love is an illusion and the Beatles beat their wives.

But there’s good news too. You’ll see that life is full of regret, and sorrow, and disappointment, and Lonely Days, but we suffer through it all and it makes us stronger. You can’t tell the future and you don’t have all the answers. All you can do is try your best to be happy right now. After all, what’s it all for if not so we can enjoy some little bit of happiness when we find it?

And suddenly it will all make sense. And you’ll think, wouldn’t it be wonderful if I had someone to share this with?

Sad Song Saturday is on hiatus this week while I am in Los Angeles. Tune in next Saturday for more sadness.

Come Fly With Me.

abudak:

Travel and Leisure Magazine put out their rankings of “American’s Favorite Cities” today, and, of course, included Washington, DC.  Based on DC’s ranking (out of 30) on attractiveness (#27), Friendliness (#28), Romance (#29), and Wildness (#30), but with a cultural ranking of #1, one can only conclude that we are ugly, rude, boring, and dull…but we have siiiiiick museums!

Not sure who voted in this (Really? New Yorkers are less attractive, athletic, and intelligent than people in Kansas City? Look at the picture they chose for Kansas City! Clearly even the website is on my side here.) but there are some fun breakdowns here regardless.  Hmmm, where should I move to next…?

Sad Song Saturday: Joni Mitchell - Both Sides, Now (download)

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Julia told me this story one night at the Alligator Lounge:

Graham Nash and Joni Mitchell were in love and engaged to be married when she went to Paris.  When she got there, she thought about all the talented women in her family that never went anywhere because they got married and settled down.  So, she sent Graham Nash a break up letter, and in it she wrote: “No matter how tightly you hold on to sand, it still slips through your fingers.”

Last Minute Cheap and Easy Halloween Costume Ideas For YOU!

“WHAT?! Halloween is this weekend? I had no idea! What am I going to do? I’d better get my big stupid head out of my big stupid ass!”

Guess who that was. Give up? It was you. I know, I’m really good at impressions.

So you haven’t picked out a costume yet and you’re afraid it’s too late? Never fear! I have compiled this list of cheap and easy costume ideas for those of you who waited until the last minute. Feel free to use any of these. All I ask is that you send me a check for five dollars, or at least tell all your friends that I am handsome.

• A good costume to wear in these hipster times is Ironic You. This is someone who dresses exactly like you, but does so ironically. Put on your favorite sweater and say, “Isn’t this sweater lame? It’s so bad it’s great.” Talk about movies you like. “The Royal Tenenbaums? That’s the worst. That makes it the best!”

• Another great costume is Person Who Ignores Everyone Because She’s Listening To Her IPod. Wear headphones that lead into your pocket. Cut in line at the keg. When someone taps you on the shoulder and tells you you’re cutting, make a gesture that says, “I can’t hear you. I’m listening to my iPod.” Smile and nod at everyone. Tell people how much you love Matt & Kim.

• Everybody wants to be a sexy something for Halloween — like a sexy vampire or a sexy umpire — but you know what I think is sexy? TAKING A STAND AGAINST DOMESTIC ABUSE. So, do something with that, maybe.

• Whatever you do, DON’T go as Zombie Michael Jackson, because no matter how much work you put into it, there’s going to be five guys at the party in better Zombie Michael Jackson costumes. Remember last year how every guy was the Joker and every girl was either Sarah Palin or Sexy Sarah Palin? That’s what it’s going to be like this year with Zombie Michael Jackson. It’s going to be like that scene in Being John Malkovich when Malkovich goes through the tunnel and ends up in a restaurant full of Malkoviches. It’s going to be like that with Zombie Michael Jackson. “But in the Thriller video—” Yeah, I know, I get it. Listen: do yourself a favor. Go as Zombie Bea Arthur instead.

• Go as the person who’s too cool to dress up for Halloween. Make fun of other people’s costumes as viciously as possible, then say, ”I don’t really feel that way; I just have to stay in character.”

• Wear all one color. Maybe red or yellow. When no one’s watching, surreptitiously sip a large glass of water, and keep the water in your mouth. Go to to a large group of people having a conversation and quietly join the circle. When the timing feels right, spit out your water on someone. Yay fire hydrant!

• Or wear all brown and proclaim, “I’m a Hallo-weenie!” If people do not laugh at your joke, say it again, louder. Maybe they didn’t hear you the first time. Maybe they are deaf. Say it in sign language. If they still do not laugh, they probably just don’t get it. Man, this party’s full of losers.

• Go to a Halloween party in normal clothes and say you’re a surfer dude. If someone asks why you aren’t dressed for surfing, say “Why would I go surfing in October? At night? At a halloween party?” Then say, “Idiot.”

• Here’s a similar idea that really packs a wallop: go as a member of the KKK when not at a rally. Again, this requires no actual costume aside from what you’re actually wearing that day. Someone might come up to you and say, “What’s so scary about that? You look just like anybody else.” Reply: “You just answered your own question.”

• Or you could be a robot from the future trying to pass as a twenty-first century human. Dress in normal clothes and talk like how a robot would think a person would talk. Or don’t! Whatever!

• Here’s something: take a trip down memory lane and put on some clothes you haven’t worn for weeks. Say, ”I’m September Me. I’m just like Now Me, except I happened a month ago.” Pretend you don’t know anyone that you’ve met since September. Make lots of cultural references to September, like, “Don’t you love that Patrick Swayze’s still alive?” or “I haven’t given up on Glee yet!” or “I’mma let you finish, but September is the best month of all time! OF ALL TIME!”

• Go as your roommate! This is super easy; just ask your roommate if you can borrow some clothes. Then after the party, he’ll say, “Hey, can I get my clothes back?” and you’ll say, “Yeah, I’m just going to wash them for you,” then NEVER GIVE THEM BACK!  Ha ha, suck on that, roommate.

Erin Mckeown - The Foxes

I will never not love a new Erin Mckeown album. You can take that to the bank, because that promise is SOLID.