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Blue-eyed mutants

We are family.

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While I was all laid up in bed this past week, feelin’ all sorry for myself and stuff, I had a lot of time to think and I came to a few conclusions. 1.) It gets easier and easier as the years go by to rid myself of circumstances — and, dare I say, individuals — whom I perceive as detrimental to my mission, i.e. avoiding pain, misery and humiliation in life. 2.) I’m not sure if this growing ease is something I should be too proud of.

All I know is that when you’re feeling like you may never get out of bed again certain things take on an air of importance and other things that really demanded attention become rather silly.

I’m sure all this nonsensical soul searching is a direct result of the fact that I have always had a blessed but freakish constitution that allowed me to avoid most of the illnesses people succumb to for most of my life. Alas, age catches up with you and eventually you become a mere mortal and have to face your increasing vulnerability to the world. No easy task for this kid.

Oddly, all this epiphany time led me to think about a concert I went to in college — probably because of the direct correlations I’ve been making between present people in my life and the past people who actually attended this concert with me — which in turn led me to dig out some old CDs to put into the trusty new MP3 player, which has become my pet project of late.

This band had just released the album that “made” them but no one had heard of them when my roommate’s boyfriend convinced us to go see them play with these guys, who put out one of the greatest CDs of all time. Some friends from high school came up to visit and one of them, my friend Matt, was such a gentleman that he refused to let me jump around in the mosh pit with him. That really meant something to me then. I should be embarrassed by that but I’m not…

This song came on a later album but is one of my favorites and almost makes me cry every time I hear it because, as good as it is to recognize what prevents you from being happy, it’s also incredibly bittersweet remembering how it felt to let it all go.

Here’s this one, too, just because it’s awesome.

Man, I can’t wait till I’m back to not caring again…

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On the mend

This past week, I really came to understand how the Spanish flu epidemic of 1918 could kill 600,000 people [ed note: apparently it was more in the 20 million range. Dude…]. I’ve coughed so much that I actually pulled a muscle in my back…

But I’ll live, despite some feverish dreams Sunday night to the contrary.

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My ability to opine will be severely limited in the coming months. Awww, I know…need a tissue? I’m just really busy, k? don’t be mad…

I want so badly to talk about the nefariousness of the medical profession/big pharma in promoting the false sense of security accompanying prescription medication that has been made so very public of late with some tragic news that I won’t repeat here out of respect. But I’ll decline because I don’t think people are ready to hear it yet. Suffice it to say that med/pharma is a business and selling drugs is how they generate revenue and stay in business. So, maybe we’re not getting all the warning information as a society that we should. And that just pisses me off, man. It really does.

But, I won’t talk about that. Instead, for levity, I’ll show you this photo of my ladies last weekend. They are so good at the dance. It’s inspiring.

And also a picture of the kickass denim dress Sweet P made last week on Project Runway. I totally want it.

and speaking of dance, disco’s back ya’ll. And I love it…….

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Damn, damn, damn.
Agent Bedhead says it well. You did have so much ahead of you I’ve no doubt but I’ll always love what you gave us while you were here.

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I literally danced for hours this weekend and muscles I didn’t even know I had are letting me know I have them. I mean yesterday I had to roll — no joke — out of bed because my hips just weren’t going to respond to the synapses in my brain that were firing off instructions for them to bend. My hips just gave my brain the finger and I tried not to be too angry with them because I did kinda tax them to the extreme this weekend. But, I tell ya, I really like knowing that I can still bust out some grand jetes and torso rolls with the best of them. Also, I had the opportunity to visit an old favorite that I haven’t been to since High School, Huey’s in Atlanta. I used to go there after church on Sundays when I first learned to drive and it was nice getting up early Sunday and popping on down Peachtree (it was only about 5 minutes from my friend’s house) for some chicory coffee and french toast. *sigh*

On the way back East, I stopped and got some gatorade and some boiled peanuts — yes, this is why I love Atlanta. You can stop at a gas station in the middle of downtown and get boiled peanuts for two dollars. Awesome.

A friend who recently moved to Charleston sent me this book:

I haven’t read it yet but it looks interesting. You can read more about it here. Okay E, I’ve blogged about it. Happy now? (I’m kidding! Thanks for the book and the letter.)

More music going into the MP3 playerl. This is actually from college and oh so good…

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I gotta give a shout out to the guy that made the 911 call to police in the Meredith Emerson case. You can read about here and be sure to listen to the call because at one point the guy offers to go take the bastard down because he’s worried the police won’t be there in time. And you can tell by his voice he means it. This all went down about five minutes from my childhood home in Atlanta and, I gotta say, I’ve never been prouder to be a Georgia girl and an Atlanta native.

Also, I’m in the process of learning a beautiful dance combination to this song for our show in the Spring and I’ve just fallen in love, both with the piece and the music. Maybe it’s because it’s a lyrical piece and you’re pretty much required to listen to and feel the music in order to effectively dance it; or maybe it’s because sometimes your life circumstantially allows specific things to resonate with you in ways maybe they wouldn’t at other times. Either way, I’m feeling it. I hope you can to…

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