Random thoughts on a Sunday night

Hi there.

I just went browsing through some of the blogs that I frequent, and none of them had new posts. And that made me kind of sad. And then I thought, maybe someone went past my blog and was sad that there wasn’t a new post. And while I kind of doubt that’s true (except for maybe Brandy, Hi Brandy!), I shall post regardless.

I’m two days into NaNoWriMo. This year I’m writing a sequel, but not to my book, Mystery’s End. A couple years ago during NaNoWriMo I went outside the murder mystery box and decided to not plot anything ahead of time and just write. They say that you should write the book that you want to read, and this ended up being all of the things I love in a book- pulpy madcap adventure in the vein of the Avengers – not these Avengers:


THESE Avengers:

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There’s secret societies, mysterious organizations, two secret agents investigating crazy phenomena, and of course, a wise cracking flapper. It’s kind of bananas, and so I put it to the side and didn’t really think about it again, because any time I think about it I think that it probably wouldn’t appeal to anyone other than me. But it was so much fun to write and I like the characters so much that I decided to take them out for another adventure.

So that’s happening.

My parents just went home after being here with us for 10 weeks, and that is sad. We miss them a lot. Luckily we have friends staying for a week to distract us. We’re on vacation from school this coming week, which is also nice.

I’ve been watching The Voice and finally figured out that this guy:

reminds me of Patrick from Coupling.

It had been making me crazy, and I’m glad to have that resolved. I’m also glad that the other guy stayed on over him.

This guy, though, is my favorite. He could believably have a record contract right now.

In church I’m in charge of the classes for the kids that are 18 months to 11 years old. Every year on one Sunday they do a presentation during Sacrament Meeting (the main church meeting) where instead of one or two people giving a sermon, the kids present things that they’ve learned and sing songs and such. It’s a fairly big deal, and we have 51 kids that need to each have a turn to say something and have a place to stand where their parents can see them and a place to sit. We’ve practiced the program over the last two weeks (the actual program will happen next Sunday) and it’s gone really well. I was going to say to someone today that it’s like herding cats, but really pretty well behaved cats. We’ll see how next week goes. And whatever happens, it will be fine. As long as no one sets fire to the building.

I’m about to start Amy Poehler’s new book, Yes Please, but first I have to finish The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis. It’s 749 pages, and I’ve been reading it on and off since May 11 of this year. I’m at 96%. It’s so close I can almost taste it.

When we start up school again after next week, we start studying Jackson Pollack for the month. I’ve never felt a deep affinity for Pollack. Perhaps I will develop one over the course of the month. I have the feeling Tiny will enjoy him- she gravitates toward the Abstract Expressionists like Kandinsky.

I was listening to Prince the other day and decided that he has one of the most perfect voices ever. It’s just never ugly, and is often transcendent. I can’t find the song I want to post (The Breakdown, which goes supersonic toward the end), so I’ll post this instead, one of my absolute favorites. He’s seriously magic.

I’d also put Brett Anderson and Chris Cornell on that list. I know I’ve said it before, but I’m fairly certain that Chris Cornell is the god of rock- Neil Gaiman American Gods style. He could be the physical incarnation of the spirit of rock and roll. Seriously. Watch this and tell me that you can’t picture him opening his eyes at some point during it and they’d be glowing and he’d have crazy sharp teeth or something. Why the god of rock would have glowing eyes and sharp teeth, I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure he’s hiding them there somewhere.

And as a little extra for your day, I was going to post him singing Redemption Song, but then I found this and had to post it instead. It is truly glorious. When he hits those high notes it just slices right through you. In Mike Allred’s Red Rocket 7(which everyone should read) he talks about a divine chord. Chris Cornell hits notes that sound divine- it’s what makes me think he’s the god of rock- he’s got the notes for it.

That’s all I’ve got for right now. I’m going to go to bed.

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