Rhapsody in Black

Designed to Make You Feel Like the Sane One

Friday, June 11, 2004

I have been shopping for a new car lately. I love my car (Lola), but she is just...well she is just getting old. Actually I just want a new car. I've had her for 4 years now and it is time for a change. So...that is where you come in. I have a list of cars that I like and am planning on taking out for a test drive (whooppee), but if there is a particular car that you like please let me know. In am looking for a sedan type kinda bigger than a cavelier (like a grand am size).
Car List (2000-2002):
Olds Alero
Chev Grand Am
Chev Malibu
Nissan Sentra
VW Jetta
Ford Focus ZTX (or S)
So I am listening to one of my favourite bands Switchfoot while I clean up my house. Therefore, the music is super loud, which is ok because the people in my neighbourhood aren't old (it's full of yuppies) so they are out working. So I basically have my little neighbourhood to myself everyday. It's wonderful. I am listening to the song You.

There's always something in the way
There's always something getting through
But it's not me
It's You
It's You

Sometime's ignorance
Rings true
But hope is not in what I know
It's not in me
It's in You
It's in You

It's all I know
It's all I know
It's all I know

And I find peace when I'm confused
I find hope when I'm let down
Not in me, Me,
In You
In You

I hope to lose myself for good
I hope to find it in the end
Not in me Me,
In You
In You

It's all I know
It's all I know
It's all I know

In You
In You
In You
In You

It's always something in the way
There's something getting through

It's not me
It's you
It's you
It's all i know
It's you
It's you
It's all i know

Thursday, June 10, 2004

What an auspicious occasion. My family and I travelled to see my mother graduate from her program yesterday afternoon. The weather was wonderful, although tornados warnings were in affect. The Alumni Hall where the ceremony was to take place was elegant with rich purple banners and flags representing sister Universities.
The procession began and I saw my mother. I was trying to picture what would be going on in her head at that moment and hoping she'd look into the sea of faces and find us. She never looked, which was alright because she is the type that gets "bulldozers" in her stomach when she is infront of people (and she is a teacher?) She was (in my mind) thinking about what to get for groceries, how she'd love to get out of the hot regalia and leave. I knew that her thoughts wouldn't be focused on her graduation. As the called her to recerive her Baccalaureate degree in Education my beautiful mother walked accross the platform, kneeled before the chancellor and got hooded. It was the moment she had been waiting for, for years now.

This is her, she is so elegant. I love her.

Tuesday, June 08, 2004

It is beautiful outside, and I am sitting here in my family room, looking out the huge picture window looking at the garden in my backyard wanting to go ot and buy more flowers to plant. My mother is an amazing gardener, and she has this cute little childlike love for flowers. We often go to the greehouses together and watching her get all excited over a clematis bush(?) is such an experience. I think as part of my shopping today I will go out and buy her some flowers. I really want to buy those giant sunflowers, they would look amazing just peeking up in out window, and maybe keep the birds from flying into the window.
I am listening to Natalie Merchant's song Ophelia. It bothers me, but it has a nice eerie sound to it. Nice music to listen to if one has a headache.

Ophelias Song:
Ophelia was a bride of God
A novice Carmelite
In sister cells
The cloister bells tolled on her wedding night

Ophelia was the rebel girl
A blue stockting suffragette
Who remedied society between her cigarettes

And Ophelia was the sweetheart
To a nation overnight
Curvaceous thighs
Vivacious eyes
Love was at first sight...
Love was at first sight...

Ophelia was a demigoddess in pre-war Babylon
So statuesque a silhouette in black satin evening gowns

Ophelia was the mistress to
A Vegas gambling man
Signora Ophelia Maraschina
Mafia courtesan

Ophelia was the circus queen
The female cannonball
Projected through five flaming hoops
To wild and shocked applause
To wild and shocked applause

Ophelia was a tempest cyclone
A ** hurricane
Your common sense, your best defense
They wasted , and in vain

For Ophelia 'd know your every woe
And every pain you'd ever had
She'd sympathize and dry your eyes
Help you to forget...
And help you to forget
And help you to forget

Ophelia's mind went wandering
You'd wonder where she goes
Through secret doors down corridors
She wanders there alone
All alone

"Es kostet mich keine kleine Krise die Verunreinigung und das
Suechtige aus meinem Leben auszuschliessen"
"compondo musica , en un estado de ecstases"
"fuerza de vida , de vida"
"Mein Vater ist ein Architekt"

Anyways, I am off to the mall. I am in need of some tee shirts. It's getting hot.

Monday, June 07, 2004

Picture of the Day:

that's me and my mother.

Anyways, it is nice to be back in the bloging world. Funny, while I was away sick and trying to recouperate I got a lot done. Much more than if I were spending time blogging and reading others blogs. Don't get me wrong, this fad is so much fun, and I enjoy reading others blogs, but it is so time consuming. I have alloted myself a bit of time each day to write a blog and read others, or do any other frivilous thing. However, when you are sick the last thing you want to look at is a computer screen, and there is no way possible that I could manage to even sound a bit intellectual, or whatever. So, I did a great amount of reading. I am in the middle of Sons and Lovers, and just starting Passage to India. Both are phenomenal. Anywho, that is enough from me. I am still trying to get better and the screen is making me dizzy (not a good thing).