Part 2:

Via ‘Obama’s Speech’

Wow. This is sort of epic. I’m actually. writing. a. blog. post. Holycrap. It was something I needed to get out tonight, nothing tragic {for a change}, but so happy and beautiful and good that I just had to share it. Or at the very least, put it down for my own remembering.

This would all make so much more sense to you if you were clanging around inside my head right now. But alas thankfully for you you’re not, so I’ll do my best to explain what just occurred in my mind and heart. It was sort of an “AHA!” moment - apparently Oprah has those, but I’m way cooler than Oprah, so let’s pretend I came up with the idea all by myself.

Let me begin with some definitions. Because, well, I like them. And they often help me make sense of things I didn’t even know I didn’t understand. 

adaptation : adjustment to environmental conditions; a: adjustment of a sense organ to the intensity or quality of stimulation; b: modification of an organism or its parts that makes it more fit for existence under the conditions of its environment. 3: something that is adapted; specifically : a composition rewritten into a new form.

So there’s that. And I won’t try to define love. It’s clearly not a definable word.

symbiosis: 1. the living together in more or less intimate association or close union of two dissimilar organisms; especially : mutualism. 2: a cooperative relationship - as between two persons or groups.

Those three words, plus the idea of unity, really spit themselves forth as I was watching this video. The video footage itself made me smile unconsciously. I was sitting with the computer on my lap, watching it, and happened to catch a glimpse of my face in the mirror. And my face was smiling. And then I felt myself smiling inside too. I got excited, knowing that this doesn’t happen all that often, and when it does, I force myself to take notice…because I know I’m witnessing something important. Possibly only vital to me. Perhaps to others too. But all the same-historic in one sense or another. 

So this? Tonight? Was good stuff. 

Take a listen. Watch what happens. Make sure you watch the whole thing-trust me, it’s worth it.

This is Jason Mraz being captured by La Blogotheque (they’re French, and so is their site, and I don’t say anything past bonjour, so I basically just stumble around over there…but it’s SO worth it-check out ‘Concerts A Emporter’). La Blogotheque videos will most certainly be making a repeat appearance on my blog in the very near future. Keep your eyes peeled for some of my favorites.

There may be two of you left. Maybe one. {Readers, that is}. Maybe none.

I don’t blame you. I’ve been a bad blogkeeperupper. And I apologize.

Although I should probably be apologizing more to myself than to you…because I’m the one with all the pent up thoughts banging around inside my brain. You’re just, well, there. And if you are there, I appreciate it. Thanks for sticking around. If you’re there, I’m waving. Both arms. Big smile. Hi. Thank you.

So, with all these thoughts clanging around, here I am. Ready to write. My tired fingers and closing eyes however, are not so ready. Because of course I wait until late at night to even attempt any semblance of a post. I did come armed with excuses though. Tonight, I was out with my two good friends. We saw Bride Wars {pretty darn funny, if I say so myself}, and went to our usually post-movie hangout spot afterwards: Denny’s. AKA The Grease Factory. Cute waiter. I made the mistake of telling my friends, and they tried to leave my number on a Baby Phat tag. “I think you’re cute” and my own personal area code. I vetoed that one, so Friend #1 said she’d leave her number, and if he calls her, she’ll call me. That was my only other option, so I let them. Anyways. I hope he doesn’t call. Mostly. 

Plus I’ve been sick. Colds. Back-to-back. Four weeks. Sickness better stay away from me for a good long while after I get over this. Them colds better watch it. 

Anyways. I have a lot to talk about, plenty. 

But seeing as music is the most important, vital, perfect thing in my life right now, I’m going to let IT do the talking. Singing. Whatever. 

Here goes everything:

Tegan & Sara - The Con (live)

My new favorite bearded fellow. William Fitzsimmons. He’s ridiculous. Voice like butter. Smoother, perhaps. Beautiful stuff. You’ll fall in love. Trust me. Listen to them all. Go find more.

These two have Ingrid Michaelson singing backup. William + Ingrid? Heavenly.

A new Sara Bareilles song :)

This song isn’t new, it’s old. But it’s a hilarious mime interpretation of it. Torn - Natalie Imbruglia.

I’ve posted another version of this before I think. The one I saw in San Francisco. But it never gets old. I Feel It All (Feist) covered by Sara Bareilles. Fantastic.

Drifters - Patrick Watson

I can’t believe they gave this away on iTunes for FREE. Free.

That’s Erin McCarley. Go look her up. She’s new. And fantastic. All of her songs are that catchy.

The always lovely, perpetually creative Regina Spektor.

She is, perhaps, the cutest thing ever.

How does she manage?!?

I’ve been listening to so much more than this, but it’s a start of what’s stored in my heart this week. Heart, mind, body, memory. I’ve been playing the piano a lot. I know four songs, and want to learn four hundred more. I can’t wait. I also have a bunch of ukulele songs and guitar songs I want to know. I’ll get there. Just you wait.

And don’t I know it.

Lotsa crazy posting coming soon to a blog near you who am I kidding this blog.

Stay tuned.

How is it possible that three whole, entire, twenty-four hour days have slipped quietly by me without my even noticing? More importantly, how is it possible that I’ve lost track of these forgotten hours and minutes and seconds and crap have failed at NaBloPoMo, which I was sure I’d be able to conquer. If even by simply posting song lyrics and songs and random stuff about music. I thought I’d be able to do it. I was committed. I was ready. Or so I thought. Apparently, I can’t get much of anything right these days. I wouldn’t go so far as to say the word ’shambles,’ but I’d get so awfully darn close, I might be able to smell shambles from there. How do you smell a word? Can you smell vocabulary and grammar? I can. 

I swear I’m not high on anything. I haven’t been drinking. 

And no, I’m not ‘high on life’ - which is a myth, I tell you, a myth. Never ever have I seen that materialize.

My life is just quietly, nonchalantly slipping right by, and I’m hardly noticing. 

Some days, I catch moments, grab time by a chokehold and ask it to slow down, in a calm, yet firm, voice. But on others, like these past three wandering ones, I don’t have the energy. I lose the knowhow. I can’t find the button inside that says ‘push to turn ON.’ It’s so clear, right? So easy! Come on now. But no. Some days it just never happens. I lose track of days, hours go missing, seconds fly by wasted. More than just some seconds. A shameless amount of them. I’m not afraid to admit that. 

Now, granted, the past few days I’ve been under the weather. That whole ‘head in a fog’ thing people speak of? THAT is for real. Unlike the whole ‘high on life’ bit. I wholeheartedly believe that my entire brain is encased by fluffy, water-filled, puffy grey clouds. It’s swirling around me. Obscuring my view. In a few days, the fog will lift. Clear. Sun will poke its rays back out, and blue sky will surround me. But in this moment? I am fogged in.

However, I will not play the sick card for this one. 

I’m stepping it up a notch and admitting my failure. Sure, it’s a harsh word, but that’s what it is sometimes. A little failure never hurt anybody, right? Especially on something as small life-changingly epic as a NaBloPoMo goal. So, I’m admitting it, moving on, and pushing forward. I don’t guarantee greatness. I don’t promise a miracle. I’m just…going to make an effort. That is all.

(I have a LOT more to say, and it’s all stuck *up here in my brain* but the words will all fall out eventually.)