"A little bit of this. A little bit of that. A pot, a pan, a broom, a hat. . ."—Anatevka, "Fiddler on the Roof."
This is a blog about everything and nothing. A little parenting, a little humor, some poetry, news, essays, a lot of music. I don't want to waste your time, just send positive vibes into the blogosphere.
Oh, yeah, my name is Sarah Torribio. Enough about me, how are you?
I just discovered that "Jammin'" by Bob Marley is the perfect chaser for Peter Gabriel's splendid "Games Without Frontiers." So here it is, my second song of the day.
There is something strangely satisfying about seeing cats with their shapes adjusted to accommodate the confines of the boxes in which they so enjoy nesting.
That moment when your toddler begins shedding clothes and diapers whenever possible, and they run around looking like an extra from the photo shoot for Led Zeppelin's Houses of the Holy album cover.
Oh yeah, and in case it's been a while since you've enjoyed that album, may I share my favorite song of the album, "Over the Hills and Far Away."
"A Sorta Fairytale" will have you taking a road trip in your mind. It's Tori Amos at her prettiest and most mellow, musically speaking. Also, if you're a sing-along fan like me, your voice will benefit from emulating her octave-straddling vocals.
I love the words: "And I rode alongside you. . .till I got lost in the open road."
Don't humanize this crazy North Korean leader with an itchy trigger-finger when it comes to threatening countries with nuclear war.
I like my political enemies completely depersonalized. And yet, in an article called "Kim Jong Un's aunt speaks up after 18 years of silence in the US," reporter Caitlin Dickson tells us that young Kim Jung Un slept with a basketball, perhaps because his mother told him playing basketball would make him taller.
I am an empath and having the feels about a terrible man.
I went to a Bernie Sanders rally yesterday, at Ganesha High School in Pomona, CA. The crowd was universally nice. He was a rockstar. I want to marry him and also have him be my dad, which is kind of weird, so I think I'll just vote for him.
Brian was there, too, and our son Alex, 7, went and had a wonderful time running around; playing with the other children there; chanting "Bernie"; and interviewing people with his dad's Samsung phone's video camera afterwards. "Did you like Bernie?" he asked? "What did you think of Bernie?"
Alex's blonde hair is all long and '70s looking right now and he had this oversized plaid shirt and slightly high-water jeans on and his interview subjects thought he was the cutest.
I never go to political rallies. And I never donate money to politicians. Yet I've done both this campaign because I like the guy. I like that he's not a liar. I like that he's not greedy. Enough of me and my soap box.
The most exciting moment is when I first spotted him, far enough away that all I could make out was his form and his distinctive 'do.
I haven't been that excited to see a head of white hair since I last had coffee with Albert Einstein.
I made a new song called "Act of Defiance." It's free for you to listen and download—just put zero when it asks how much you want to pay. It goes to show: It's a jungle inside my mind sometimes.
If you haven't yet seen this video, a remix of some of the great moments of Mr. Rogers, produced by PBS Digital Studios, you are in for a treat. No biggie. "The Garden of Your Mind" will only change your life.
Because I absolutely love the smell of spent caps from a cap-gun. Perhaps someone could make a perfume with that distinctive scent. That would be a real "shut up and take my money" situation.
What is she pondering? Perhaps the futility of her relationship with her boyfriend Rio.
I love the deadpan description of their relationship on Wikipedia: "Jerrica also deals with a complex and emotionally draining faux love triangle involving her alter identity, Jem, and Rio Pacheco, longtime boyfriend of Jerrica. Rio romantically pursues both women, not knowing they are one and the same."
Or perhaps she wonders why she and Misfits lead singer Pizzazz can't just get along. With their shared interest in music, they really should be best friends.
I'm really coming to love Best Coast. It's such a mix of '50s girl group and modern alternative music—angst dripping over the songs like honey. This song, "Our Deal," is more than 10 minutes, making for a nice long soundscape.
The video, which was directed by drew Barrymore, is very LA, very "Grease," "West Side Story," "Warriors" and "Rebel Without a Cause," love and conflict blooming among disaffected youth.
I'm a reporter at a local newspaper, and one of my beats is education. I was out at an elementary school for their multicultural day this morning, and I was struck again with admiration for teachers. They do so much with such a limited budget, and work so hard to make magic for the kids.
For some reason, I am thinking of a line from 2Pac's "Dear Mama": "Mama made miracles every Thanksgiving."
Don't use one of those adult coloring books—with all kinds of mandalas and whatnot—while you're high. You'll start tripping and questioning matters and having insights that will sound way less profound by the light of day."
My song of the Day is "It's Good to Be in Love" by Frou Frou, sung by the lovely Imogen Heap.
I woke up kind of blue and thought of this song, identifying with the lines, "These cucumber eyes are lying the more that I smile all about it. And all of my clothes feel like somebody's old throw-aways. I don't like it."
Plus, the song is just lovely and fun to sing along.
This packing crate was left at the dumpster area at my work. I took it home, sanded it, spray painted it turquoise and now it's a good place to store kids toys and garden stuff. I may even put a cushion on top for seating.
Also, Brianand I made a dry riverbed in part of our garden and nasturtiums are growing out of it.
And, I'm engaged in an ambitious magic stone creating project using nail polish, which has become my preferred medium. Word!
Sometimes I press-gang my children in to watching music videos of the '80s and '90s. Today's extravaganza included "Buffalo Stance" by Nineh Cherry (luckily no one asked what a gigolo was), "Blue" (Da Ba Dee) by Eiffel 65, "99 Red Balloons" by Nina, "Come on Eileen" by Dexy's Midnight Runners, "Don't Let's Start" by They Might Be Giants and "Dear Jessie" by Madonna, as well as "Pump It" by Techno-tronic, among other gems.
Alex, 7, said, "I'm not going to tell my friends about this." I replied, "It'll just be our little secret."
If you're a parent and you regularly browse YouTube for educational videos for your toddler, you know better than anyone that much of the stuff out there is terrible.
Bad voices. Bad animation. And it seems like the worse it is, the more your tot loves it. As my 2-year-old Savannah says, "One a-time!"which is her unique way of saying, "One more time."
If you are looking for some well-done and catchy videos that will make your kid say, "One a-time!" you could do a lot worse than the Storybots. These animated robots with an affinity for their ABCs have catchy songs that will stretch the vocabulary and bring a smile to your face as well as your child's. Give it a try!
Today, I saw a beer cozy at the Dollar Tree that said, "When people say you are immature, it just means you're fun to be around."
You know what? I'm taking it to heart. I'm not going to be embarrassed or regretful that a part of me remains forever 12. That's the part that likes to party. I think it's the part of me that writes ,too.
If course, though, I do have to set a good example for my kids. I wasn't great at that today. I was irritable. Petulant. PMS-y.
C'est la vie. Onward and upward to a better day tomorrow. Oh yeah, and my inner 12-year-old? She and I are definitely going to jump on our trampoline tomorrow. Also, she, I mean I, have begun reading the Harry Potter series to Alex. So many pages ahead of us!
I didn't even know that a ring cone existed before browsing on etsy.com today.
Now, I totally need one.
This Teal and Gold Ring Cone/Ring Holder from the ModernMud shop costs $38, but is a real beaut.
Earlier today I found another item that I didn't know I was brie, strangely enough also in the color teal.
That was because I've been doing a blind search for teal things on etsy today.
Anyhow, le voila. I present to you my new must-have item. It is a Teal Brie Baker, hand-thrown, for $25 from the KearnsPottery shop on Etsy.
So many magical things are coming together in this item. First, it's for the kitchen, so the connotations of it are cozy as f---. Second, it's beautiful, in both color and shape, and it's functional. That's some good pottery.
And, I happen to be a cheese lover. When I was younger and either had a more traumatic life or was less able to cope, I used to have at least one day a month when I had to eat a wheel of brie and smoke a pack of Virginia Slims. Thank God it's like Florence and the Machine and those "Dog Days are Over."
As Alex,7, engaged in some kind of furious match on Minecraft tonight, I came in and asked if he was lonely. I started kissing his cheek. I asked again if he was lonely. He said, "No, I'm not lonely. And you're interrupting me, which is a problem. " "Kisses are never a problem!" I exclaimed. More kisses ensued.
My latest electronic creations, "Sort of Space Out," available for free listen and download on bandcamp. I made it on beatlab, as is my custom. I hope you like it.
This product says right off the label—in bubbly teen-girl writing—"I made you a mixtape." As a child of the '80s, I am really nostalgic about mixtapes.
I used to love making them, particularly for my teenage swain but also for friends I wanted to hip to some rad music. I would employ special fonts for the various bands an songs, like curlicues when I was writing the name The Cure.
I remember the first mixtape I ever got. I was 10 or so and a friend offered to record the song "Dancing in Heaven" for me. My dance troupe and I were doing a jazz dance to the song, and my older sister and I needed to be able to practice it at home.
Along with the requisite Q-Feel tune, "Dancing in Heaven," my friend included some real gems from her family's way-cool music collection.
There was "Save It For Later" by the English Beat; "Buffalo Gals" by Malcom McClaron, which seemed so cool it was decadent; "Oh Mickey" by Tony Basil, in English AND in Spanish!!; and "Pass the Dutchie" on the left hand side.
Needless to say, my sis and I wore that tape out!
What a great gift this would be for anyone, from your crush to your sister. Just fill with your favorite songs and go. It costs $25.50.
Oh yeah, and for a taste of that heavenly mixtape? This song has really held up:
Is it weird that I don't give a crap who uses the same public bathroom as me? If you're a man, woman, transvestite, transgender person—whatever—just keep the bathroom clean and stay away from me.
Life is so complicated and fast nowadays that, not only do we need "life-hacks" to get by, we need to spend an inordinate amount of time fawning over pictures and videos of darling animals, just to keep from losing it.
I'm no different. Today, my dose of animal-porn Prozac is a wee baby donkey.
He is totes adorbs, so much so that I just want to take him in and raise him and love him and pet him, and give him values so he doesn't grow up to be a jackass.
I am pushing myself out of my comfort zone in many ways. It's time for me to channel some extroversion and "get out there," as they say.
Because I will keep making music and keep writing, whether it pays me in money or attention anyways. So, time to woman up.
I am continuing the unveil of my album "Nicotine Angel," which I created some time ago but wasn't ready to promote. I think the following song, "Melting Away," is one of the best songs off the record.
Andrew Chapin produced it brilliantly. It's a rocker about that crush you never forget. Hope you like it.
At $81.78, it's the kind of thing I have to save up for. But that amazing fabric, which has a brutalism look like it was drawn with crayons and is predominantly colored in blues and greens, matches the fabric of my soul exactly.
Writing a character sketch This writing prompt is inspired by Stephen King's "On Writing." King's portrait of his large, volatile babysitter "Eula-Beula—excerpted below—is a character sketch. It's not a pretty picture, but it's a picture. Below is a brief excerpt. “Eula-Beulah was prone to farts – the kind that are both loud and smelly,” King wrote. “Sometimes when she was so afflicted, she would throw me on the couch, drop her wool-skirted butt on my face, and let loose. “Pow!” she’d cry in high glee. It was like being buried in marsh-gas fireworks. I remember the dark, the sense that I was suffocating, and I remember laughing. Because, while what was happening was sort of horrible, it was also sort of funny. . . ." Many writers use character sketches regularly as writing exercises. They write about someone they know or knew. Sometimes they quietly observe a stranger and describe their appearance and behavior as well as the personality and biography these things seem to indicate.
Pick someone interesting and describe them "to a T." Change their names and a few details if you are concerned that your assessment is too personal or too brutally honest.
An interesting character sketch that draws the reader in can help you craft or describe characters as a larger work, or stand on its own as flash fiction (a very short story, usually ranging between 100 and 1,000 words).
At least LetsLoop is new to me. It's filled with all of these music savants' playlists, with really specific topics, which makes it easy to peruse many songs I've never heard before.
I'm currently listening to someone's loop of Scandinavian music, moody alt music tinged with electronica.
I give you my newest find. Dreamy Eyes by Azure Blue. There's a touch of Joy Division/New Order to the music, which is a good thing.
Where do you think I should be, Drake?
All homebound, crocheting a doily?
No, I'm up in the club, and I'm throwing some dubs,
and I'm looking at someone real coyly.
"Coming of Age" by Foster the People is a breathtakingly beautiful alt-rock song. It's very epic and a complete wall of sound, from electronic beats to Beach Boy harmonies. Wow!
Sometimes nothing else will due but this song, a heartbreaking ballad that tells a story while subtly protesting the lack of true economic mobility in this country.
As Morrissey sang in "Interesting Drug": "Once poor, always poor." But this isn't Morrissey. It's Tracy Chapman with the song "Fast Car."
I'll send you a buck if you can prove to me you didn't sing along with the chorus, "Cause I remember when we were driving/driving in your car/speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk/city lights lay out before us/and your arms felt nice wrapped round my shoulders. And I had a feeling I belonged. .."
A second song of the day, because I came across it. It's called "Pantheon Punk" by Idgy Dean. Kind of like a marriage between Liz Phair and Best Coast. It's deliciously beachy.
No question about it. "Feeling Okay" by Best Coast is the best song I've heard all day. Such a rich sound, and Bethany Cosentino is nothing short of a rock goddess.
My Etsy shopping find of the day is an accessory that doubles as a reminder that every woman needs from time to time.
I'm talking about an enamel "Don't Text Him" pin from the That Noise Gallery Shop on etsy.com.
It's $12, and I've seen cheaper pins before. But not one that serves as a nonstop admonition to keep it together.
Love the conversation-style heart, in baby pink, and that blue sparkly tear.
I'm continuing with the unveiling of The Album I Wasn't Ready to Promote When I Released It, Nicotine Angel. I've got a new song up on Bandcamp, free to listen and for download. (Just put zero when it asks what you want to pay for it.)
There are a few things I don't agree with in this fabulous fictional address, delivered by the talented Jeff Daniels in the show "The Newsroom."
I don't think millenials are a bad generation. They are learning, like all of us, and have things to teach us.
I think considering Theodore Roosevelt's quote, "Speak softly and carry a big stick," there has been some chest-beating going on since our country was founded, and probably throughout every country's history.
And I don't think it's a problem that lots of people here believe in angels. That's called faith, hope and spirituality and those are in short supply.
But the concept of America being the most free country in the world, which is constantly beaten into our heads to promote military support--bolstered by false cliches like "freedom isn't free"--is wrong.
We are exceptional. We are the country where people of all backgrounds have always worked together. We are the country where rock and roll and jazz and blues and blue jeans were created. We are a country of people who smile at strangers.
But one of my best friends who is living in Australia has a lot of personal autonomy and, like all her Down Under cohorts, like three times the yearly vacation time of American workers.
Freedom can be found in all kinds of places. Let's work on our personal freedom not just by expressing ourselves but by listening to other Americans expressing themselves. And by questioning everything we've ever been told, not as a nihilistic pursuit but to make sure we truly believe what we hear.
Like sniffing the milk to make sure it's fresh. Like Whitman's urging that each of us "re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, and dismiss whatever insults your own soul."
Need some excitement? Some music with dynamics and momentum? You will love epic "Rotting Piñata" by Sponge, off the 1994 album of the same name. Just let it build. . .
I dare you to find a better song for a refreshing and rousing road trip. Yup, nineties alternative music kicks some ass.
I have created a new tune, using GarageBand and Bandcamp, free for listen and download. It's called "Chimera," and I think its very pretty, if I do say so myself.
I have a pinterest board that, I kid you not, currently has 846 pins on it. I just checked the number and, frankly, I thought it was even higher.
If you'd like to be completely surrounded by cats without going into a dander sneezing frenzy, you can check it out. It's called, "I'm thinking about cats again."
The name of the board is taken from this fabulous dating video, in which a girl can't stop waxing poetic and elated and wistful and sad about cats. We've all been there. And, believe me, dating is hard enough to make you need the soothing companionship of a feline or 10.
So anyhow, if you're still with me and you are a cat person, like the great Mark Twain. . .
Actually, today I am posting songs of the day. I present to you two very different music videos artfully employing Bollywood-style dance.
The first of these is a very catchy tune by the band Basement Jaxx, who are perhaps best-known for their 2001 hit "Where's Your Head At?"
This is called "Romeo" and it is such a sing-along dance-along kind of tune. You really should try cleaning your house to it.
The next song is by the ever-elegant and ever eloquent Bombay Bicycle Club and is called "Feel." The video is a wonderful, feel-good Bollywood extravaganza. And aren't Indian women and the Indian culture very beautiful?