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"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?
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
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Thursday, February 22, 2018
Random Musing : On "The Curse of Oak Island"
I don't know how "The Curse of Oak Island," that show on the History Channel, does it. Hardly anything happens, but these dudes constantly manage to convince you they're on the cusp of an amazing discovery. And this discovery is endlessly mysterious and historically significant.
Also, the lead brothers have little charisma, yet they somehow manage to build momentum and suspense. What the hell happened on that island and when will we, the viewing public, finally know the truth?!!
Song of the Day: "Take on Me" by A-ha
I have decided that the members of the band A-ha—with a special shout out to lead singer Morten Harket—deserve a Nobel Peace Prize. Hear me out.
What is the very opposite of war? Peace which, to me, is a near synonym to happiness. I have yet to hear A-ha's "Take On Me" without feeling happier. I have yet to meet a contemporary who does not feel happier when they hear "Take On Me." I have yet to meet a millennial who dislikes it or a child who doesn't get the allure of that ethereal voice, somehow every-rising above what is arguably the best synth riff ever devised.
—Sarah Torribio
Sunday, February 18, 2018
Song of the Day: "Classic Girl" by Jane's Addiction
I'm listening to "Ritual de lo Habitual" by Jane's Addiction today, with its amazing Klezmer music undertones mixing with the band's usual Plutonian rock 'n roll mysticism. Specifically, it's "Classic Girl" that's playing fight now.
You know, I'm kind of, to quote the song's lyrics, "slapping myself in the face," because I interviewed Perry Farrell when I was freelancing for the Reno Gazette-Journal. I'll drop names and boast on that one, because it was one of my life's greatest honors. (I'm that kind of fangirl.)
Anyhow, I failed to ask him how he makes his voice sound like THAT. Is it distortion, reverb, feedback, loops or is he, as I've long suspected, from another planet?
Oh yeah, and I'm totally going to Pinterest all the wedding ideas from the video.
—Sarah Torribio
Thursday, February 15, 2018
Fridge Magnet Poetry: "Downwind of spring"
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Downwind of spring,
a winter-tan girl is waiting
for an angel-cheek poet
to soothe her rose-weed soul.
She is by the river,
a wild bouquet
wet from drinking the rain.
—Sarah Torribio
Saturday, February 3, 2018
Fridge magnet poetry: "My slip-stream song. . ."
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You are my slip-stream song,
dynamite bouquet and
hurricane whisper.
Make a path between struggle and Eden.
Coax full my meager heart.
—Sarah Torribio
Fridge Magnet Poetry: "Let love wilt"
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Let love wilt
(instructions on a breakup)
Give a wet boohoo.
Make a hard drink.
See a psychiatrist.
Move to Kalamazoo.
Remember the struggle.
Thrive on solitary laughter.
Don't reflect on how his smile was the sun.
—Sarah Torribio
Random Musing: Formica dreams
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This is the third in a series of random musings inspired by patterns I encountered in my friend's kitchen. Nikole lives in Paradise, by which I mean the town in Northern California. She rents a house there and the kitchen has some late '60s, 'early '70s touches.
These include time-machine shelf paper lining the drawers—we're talking mint condition. And this charming Formica counter—along with a matching table—which in my kitsch-loving eyes is to die for.
Taking a trip is always inspiring. And sometimes, it's the little, tiny details that get you going.
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