i am currently reading five books. it’s not uncommon to find two, maybe three, books on my nightstand at any given time but…five?! that’s a whole new level of impulsiveness, even for me. i simply cannot find it within me to finish any of them. and i never ‘break up’ with a book. well, unless it’s really awful. i can only think of one. the title starts with a number and ends with a word that rhymes with ‘hey.’ ugh. na-sty! call me naive, but i had no idea what i was getting into when i bought that one. and the irony of it all is that the writing offended me just as much as the content. atrocious! aaaand now you’re going to judge my writing. it’s okay. i get it. just remember, i’m not making millions of dollars on my crap writing. you get this stuff for free. you’re welcome. anyway, back to my conundrum. every book on my nightstand is fantastic! as a matter of fact, most of them hit the NYT best seller list. it’s just that every time i sit down to read, i’m all “holy medical school! we’re moving in a few months!” then i proceed to lose all focus, attempt to do something productive, end up making a mess of the apartment, give up, and eventually land in front of the television in a drunken stupor. minus the alcohol.
behold! the fabulous literature that i confessed to reading but not finishing…
after carefully curating my nightstand to take this photo, i realized it didn’t prove all that helpful as three of the five books are e-books. ha! but i decided to share it anyway because you should get the pleasure of laughing at me too. and besides, i wanted you to see the brass cat on my nightstand. everyone should have a brass cat on their nightstand.
let’s try this again…
i did what the book said. i STARTed. apparently i need a book titled FINISH.
began reading this one in Mexico. ahhh, sun on my face, waves crashing in the background, a drink in one hand and a book in the other. a book in which a sweet old man was dying. in the prologue. of hypothermia. i can’t make this stuff up, y’all. you know i love ya, Mr Sparks, but Cabo was neither the time nor the place.
for the love of buttered popcorn, i just want to finish this one in time to see the movie before it leaves the theater. i started reading it aloud to B on a road trip to KC in January so i can’t move ahead without him and vice versa.
this one is so beautifully written that every now and then i stop and copy a passage into my journal. but it’s dark and sad and i have to be in the right mood. which obviously, i’m not.
i use this one to excuse away my lack of perseverance. like, “hey, cut me some slack. i’m too busy making moments. ain’t nobody got time for reading!”
very unlike my book situation, my music repertoire is highly satisfying at the moment. i spend hooouuurs on the road every week (hashtag traveling salesgirl) so music is my must-have travel companion. and i seem to have hit the musical jackpot recently. ding! ding! ding! now i need to hit a literal jackpot in order to support my iTunes habit.
behold! the fabulous tunes that i am full-on obsessed with…
i fell in love with the song ‘Giants’ and thought what the heck, i’ll buy the whole album. one listen through and i decided it was too weird and i had wasted my money. on the second or third listen through, i myself had become weird and would have paid triple the price. i guess you could say this album is transformative! other fave songs: ‘Agora’ (yes, a song about agoraphobia. told ya. weird.) and ‘Bone Digger.’
oh, her voice. it’s lovely. kind of ethereal, with just enough edge to it. there’s too many great songs on this album to list all my faves, but if you wanna take a listen, start with ‘Where the Kids Are’ or ‘Dear in Your Headlights’ or ‘Young Heart.’ obsessed.
the song ‘Sugar’ has the most perfect nineties vibe to it. it’s on repeat.
‘Sirens’ almost brings me to tears every single time. it’s a fragile thing/ this life we lead/ if i think too much, i can get over/ whelmed by the grace by which we live our lives/ with death over our shoulders. chills. and Eddie Vedder sounds just as great in 2014 as he did in the nineties.
another powerhouse female lead. this album isn’t quite as new (released May 2013), but i still can’t get enough. it’s dramatic and different and also manages to be both dark and delightful at the same time. wow, that’s a lot of ‘d’ adjectives.
just in case you’re not as obsessed with alternative/rock/indie/electronica music as i am (but why? why not?) you should at least take my advice on this app…
i am so late to this party, but this app is awesome! (and also the reason why i’m spending so much money on iTunes) i *might* have used it one time in the ladies room at PF Changs. it couldn’t register the song from the stall so then i had to hold my phone directly up to the speaker near the sink. in the ladies room. at PF Changs. oh, i told you that part already? sorry. it was U2 if you’re wondering. which i already knew, but didn’t recognize the song. ‘Stay’ released in 1993. so worth it.
i’m setting you free now so you can go and spend loads of money at Barnes and Noble and iTunes. at first you will curse me for influencing you to spend your hard-earned money on entertainment rather than something responsible. such as shoes. i can hear you now- “d*mn you happy redhead!” but then the delight over your recent purchase will leave you feeling indebted to me. which will then lead to loyal readership of this here blog that i have been neglecting for a couple of weeks. sorry ’bout that. you know, it all goes back to that whole “holy medical school!” thing…
happiness is…being a little (or lot) obsessed.
PS. i am in no way associated with any of these authors or musicians. (i wish!) BUT should any of them read this, it just so happens that my dream jobs are: 1) editor 2) rock star. editor qualifications: i like to write. my spelling is impeccable. i own a professional wardrobe. rock star qualifications: i’m starting guitar lessons soon. i own a rocker wardrobe. night owl.
i think that about covers it.