The following link showed up on my Facebook page via my liking of PBS and I found it just wonderful enough to share with all of you readers. So, without further ado is Margaret Warner:
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Here’s a music recommendation for all you reading this post: Atlantic Crossing.
Atlantic Crossing is a terrifically fun quartet based in Vermont which plays “New England Roots Music”, as their website states. I’ve heard them once or twice before on Robert Resnick’s great VPR show “All The Traditions” but it wasn’t till I saw them live the other night that I realized how wonderful they truly are.
I don’t know much about music classification but various sites describe their songs as, “acoustic”, “ballad”, “maritime”, “traditional folk,” and “contra-dance”.
While listening to them online or by C.D. (buy local people) is quite the treat I would really recommend to take any opportunity to see them live. I know they play at various Montpelier contra-dances so if you’re lucky enough to live in the capital city then that’s just grand for you.
If you’d like to read more about them then go visit their website: http://www.atlanticcrossingvt.com and you can hear their music online at http://www.jukeboxalive.com/audio_play_offsite.php?mid=457861&skin=642576.
I really hope that you take the moment to click above and check them out, they’re worth it.
First of all, be glad that I did not title this post with something terribly corny (for example: “To Tweet Or Not To Tweet?”, aren’t you glad I didn’t use that like every other Twitter-related article or post out there?).
I’m just wondering if whoever is reading this blog would recommends that I get a Twitter account. It seems like an interesting way to get in touch with people and the Twitter idea has interested me for a while.
All right, you know what? I’m going to get a Twitter account. Find me at: LadyJanesBook. I’m not really sure why I’m getting a Twitter account but I guess I’ll figure it out. Yup.
The Vagina Monologues. T-23 minutes and counting. I am so excited.
I mean, I could just be excited because my mother is performing but then again, I was this excited before she found out she had to fill in this morning.
I’m not sure why I get this excited over the Vagina Monologues. I think it stems back to my frustration with the fact that the society I live in is so extremely tight-lipped on the subject of vaginas and other things related to… you know… down there… Oh hell, related to the groins and things that we can do with them.
I say that we take a day and just talk all day about genitals and masturbation and S.T.D.s and sex and anything else we can think of that relates. And then the next year we do a week. Then a month. And then in just four short years we spend all year talking about it.
Because doesn’t that seem more healthy than keeping mum on the subject our whole lives?
T-16 minutes and counting…
I have been having way to much fun with this site called Wordle.net, it is totally fun and you should check it out. Seriously, stop reading this post and click on the hyperlink and then check it out and then come back and finish reading this post. http://www.wordle.net Read all about Wordle? If your answer is
a) Yes, than good job. Keep reading.
b) No, then click on the link. Do it. Now.
Anyways, I thought it would interesting to see how my post about the Vagina Monologues looked and this is it:
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/1767718/Vagina_Monologues [I can not get the code to transfer to the blog, if anyone can help please do, to me code still means numbers and letters used in substation.]
title=”Wordle: Vagina Monologues”><img
alt=”Wordle: Vagina Monologues”
style=”padding:4px;border:1px solid #ddd”>
Neat, eh? And I would like to formally attribute this to WWW.Wordle.net, as they tell me to do on their website.
I’ll be messing around with this more and can’t wait to share what else I do with it.
I’m sure you’re all very excited.
I really hadn’t intended for this blog to be a list of what I do all day (and it isn’t) but that doesn’t stop me from posting this:
When I boot up the internet (I don’t know if this is the right term or not but it is a fun term, is it not?) I go to these pages in rapid-fire-new-tabs order:
- My A.O.L. e-mail account, also known as my Star Trek e-mail account where all of my Star Trek P.B.E.M. mail is delivered
I don’t know if this worries me, amuses me or just interests me (actually that’s not true, it’s all three) but I am fascinated by how conditioned I am to check these the instant I get online.
Well, that was a short post.
Alright, in full disclosure I am not quite old enough to remember when the waltz was truly in fashion but because I’m presumptuous I’m going to pretend that I did not just write that.
The waltz. Elegant, simple, beautiful, organized, I love it.
There’s a certain beauty in something which has very specific steps but always ends up turning into something incredibly unique.
And I’m not just speaking of waltzes but also the salsa, contra dances and their ilk.
For me they conjure back a time when there was order (I’m being poetic, I’m not proposing returning to a strict class system nor do I believe that waltz is “order” but I’m thinking in romantic terms so indulge me.) Order and security, goodness I miss that (nonexistent) time. A time when you could stroll into a dance and instantly know what to do. A time when dances were complete social interactions, particularly contra dances.
I love contra dances.
Anyways, I am proposing something. I am proposing that we who miss the waltz (and its ilk) strike back. When we go to a modern dance don’t go along with the flow, dedicate a song or two to one or two of the beautiful dances of yesteryear. And then get back to flailing. Because flailing can be fun.
But not as fun as waltzing.