george

So I'm finally watching the george harrison documentary "living in the material world" (it's a 3.5 hour documentary so I'm watching in easily digestible, 3 part sessions).  Under the powerful dominance of the Lennon-McCartney duo, it was interesting to hear the story about the overshadowed Beatle (also the most talented guitarist) that was just kind of pushed to the side (that is - until the group breaks up and he's really able to take reins and do what he's been wanting to do and putting out the songs he's been waiting to put out). 

In some strange way, I feel I can relate to George.  Maybe it's because I surround myself with very radiant, outgoing, and (at times) aggressive people, but I feel I often find myself playing a dramatic foil to these strong characters and fading into the background.  But george - who some might mistake to be dismissable/forgettable especially compared to the sparkling personality of Paul and the raw edge of John - has a very unique, compelling story to be told.

george was the "spiritual" beatle

though he's talking about his Hindu gods, I feel the song transcends religions and resonates with me - as a Christian.


i remember hearing this song at a young age because my mom told me it was her favorite beatles song... i thought it was the loveliest song & couldn't stop listening to it.

p.s. is it me or does george look like Jesus here?

quotes from the end of 2005

"Loneliness is a human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will gro murderous with disappointment. The best you'll ever do is understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way. Moo." - white oleander

will we find that great exception?

my best friend (since the 4th grade) is engaged! throughout 18(?) years of friendship, we managed to stay by each other's side (both literally & figuratively)... 

still remember the first time i yelled "hey! hey YOU!" on the streets of clay hill ave. 
the first visit to the fun-house with the sesame street dolls and the curly-cue straws.

being on the opposite end of the country now, i miss her & couldn't be happier for her.

one sat morning

Today as I was walking around the city, I passed by a real-life toy soldier in the F.A.O. Schwartz window display.   He beamed a bright, toothy smile at me as he pressed his trumpet up to his lips.  I couldn't help but to smile back at this handsome lad.  I was almost tempted to go inside (not because I wanted to stalk the cute toy soldier) but because I love toy stores... they feel like "Christmas." 

The toy soldier also made me think of the trumpets vs saxophones dichotomy among guys (here comes some more brash generalizations delivered by Yours Truly): Trumpet players tend to be more upright, wholesome, straight-laced gentlemen, while saxophone players are more free-flowing, sensual, "cool" guys who go with their emotions.  That's why you don't see any toy soldiers playing saxophones (or do you?)

Which do you prefer: trumpets or saxophones?

I always thought I was a sax kind of girl, but as I grow older - I realized that maybe I need a trumpeter.

Anywho, that was the random thought of the day.

Please, please watch this movie:
 
It'll make life a little bit brighter.

e.e. cummings