Springtime in the City
I’m looking around the city for some wrought iron or stone window boxes and hope to plant something by the end of the weekend. Speaking of planting. . . I must recount the tale of my collision with the irony to end all ironies – but in a minute.
I’m hoping to plant a mixture of things to achieve planter boxes that contain: a) something colorful b) something bloomy c) something viney d) something that can survive shade e) something that smells good, and last but not least, f) something I can keep alive. (I cut the roots off Spike, my adopted bamboo shoot, and replanted him yesterday – we’ll see if he lives.) That’s the mission.
Okay, back to the torrid story I alluded to earlier. . .the irony el grande.
Those of you that know me know that I have gave up on the radio when I moved out here. Clear Channel owns everything. *blughk* So, you’re welcome to listen to 85 minutes of commercials, the same 3 poptart songs and a moron of a dj that ought to be selling used cars, over and over every hour. The only original stuff is played on the college stations, but even that gets annoying.
Getting to my point. To remedy my boredom, I’ve copied about 2500 songs from my cd collection, the collections of friends, and several illegal places onto my laptop. With MediaPlayer I can hit Shuffle, and let the player select what to play at random.
Random.
(Sometimes I think the cosmos just like to have a good laugh at my expense.)
So, it’s Saturday night a few weeks back, had a lovely dinner, shared some fabulous wine at an outdoor table at the little place on the corner, walked home under the full moon holding hands with the new guy. . .
The lights are low, the music is soft, things are getting kinda hot and heavy. . . and MediaPlayer rolls from Jeb Loy Nichols to. . .
Nine Inch Nails – “Closer”. I almost choked. I started laughing. For those of you that aren’t NIN fans, it’s the song whose refrain is, “I wanna fuck you like an animal.” (Sung of course in a screaming/acid rock fashion.) What’s even funnier is he doesn’t speak English very well, so I had to explain the irony of the whole situation. We had a good chuckle.
And I ask myself. . . Why me? Does this stuff happen to other people?
Posted by Amanda at May 08, 2004 12:15 AM
