Work It OUT!

I was tooling around on one of my friend Erin's blogs, "Thirty for Thirty", and found myself over-commenting on one her posts about great work out play lists... so, what else can a girl do but post her own list of work out hits?

Some people prefer the TV, or a book/magazine even if on an easier stride, but when I'm workin' up a sweat, I must, must have music.

If I'm feeling whole albumy, I like to go with The Stones Exile on Main Street. Mmmmhmmm. It's dirty and blood pumping and kinda makes you want to shake your ass, so you might as well burn some extra calories while your at it.

I also like whole artist listens like Madonna, Spoon and Beck (except for Sea Changes as you might lose all motivation and decide to cry instead).

As far as a good list of pump me up hits, these are fun:

*Metric – “Help, I’m Alive”
*Santogold – “Creator”
*Animal Collective – “My girls”, “summertime Clothes”, “Fireworks” are great warm ups.
*Great Northern – ‘Houses”, “Story”
*MGMT – “Kids”
Phoenix –  “Lisztomania” and “1901″

Blank Future - Brian Andreas Story of the Day

I love when the Story of the Day meets my current state of mind... in case you don't know about Brian Andreas, and Story People I suggest you look him up here.

this is a picture of the future & you'll 
notice that there's a lot of blank space 
because people haven't made up their 
minds about it & the future doesn't have 
a lot of time for that kind of 
indecisiveness


What I mean is, I don't have time for the indecisiveness. You said I have high expectations? Well, that's right, baby, I do. I know what I want, and it sure ain't this.  I want more out of this. I want to feel better when I wake up in the morning. I want to stop doubting my choices. I want to stop relying on some simple twist of fate. 

Holding An Idiot Stick

This may not come as much of a surprise to some of you dear readers, but I am kind of a klutz. I'm quick to my feet, slow to realize there is something in front of me, and often enough, my judgement is impaired in some way that would render these quite avoidable, and well known, facts useless. All of these items currently factor into how I have come to be covered in bruises and wearing and ice pack as part of my outfit. And also why I am going sober for a much needed detox. You don't have to remind me that this is a good idea... trust me, I am ALL kinds of aware. And no clapping... that's just mean.

Ok... here goes...

I think I have partially torn my Rotator Cuff. This is self-diagnosed, but none the less, there it is. Here are the symptoms: I can't do the following items without a lot of pain - the kind that even lots of Tylenol doesn't do dick for.

1.Lay on my left side without a pillow padding that elevates me slightly, though it still hurts and I haven't slept in two days.

2. Raise my left arm into a Jumping Jack formation or grab something from a high shelf.

3. Clasp my bra, zip up my skirt or pull a dress over my head. Not that I want anyone to see my fucked up legs, anyhow, but whatever, this more about the shoulder.

4. Open the Fridge with my left hand.

5. Reach for anything, adjust my position in a chair or slouch even slightly without my Pectoral muscle hurting too.

6. Laugh, clear my throut or cough without hurting myself. LAUGH! Sigh.

I know, this sounds really bad, right? Well before you go judging, there are many facts to consider. Yes, being less stupid could have prevented many of the aforementioned injuries and wounds, but some of them were from great events like going to a really intense Yoga class on Saturday morning, plotting around Eastern Market at a really high pace before they closed up all shops, kicking around town with my friend Mike ... and, finally, riding my bike from 11am till 11pm (partially) under the influence...

I know, it's so dangerous. Made worse still by the fact that far more terrible things than a heal-able shoulder injury can occur. BUIs are the least of those worries. I always wear my helmet - so don't even go there, but I stand firm here, well, leaning to the right, but firm in my convictions that I will not let a good time get in the way of my health.

How's that for taking back the idiot stick? .

Shout Out to Wye Oak

I don't really wish for anyone to die, at least not today, but I think this song is so beautiful, and perfect for this oh-so-hot-day of the First Day of Summer.

"I Hope You Die"

In the belly of the cloud

I was released
You were released
Was it deafeningly loud?
Or was it peace?
Sweet peace

All the streets
All filled with sounds
Because it's right
It's for the best
Still I sense
Their judgment now
As we ask for us just now

I can't sleep until I see you sleeping
Curse my mind and its all seeing eye
Watch the rise
And wonder if you're breathing
Against your will
You are alive


I do not recognize the world
That you have made,
That we have made
Still you fool yourself to ask
If you had stayed,
If we had stayed
At the ring of the bell
Or at the falling of the tree
If you think of it at all
Remember me, just me.


I can't breathe until I see you waking
Watching as the stars fall from your eyes
Toward the dream you will not remember
I hope you die.
I hope you die.
I hope you die.

Rewards for a Flight Delayed

The alarm rang...  I don't know why, exactly, we hadn't ever gone to sleep. 4am? Could it really be 4am?
Time sure flies when your flight is delayed and you've met a cute boy to spend that time with.

"You are so pretty" he said, as I quickly put on some mascara, trying not to look like the walking dead.
I blushed, "Thanks."
"No, I mean it," he said, "I forgot how pretty you are."
I paused over the sink and looked through his reflection in the mirror and made a face.
"No, I didn't mean it like that, I meant, just here you are in the light and I just think you're pretty."
This time I smiled, said thank you and kissed him on the mouth.

What does this mean? Could be anything. But for now, I'll just chalk it up to a much needed adventure and a compliment will never go without appreciation. Too bad he's a Sagittarius and lives in Richmond. As previously stated, I've sworn off the Archers (not of Loaf), but not Virginians!

An Exercise in Exorcizing A Ghost From My Heart

Sometimes I wish Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind were true.
I'd erase you.
Wake up anew.

Because there's no formula for this.

Like how much time it takes
to forget about things like how you taste,
whether or not you like leather or lace.
the rocky surface of your face...
that I can't seem to disgrace.
I can still feel your hot breath on my neck
it makes me sick
that those are the things that linger -
that make hate so much meaner.

If I could just figure out how to rid myself of you,

I think it would be my greatest coup.
All the things I could do
without you there like an early morning sparrow.
I could reclaim Guero!
Pull the echoing thunder from out of my marrow.
The kind made of sadness and desire -
oh, what a hard wire.

I'm too busy to be thinking of those days.
How I made it through that maze
and into this place
of my own.
Gave someone else my moan,
put my heart out on loan.
How this bird has flown.

So what are you still doing here?
Creeping in like a sudden dry mouth
forcing me to surface all those old doubts.
I'd erase you if I could, bury you deep in the ground
where I dare your heart to be found.
Though as in the fate of the Tell-Tale kind,
I fear you'd always find the path to mine.

I don't even love you anymore
but I feel this shadow of an uneven score.
from where you rejected the all of my heart.
As if that were the worse part...
You did it in pieces
while you sat back to sort out your leases
all offered in space and time
to figure out the mistakes you made - not mine.

The path to exorcise a heart haunt may not be hatred,
but I'm attached to it still, as if it's something sacred.

So here I sit looking to excommunicate,

to start to locate 

another simple twist of fate.