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Two months to the date...

So, I'm back online. My brother can only monopolize the internet for so long before I need to check my grades. Today was not an ordinary day, my dad decided it was time to fix the doorbell. So, we made "blueprints" (or maybe we would call them yellow-lined-paper prints):













And then we started on figuring where the wires were. It turns out the person who had this house built was not one to use foresight. We looked at the wires and it was determined that the wire went up through a small hole from the basement, behind the cooling duct for the furnace, and twisted and turned through the wall (through two beams) up to the top where it came out a small hole and attached to the doorbell.

This makes it really hard to replace a wire without ripping out the wall. However, knowing how my dad will jump to anything that involves smashing something (he doesn't strike you as the type until you see him tare down a fence) I had to quickly think of alternatives. Thanks to Mom being here, there was no immediate smashing for she would hear and there would be no end to the yelling. So, while he was looking for a hammer I suggested that we attach a wire to the old one and just pull it through. Yes, this would have worked if the wires hadn't been stapled to the wall. So, after this and explaining to my dad that continuing to pull will not help matters, I got the idea that if we got a stronger wire to go down, we could then attach the other wire to it and get it that way. Well, thank you builders for also filling the holes with plaster after stapling the wires to the wall and going in a "z" pattern through two beams. My dad found the hammer. Okay, so what if we were to just remove the wooden decorative beams and see if there is some kind of hole at the bottom or something. After all, those beams would be much easier to replace and/or place back in. Well, after removing them with a crowbar, he didn't really stop and we got this as a result. I really don't know how we are going to put it all back together.
We got this:

And this:



















And this:
At least he showed some restraint by not taking the entire wall down.

If you see the yellow, that's the original color of our kitchen. Yes, a lovely pee yellow kitchen. My dad says it's not much better in pink. It's not pink, it's peach and my dad is quite literally color blind. Though, in the pictures it does look a little pink. I swear in real life, you see the orange tint. In any case, this was a long day and with dial-up being very slow, I think I'll call it a night to blogging. It has nothing to do with my brother clawing his eyes out by not being able to be on World of Warcraft for about 2 hours.

Hiatus

I'm taking a little break from blogging. Though I like the relaxing nature in writing of times past and practicing trajectory, I need to get other things done, including school work. Much in the way of school work.

Bis dann mon amie! Je vous souhaite un jour heureux! :-)

October 2005: Orpheum Theater

There comes a time when a truly great concert flies by your eyes. Most times, I feel as though I missed those opportunities. This, however, was not missed.

October came with a slump. I had to drop a class, pick up a few more, and I was having great difficulty relating to my roommate. Small conversations were being had and eventually my friends and I learned that the Decemberists were coming to Madtown. We were excited to say the least.

I had recently learned of their music the year before and found I liked most of their up beat songs. Not to mention, their lyrical story-telling was superb. We were able to obtain front row seats for the event and once the music started, we were on our feat. There were some botches in the program, the accordion wouldn't work for about half the concert, Colin Meloy forgot the words to one of the songs half-way through, and some of the lighting wasn't the best.

However, the charm of the group and the faithfulness of the music lovers, kept things going. Because of these technical difficulties, there was more interaction with the audience. Including multiple high-fives to audience members.

Coming to an end, Colin Meloy invited anyone who could get up, to join them on stage. Forgetting my camera in my excitement, I only have the memory of rocking out next to John Moen. The night couldn't have been more pleasurable.

The Indie Rock Pete Complex and comments...

Music.

In my circle it's about who is "good." Unfortunately there are some that use it as a status, "I would never be caught dead listening to pop" breed of connection with music. I discuss sometimes what I look for in music when people want to get me a cd of some musician or another. Grasping at what is available, I might be caught listening to Ace of Base from time to time, or horror among horrors, Heart. I admit it, I listen to music for quality, but also for emotion. Cheap tricks can work on me and I'm as docile as a lamb when they do.

I have been found singing along to Bon Jovi and some country songs *which will go unmentioned*. I finally figured out what I like about some of these genres, what makes me drawn to them. Listening to music, there are songs that I like only because of the cheesy message. Listening to them, I imagine Sol playing such a song "for me" (not in the sense of him performing it). It is corny and cheesy beyond anything that I can imagine. Throw it up to wanting more interaction, being miles away from your future husband is never easy, but I imagine such songs. For the most part, if it was placed in actuality, I wouldn't really enjoy it. It's a form of emotional fantasy where the songs strike some kind of chord (pun intended).

Other songs by "good" artists also find their way into this genre. Other things that go along with these songs, along with their simple message of missing someone, is easy lyrics and even easier tune. So much so, I thought it was because I could sing along that I enjoyed these songs so much, not so. So as I continue to enjoy music from Elbow and Eric Clapton, I'll continue to imagine and wait.

I'm also enjoying the melodies of Beulah for other reasons. I can't get over Popular Mechanics for Lovers. Absolutely, deliciously bitter.