So I wrote that previous blog posting on the Skytrain and only just posted it with 3 minutes to spare before Nov 1 turned into Nov 2 and then I would have failed at NaBloPoMo before I even started it. I blame the fact that I teach on Tuesday nights and I ended up staying even later than usual after class because I got into a great discussion with a student about mastery, autonomy, and purpose, and then when I got home I had to submit conference proposals that were due on Nov 1, and then my cats demanded that we play with the laser pointer, then it was really late. But now it’s after midnight, so I figure I may as well get my Nov 2 blog posting done while I’m sitting here at my blog. And given that I talked in the last blog posting about how I’m going to write all my blog postings for NaBloPoMo with one-word titles, I have this song stuck in my head:
Whenever I visit my family, I get introduced to awesome new movies and videos1. Yesterday, my niece introduced me to this excellent parody of Adele’s Hello, which we have been walking around the house singing all day:
Given that I’m currently on a break from running (until the new year), the line “And the ice cream truck is the only reason I run anymore” really made me laugh!
So, I’ve been listening to Rihanna’s song Man Down, which I quite like, but there’s one line that drives me absolutely crazy:
‘Cause I didn’t mean to hurt him Could’ve been somebody’s son
And I took his heart when
I pulled out that gun
*Could* have been somebody’s son? *Could* have? Is it possible that he wasn’t somebody son? What, did he spring from the foam on the ocean? Erupt from a volcano? Materialize out of thin air? Why the hell would anyone write such a line? Did no one at any point in the production of this song point out “Um, yeah, that doesn’t make any sense.”?
Two days from now I leave for my vacation to visit the fam. Two weeks from now I will back from said vacation and running a half marathon! My training for this particular half marathon has been rather lacklustre, so I’m not expecting to set another personal best like I did last time. At this point, I’ll be happy to (a) finish the race, and (b) not set a personal worst.
In preparation for the race, I emailed Dan and Rick – knowing that they are both runners and both have excellent taste in music – to ask for recommendations for some new music to add to my running playlist. I already had a fairly extensive playlist, but given that my long runs are now into the 2 hr range – meaning that I listen to a lot of songs on each run – I’ve started getting kind of bored of it and felt that some fresh songs would help keep me motivated. And not only did they give me some great suggestions, but Dan also introduced me to jog.fm, a site that suggestions songs based on the pace you plan to run!
Today is my last big long run before the half marathon1 and I have to run 20 km. So I got a bunch of songs – or added songs I already had in my main music library to my running playlist – and I’m going to test them out on today’s run. The ones I like running to will end up in my playlist for the big day2! This is my playlist for today’s run:
Rolling in the Deep – Adele
Take Me On The Floor – The Veronicas
Hello – Martin Solveig featuring Dragonette
Set It On Fire – My Darkest Days
Combat Baby – Metric
Backstabber – Ke$ha
Girlfriend – Avril Lavigne
Till The World Ends – Britney Spears featuring Nicki Minaj & Ke$ha
Long time readers of NTBTWK may remember the tale of the cursed chocolate bar. For those who don’t, let me explain. Back in the NHL playoffs of ’07…. oh hell, here’s a cut-and-paste job from my blog posting at the time:
I nearly had a heart attack watching tonight’s game! It had been very frustrating to watch my boys lose the last two games, where they could have ended the series, but didn’t, resulting in tonight winner-take-all matchup. Then it occurred to me what the problem was… my chocolate bar was cursed. Two games ago, I was watching the game with a bunch of friends at two of my friends’s apartment and during the intermission between the third period and OT, a couple people decided to go to the store for snacks and I got a big bar of dark Swiss chocolate. It was quite delicious, but certainly more than I could eat in one sitting. We lost that game in OT, and then we lost the next game. I had eaten some more of the chocolate bar over the past few days, but still had quite a bit left when this game started. I started to have an inkling that my chocolate bar might be cursed, preventing the Canucks from winning, but when Dallas scored first in tonight’s game, I decided it was time to take action. I ate the rest of the bar. And shortly after finishing said bar, the Canucks scored. Did I ever mention that I’m supersititious?
Thanks to me devouring the cursed chocolate bar, the good guys prevailed and the bad guys… well, they got sent back to Dallas.
Fast forward to this year. The Canucks are up 3-0 in their series against the hated Chicago Blackhawks and then they lose game 4… and 5… and 6. Things look dire. My sista from another prime minista is worried. The following conversation occurs on Twitter:
That’s right folks. ANOTHER cursed chocolate bar! And this one was *hiding* from me – it’s just *that* insidious!
This is not a photo of the ACTUAL cursed chocolate bar, but rather a photo of one that looks like it that I found on Flickr, because I thought you all needed to be forewarned about possible chocolate bar curses. I didn’t waste any time photographing the actual cursed chocolate bar as it was CRITICAL that I devour that item as quickly as possible. Also, I didn’t want anything of that cursed chocolate bar to exist – not even a photo! I wolfed down the remainder of that freaking chocolate bar so fast that I thought I would barf1! But I knew that barfing was not an option, as that would mean the chocolate was not destroyed. Barfing was not an option!
Mercifully, the destruction of the cursed chocolate bar worked and my beloved Canucks triumphed over the evil Chicago Blackhawks last night! And the city rejoiced2!!
Also, while talking about my superstitiousness3, I should point out that there were two good omens yesterday that foretold of the glorious Canucks victory.
First, there was a freaking double rainbow in Vancouver4!
What does it mean? It means Canucks victorious, bitches!
The second was an omen that was revealed only to me. Earlier in the day while at work, I was listening to the radio and the song Combat Baby by Metric came on. I even tweeted it: “♫ Combat Baby! Said you would never give up easy! ♫” And as I listened to that line, I realized that my Canucks would never give up easy. And, knowing that my iPod is sentient, I got it in my head that I needed to hear Combat Baby as I drove to Alicia’s place for the game. But I couldn’t intentionally play it – it had to show up in my shuffle. And would you believe that not only did my Bellatrix5 play Combat Baby for me while I listened on shuffle, but it played it when I was 3 minutes and 32 seconds away from arriving at Alicia’s! As I was driving up Davie Street to her place and Rihanna’s Only Girl in the World was coming to an end, I said aloud, “Come on, Bellatrix! Play Combat Baby!” And no word of a lie, at that exact moment, Combat Baby started. True fucking story. And I knew at that moment that my Canucks were destined to win.
Granted, I was so anxious about the game even before I found the chocolate bar, I felt like I was going to barf [↩]
Honestly, I watched the game at my friend Alicia’s place in Yaletown and the atmosphere in the city was exactly like when we won the Olympic gold medal in men’s hockey last year! There was yelling and cheering and horns honking and it all went well into the night [↩]
Yes, I am a superstitious atheist. And no, that does not make any sense. Your point? [↩]
Full disclosure: I didn’t actually see the double rainbow, but read about it on blogs and Twitter afterwards [↩]
As I mentioned the other day, I won tickets on Miss 604.com to the Tokyo Police Club show at the Commodore on Saturday. I took my friend Lianna with me and, in addition to the show, our tickets also got us into a Meet & Greet backstage with the band1.
Before the Meet & Greet started, Lianna and I grabbed some dinner – and I was quite disappointed to learn that The Commodore won’t serve you a side of fries. Seriously. They make fries, but you can’t buy them only their own – only with their burger! What gives, Commodore? Fortunately, Lianna happened to get the burger, which was ginormous and so she couldn’t finish her fries – so I did! Next we met up with my friend Theresa and her friend (as it just so happened that they were also at the show), but then Lianna and I went off to the Meet & Greet and after we were done that, we didn’t see them again, which was not all that surprising given that it was a sold out show, so the place was packed!
For the Meet & Greet, we were told to meet up at the door to the backstage, where we were given “Special Experience” badges and let in to the backstage area2. The band seemed like a pretty nice bunch of guys, but holy awkward situation Batman3. No one had any idea what to do, so everyone just introduced themselves and made awkward chit chat (during which I, of course, insulted the Toronto Maple Leafs – given that they are from Toronto – and they conceded that yes, they Leafs are, in fact, beyond all hope) and then we did some awkward photos and got the hell out of dodge.
Me and Lianna and Tokyo Police Club. That’s the San Jose Sharks game on the TV in the background.
The one thing I did learn from the Meet & Greet was that after this tour, the band is going to stick around Toronto to work on their next album. They haven’t decided what studio to record it in, but they all live in T.O., so that’s where they’ll be writing. So, yeah, you heard it here first, y’all.
The show itself started off with opening bands Toronto-basedDinosaur Bones:
both of whom were pretty good. Note: I am not a music critic and “they were pretty good” is probably the most insightful review you can get out of me. For what it’s worth, I did just go to iTunes and buy Said the Whale’s album. So that’s something.
Then Tokyo Police Club came on4 – and I really liked them too.
For the encore, TPC came out with this giant cat:
And then k-os5 showed up too and they did a cover of Kayne West’s Runaway. Here’s a video of it that someone else took and put up on YouTube6:
We were supposed to go to the Sound Check, but I got a call earlier in the day to say that they couldn’t do that anymore, so we were invited to a Meet & Greet backstage instead. [↩]
FYI – The backstage area isn’t nearly as nice as I would have expected! Pretty boring, in fact. [↩]
I later talked to another woman who was also at the Meet & Greet and she said that she’s been to several of these and they are always awkward [↩]
I would like to point out that my photo taking was less than ideal, such that I didn’t even get one good shot of all of TPC on stage. I was spending more time enjoying the music than worrying too much about photos though, so I think that’s OK. [↩]
Who I also didn’t managed to take a picture of, given my aforementioned half-assed photo taking. [↩]
The sound’s not the greatest, but what can you do? [↩]
I was sure that I started writing this blog posting last week and I totally remember embedding the videos and everything. Yet just now when I came to finish and post it – it was completely gone from my Drafts. Weird!
Anyway, I’ve been meaning to blog about the music I’ve been listening to lately. Maybe it’s because I’ve been doing a lot of driving lately or maybe it’s because I’ve resumed my half marathon training – two situations in which I need my music – but I feel like the iPod of my iPhone has been getting a lot of use lately!
My running playlist has a lot of dance music on it – I’ve added a lot of Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, Adam Lambert, Cascada, Rihanna, and Ke$ha to my running playlist, which already contained a fair bit of Groove Coverage, Dresdan Dolls, and Madonna.
But I’ve also realized that three of my fav artists right now are female Canadian singers.
First up, Stef Lang from Vancouver1. Her songs Mr. Immature…
….and Slave2Love were both on the radio…
… and I really liked them so I bought her album and it turns out that I also really like her song Closet Freak2:
Second, Fefe Dobson from Scarborough, ON. Her songs Ghost…
This probably comes as no surprise to some and as much surprise to others. Such is the nature of my closeted freakiness. [↩]
Embarrassingly, Stuttering brought me to tears one day in my kitchen. I wasn’t having a particularly good day and it just hit me in a sore spot that I didn’t think I still had. [↩]
Which I’m sure will come as a surprise to no one who has ever met me. [↩]
Technically she’s my cousin-once-removed, as she’s my cousin Sheila’s daughter. Sheila and her daughters are all very talented singers/musicians. Because they clearly received all the musical talent genes in my family, as anyone who has ever been to karaoke or played Rock Band with me can attest. [↩]