Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Smiling silly

Smiling on a plane

Ok, I'm just happy these days. Brimming with new experiences and feeling like a little kid ,just in awe of all that's going on in my world.

I'm really enjoying work! Ok so I'm just an admin but I'm learning about things and hey, I like learning! My pay rate was approved so YAY on that one too. Orientation wrapped up yesterday with a fabulous tour of some of the facilities around the system and I had a great time. Field trip excitement. Wooo!

Tuesday night, I was smiling a lot too. My face was actually starting to hurt. Eric, Mary and I met at our place for dinner (tasty Green Chile Kitchen) before meeting Judy downtown and then continuing on to Oakland for Pink Martini at the Paramount Theatre. Our journey went quite well, no issues getting to Oakland.

First I was wowed by the beautiful theatre. Holy crap it's awesome. Couldn't take any photos though. Seeing how close it is to BART and how quick it was from the freeway, I'd say we'll be seeing more of the Paramount in the future.

Thomas M Lauderdale (pianist, founder of Pink Martini) introduced the March 4th Marching Band and they were fabulous. They sounded great, loved the costumes and the folks on stilts and dancers were fun. Too bad the stage was already sorta set up for PM... I think it would have been better if the 'marching band' actually got to move around the stage, instead of just the dancers and stilt walkers.

After a long intermission (people began to clapping for PM to get on out already), they opened up their set with their lovely version of Bolero. I was hoping to find a copy of their song list somewhere online but no luck. They played stuff from their other albums but of course, the ones that stick out and were extra cool are not recorded, like Ernesto Lecuona's (a new name to me!) Malaguena. Wow. Ok, I know I'm saying wow a lot, but I was truly, honestly wowed.

Special thanks to Mary for getting awesome seats and driving. I'm glad Eric finally saw PM live and in such a nice venue. Their albums sound great but they're more great live. The last time I saw them, I really loved Paloma Griffin's violin-playing. This time around, I was impressed by Nicholas Crosa's violin-playing and ugh... I didn't catch the name of the trumpet and trombone players. Maybe it was because they were right in front of us, but they were excellent. Not that the rest of the band was chopped liver, but these guys really stood out. They all looked like they were having a fun time playing together and it really showed... keeping me smiling silly.

Sunday, September 9, 2007

Into the Wild - the movie?

I forgot how I read about this, but I saw on that the book Into the Wild has been made into a movie, with a screening at the Mill Valley Film Festival. I was excited at the chance to see it, but I hadn't learned about till now and I don't have the time or money ($150!) to attend the screening on 9/13.

I don't read much in terms of books. Magazines, cookbooks, myspace profiles, no problem! That crap, I can read forever. Books, and I'm not sure why, not so much. But Into the Wild is one book I actually own, having read it many years ago. I don't remember what exactly attracted me to the story but I do remember being upset through most of my reading, with Chris McCandless, so young and full of potential (and seemingly privileged). At the time, I was at crossroads, struggling to get through college and start my life, thinking wow, what a waste.

Or was it? Bits and pieces of his story, written by Jon Krakauer, still stay with me to this day and that's why I was a little excited to know that the movie version was coming soon to a theater near me. I think I need to dig it out of the closet again and/or see the movie to revisit my feelings about Chris' experience and what he was really trying to discover out there in the wild. I get the feeling I'll be more sympathetic this second time around.

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Wake up now so you can go to sleep

My mom always says the television watches my dad, not the other way around.

My sister and I spent the night at my parents' house this past Friday. Guests usually sleep in the living room. My dad fell asleep on the couch and we had to wake him up so we could go to bed when the movie was over. It didn't matter that we were all howling through "Blades of Glory" and plain ole chit-chatting. I think the noise lulls him to sleep. He was awake for the beginning of the movie, but he gradually fell asleep.

He's been doing this for quite some time. I was still in high school and he'd come home around 11PM from his second job. I'd be doing homework (procrastinating) and we'd watch some TV together - Twilight Zone, news, Benny Hill, whatever, and talk about what was on or I would listen to him talk about stories he had related to what was on - and he'd eventually fall asleep. He'd sense things were done when the program was finished or when I'd start wrapping things up with my papers and he'd wake up.

On Friday however, a little nudging of his arm wasn't enough going to be enough. When we realized this was going to take a little more effort than normal, I blurted out, "Daddy, wake up now so you can go to sleep." We were laughing so hard, I think that really got his attention. So he said his goodnights and made his way up to the bedroom.