i just bought the new electrelane's album. a quartet of women from brighton, england. the band's sound is pretty similar to stereolab, but not as trance-y. i can't stop playing the very first song The Greater Times. It's on repeat in my computer. as i've mentioned before i'm a sucker for a soundtrack or a desert island disc. this may not be one of the top albums of this year, there are a couple tracks there in the middle i could do w/ out. but otherwise it suits me just fine. the melodies are sweet and fun but lovey and forlorn just enough to keep me hooked.
if i hadn't broken my cord to upload on my ipod...i would have listened to this album all day long. Saturday is another song that is frequenting the repeat cycle. this album's happy bittersweet tunes come at a really great time for me. i just found out i will be receiving unemployment. i feel like i have the whole world open to me right now. i've been bought a little time, and i am so grateful. so i'll be singing along as i peruse craigslist on an hourly basis. you can listen to the british foursome here.
like most girls i like horses. i never wanted a pony when i was a girl, though. i never closed my eyes and wasted a wish as i blew out the candles. no, i was way more practical than that...i wished for a swatch watch or ooh la la sassoon jeans instead. regardless, (or irregardless, depending on which part of the country you live in) i have always loved horses. my cousins who lived in vermont had them when i was growing up. driving up there on long weekends from inner city boston (go sox!) was always so exciting for me. i loved the way the horses smelled, a woody smell like hay and timber and murphy's oil wood soap. their nostrils and ears were like velvet, i probably would have rubbed them forever had the horses let me....i always loved feeding them carrots which in turn allowed me the ability to touch theirs snouts. i've always been pretty tactile.
now i'm older and rarely ever get to see real live horses. last year i went up to portland for a long weekend. as we walked over to stumptown, i noticed there on the cobblestone curb was a horse ring w/ a miniature horse ring attached to it. i was so excited. what was this? a friend of mine who lives in pdx told me that there is a whole movement going on called the horse project. it was started by this guy/artist scott wayne indiana, (wonderful name.) who felt that it was a shame the rings were no longer in use. we have the same rings on a lot of our older streets in boston as well. as a girl i would always imagine what sorts of horses had been tied there...
i love street art, and some of my favorite kinds of street art is absurd street art. the combination of whimsy and public space is what makes this whole project so wonderful. it calls attention to history and how long those streets have been there. not to mention the horses are miniature, which as i've pointed out before just makes it instantly adorable and fascinating. because the horses are so small their presence and statement is pretty unobtrusive, making it really sweet and fun. it's such a great idea...and what's even better is you can help. the website encourages you to get involved. so break your barbie's hearts and set those horsies free.
spiritual time out. that's what i refer to when i want to say something i shouldn't. more often than not, i should remember what my grandma would say: "if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all." now when i have these thoughts i don't feel so alone, because i found this ecard company online today called someecards.
the people at someecards feel this way as well. they recognize that sometimes you need to say these things... you know, like "Get your shit together.", "I have no doubt you'll settle for the right person." or "It appears that your maintenance level is rising.". they don't always have to be "not nice" sentiments that you want to get across, just truthful, encouraging thoughts you just don't or didn't know how to break.
there are so many cards to choose from, and they're all free! so when you lose your job, you have no money and all you have left is a bitter, frightened cry for help there is the perfect card for you.
my gram always told me to send a card. she'd be proud.