I am going to try and be a better feminist.
(By feminist, I mean that girls and boys should have equal rights & opportunities)
Lucky for me, the Seattle Storm is going to be staying in town. Looks like a local group has bought the Seattle Storm away from the Sonics ownership, and thus the Storm will stay in town. (Sonics ownership is probably thinking "woo-hoo, we made $10 million for a team that was losing money.)
Now, here's the thing that makes me sad. In basketball, boys and girls aren't payed the same. I know, it has to do with supply and demand. And I'm not suggesting any crazy socialist equality of wage scheme.
That means that if Miss Squeaky and Mr. Grunty become basket-ball super stars, Mr. Grunty will make WAAAYYYY more money than his sister.
Currently, the WNBA has a salary cap of $750,000.
The NBA currently will pay $754,700 for the twenty-sixth round pick in his first year.
I think a way to rectify this, is for more people to go to WNBA games.
So, I challenge all the sportsfans that consider themselves feminists to go to a couple of WNBA games this coming season. Miss Squeaky will appreciate it.
Is this true, do we have to accept a theory because there isn't a better one out there? If that's the case, was Ptolemy right/true/science until Copericus came along? Or can we say, "this theory doesn't work because of A, B and C"? without being burdened to find a better theory?
...alright, I haven't read the article yet. I admit. Maybe I will this weekend.
I think that basically it deals with the problem of:
How did non-life become life?
And don't answer Miller-Urey. (Although this is a cool site.) because all they got was amino acids. Unless we will say that amino acids are alive.
And we'll end with "what is life?"
(I suspect it's, I know it when I see it.)
wow...I'm tired
I think I spent most of the weekend trying to get over some stupid cough. Friday night MyBetterHalf was kind and let me sleep in the loft, and promised to take care of the babies, but get me if she needed me. I even locked the cats out, because they've been known to wake us up a time or two (Like this morning, Mr. Oliver!)
("NO, I'm not faking it!"...sorry, Miss Squeaky and I are always accusing each other of fake coughing.)
Recent developments, Miss Squeaky likes to take stuff. Especially if her brother is playing with it.
Mr. Grunty is getting better at sitting, getting more balance.
We bought a rug for the living room. It is so funny to me, that people love the hard-wood floors, and then go buy throw-rugs to cover it. Why not just carpet the whole floor in the first place?
Well, with the carpet, Miss S had drooled on it within 37 nanoseconds. It makes it softer when Mr. G loses his balance, and bonks his head. Miss S was doing pushups on it, after she was on her hands and knees for a minute. (Later she scooted backwards so her feet were under the sofa, trying to get to the toy that her papa had put just out of her reach.)
We tried to buy curtains. But evidently we have misshaped windows.
Last night we braved the threat of snow to have dinner down south. It was very nice. There was a toddler that Mr. Grunty thought was really cool. (Although the toddler was a bit distressed sometimes at how much Miss Squeaky was drooling on his toys.) We got to listen to one of Blub's students play the guitar. (Nice finger picking!)
We took them grocery shopping this morning. But they were tuckered out from curtain shopping, and so fell asleep in the cart, they had parental coats wrapped around them for support. I thought it was very cute.
...so, once again the guv'ment is trying to bribe us into being happy citizens and spending our way out of a recession.
Well...I gots to admit, I do like the money.
But, here's the thing...so the Fed is giving us back the tax dollars that we gave them. Uh...is the fed going to reduce spending, or just keep spending the same amount, even after they returned some of it to us. I think a rebate is great if the IRS collects more than the Congress spends. But, if I know Congress, they'll spend like drunken debutantes. So, just more debt for Mr. Grunty and Miss Squeaky to deal with. Won't they be thrilled.
Which leads me to...
....
This morning, Mr. Grunty was trying to tell a story to us, but he was too excited, and was waving his arms, but no words were coming out. I don't think he likes the stimulus package.
This evening I saw that Miss Squeaky knows blow raspberry, the BronxCheer, "huh-bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz". Yeah, I don't think she likes the stimulus package either.
Awww...my childrens are already interested in economics. Must be because they were born in the year of the golden pig.
well sportsfans...
The Patriot-Charger game was a bit boring.
I didn't see most of the Packers game, I wasn't too worried. I was sure they would win and all that. Uh-oh...some team from NewYork...led by somebody's younger brother....
So it looks like an Northern East Coast Superbowl.
In Arizona. Who can take the heat better?
I predict New England wins by 20 points.
...this one goes out to a friend up North whose daughters are playing string instruments....
One of the most important things for a young musician is ear training. I believe this should start very early in their education. The ability to hear something, and reproduce it is essential for a musician. (I am not very good at it.) I will even say that ear-training is more important than reading music. For example, the Beatles. I had been playing in orchestra for six years before I encountered a teacher that started working on my ear training.
How does one develop the ear? By trying to duplicate what you hear. There are legions of guitarists that literally wore out their records playing a song over and over again. (Hmmm...CDs certainly change the story.)
I will suggest, that for the beginning string player, that they get an easy melody that starts with the lowest note of the song. That way the first note, they can use any open string, and then play the rest of the notes on that string. Also, if they pick a song that they KNOW by heart, then you don't have to worry about tuning your instrument to the stereo. (Because some people tune their guitars low, I'm looking at you Mr Hendrix, Slash, and grungy guitarists.)
Good first songs to teach yourself
"Happy Birthday" -very useful
"Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" or "the Alphabet song"
"Row Row Row Your Boat" -later you can play the round on your guitar
"Pop Goes the Weasel" -fun
"Oh Christmas Tree"
We all have these songs etched into our brains. As musicians, we need to be able to play them at the drop of a hat. Do not look up the answer on the interweb. Don't ask a friend how it's done. Spend time, each day, alone with your instrument trying to make the notes for the song appear. At first it will be Double-Plus-Un-Fun. But after a week, you'll see it get better.
(I hope our friend Blub has more suggestions"
more advanced stuff:
tougher songs...the melody drops from the first note
"Three Blind Mice"
"Mary Had a Little Lamb"
"Old McDonald had a Farm"
"Silent Night"
then...play the above songs that you know, but start on a different note.
AND I'm sure Blub would say that singing is a great way to enhance your ear.
Medium...jump between strings on different notes. This is horrible for efficiency, but it is great for learning your instrument. You see, we as string players have multiple ways to play the exact same note. And, each way we play will have a slightly different color. For example, a violinist can play A=440 as an open A string, or first position, fourth finger on D string, or 12th position second finger on the G-string.
Medium advanced...playing the melody, and the harmony. (Alright, this one is a bit more difficult on a violin. But pretty easy on guitar.)
Very advanced...this one from Steve Vai: he and a friend would think of something, and try to imagine how to play it on a guitar. For instance the sound of someone spitting out a bite of apple. I think Mr. Vai said it is a A#minor9flat5sus2 chord...so something like that.
My gut feeling is that this is bad. "Sen. Charles Grassley, the top Republican on the Senate Finance Committee, is preparing another round of letters to Christian television ministries, prodding them to answer questions about their spending and the way they are governed, a spokeswoman said Thursday."
I can sorta see how Congress can do it, because it looks like a tax issue. But I kinda feel that if a Church wants to pay their preacher a billion dollar salary, that is an issue for the congregation and ultimately God to deal with.
But as long as the preacher is legally filing his taxes, I don't see the problem for Congress to deal with. Likewise, if a charity wants to pay it's director a billion dollars, then that is an issue for their donors, who, we hope will quit donating. As long as the director legally files his taxes.
Theologically I believe that hippies are closer to the lifestyle of the Apostles than the a "'prosperity gospel' that God wants his followers to flourish financially".
scriptures...
"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth,...store up for yourselves treasures in heaven...for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." Matt 6:19-21
"....One thing you lack," Jesus said. 'Go, sell everything you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me....How hard it is for the rich to enter the kingdom of God.'" Mark 10:17-24
"All the believers were together and had everything in common. Selling their possessions and goods, they gave to anyone as he had needs." Acts 2:44-45
"Now listen, you rich people, weep and wail because of the misery that is coming upon you. your wealth has rotted, and moths have eaten your clothes. Your gold and silver are corroded. Their corrosion will testify against you and eat your flesh like fire. You have hoarded wealth in the last days. Look! The wages you failed to pay the workmen who mowed your fields are crying out against you. The cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord Almighty. You have lived on earth in luxury and self-indulgence. You have fattened yourselves in the day of slaughter." James 5:1-5
way back in October a friend got me a gift card to Serafina's...did I mention it was Oct of '06?
Well...stuff came up...but finally me and MyBetterHalf got a chance to go.
I enjoyed it, and would go again.
I had Trota al Tartufo
MyBetterHalf had Bistecca alla Griglia
I liked her stuff better. Especially the polenta fries.
I am not really a fancy-shmancy type of guy. But I like it when someone use food as their artistic medium, instead of something for sustenance. If I could take a pill, six days a week that took care of my nutritional requirements, and on the seventh day eat art. That would be great.
Even though I never really graded "Ratatouille" there was a part in there, where the culinary rat was trying to explain to his brother about how different tastes go together. Yeah, I kinda agree with the rat. There's so much more to life than just eating because you're hungry.
So researchers at the University of Washington say that it is expensive to eat healthy.
I have not read the journal articles, only the press releases.
"We need to focus on bigger-scale changes, like the farm bill or other policy measures that can address the disparity in food costs," Monsivais said.
Uh...we need a farm bill to help fight obesity? I respectfully disagree.
Once again, GBAtT will have to say, "Not all good ideas make good laws." Because I can just see it now, some organic oregano farmer will be paid to hand wash his oregano, so he can sell it to yuppies at a profit.
Now I'm not saying that fast-food ain't cheap. It is cheap. It is convenient. I'm just saying that there are healthy options out there, that aren't expensive.
For instance:
I bought at my local Safeway on 1/13/08
one pound of dry lentils 53 cents - 13 servings
one pounds of dry split pea 53 cents - 13 servings
one pound of dry white beans 49 cents - 13 servings
two pounds pasta $1.60 - 16 servings
two jars pasta sauce $4.00 - 12 servings
Yes Sportsfans...that is 67 servings of food for $7.15.
(True, you need to use the special "don't rip me off" Club Card.)
And in the local Albertson's flier:
2 bags of salad (5 - 12 oz) for $4 and get two pounds free bannans
chicken thighs for 88 cents a pound
Maybe what we need is better education in the schools, to teach the childrens how to eat healthy and cheaply. Lucky for us zip codes can predict obesity rates better than education or income levels.
Oh drat, school busing probably mixes up the zip codes.
Maybe, what we need as a nation is a bit of perspective.
so tonight, Me & Miss Squeaky heard Mr. Grunty's angelic laugh and we went to investigate. He and his mommy were pretending that he was an airplane, and he was drooling on his mommy. So that was what was so funny. We decided to stay in the loft, and the family hung out.
We were holding the childrens, so they could practice standing up, and Miss Squeaky started moving around.
So I sang the "Dancin' dancin', Miss Squeaky likes dancin'" song.
(those are the lyrics...just repeated alot, sometimes pick a new key)
Mr. Grunty thought it was funny. His mommy helped him dance too, so we were singing and dancing and laughing and having a good time. They would try to grab each other's hands, which was funny for them.
They gave each other hugs. Which was funny for them.
We also sang alot of nursery songs, like "Patty Cake" and "Old McDonald"
(Personally, I like it when "on the farm there was a bee...with a BZZ-BZZZ here...")
It was cool.
It was fun.
WHAT???
The Seahawks lost!!
I knew I should have watched the whole game.
OK
OK
I watched the entire stoopid game in the stoopid snow at stoopid GreenBay with all the jubilant cheese-heads.
AND, I know, it was a mistake for me to talk trash to my Wisconsin buddy.
The childrens sure were VERY fussy this morning. So much that they were too busy yelling at me, (yeah, both of 'em. That hasn't happened in a while.) that they couldn't be bothered to hold their own bottles.
And I hear they were fussy at the daycare.
And they were fussy when I got home.
We think they both have clogged tear ducts, which I'm told is common for babies. They don't like the warm compresses on their eyes, but it does help get the eyeboogers out.
Maybe they're grumpy that they aren't old enough to go outside & play in the snow.
So, last night, we took the childrens to a Chili Bowl Party. The hostess is a fan of the dreamy Kasey Kahne.
Evidently it's a big thing in Oklahoma. So, that's nice the Sonics will have some home town entertainment, when they move there. I found the cars racing on a dirt track more exciting than the usual speed way of Indy500.
All the guests were saying how well the childrens were behaving. Miss Squeaky was happy to look around at all the people. Mr Grunty just hung out calmly. The hostess and her sister held the childrens so we could get a bite (chili) to eat. It was fun.
...so...I used to think that "special twin connection" was a bunch of bunk.
...but today...
I was giving "num-numms" to Miss Squeaky's belly, she didn't laugh, but Mr. Grunty did.
Today Miss Squeaky was talkative for her, and she showed us that she has learned a few more words!
...because around these parts, we care more for "soup" than for "supe".
Sportsfans, wow, did y'all see the way the Seahawks played against Green Bay?
I kind of felt sorry for the old guy, but hey, that's sports. The old have to step aside for the younger stronger players. And wow, was his team playing horribly too. And look at the story, first play, Farve throws an interception. Then after a quick Seattle touchdown, the Pack gets a fumble, which leads to another Seattle touchdown. It was too much for me. This was no sporting event, this was a slaughter.
So I quit watching the game at 10:59 left in the first quarter. I knew the Seahawks were gonna win.
I think I'm gonna root for New England to win.
A perfect season is very rare.
crap...it's snowing in Green Bay.
Packers by 4.
Happy 7 Months babies!!
When they woke up, MyBetterHalf was holding one baby, and I the other, and the babies were smiling at each other and talking to each other. Sometimes Miss Squeaky tries to grab Mr. Grunty's ear, or face, or slobber on his head.
This morning they had their first taste of sweet potatoes. And it was yummy. They each finished off the little container. (Usually they only have half a container.)
Was it because it was yummy & sweet? I don't think it was because they hungry, because they both had a big breakfast.
From the "I really should know better" file: I learned that it is poor tactical maneuver to sneak a bite of food in when the baby looks like they are about to sneeze.
Alright...Q of the Day:
"Why is baby's drool so very viscous?"
Currently my friends are discussing immigration policy.
It's fun.
Even if some of them are completely wrong on this argument. Don't worry, soon enough we'll be on a new topic and they'll agree with me.
I wonder if this is what life on the Supreme Court is like. What a sweet gig.
So...a certain phone company is selling a "chocolate" phone. Which is funny to me. Because I'm sure the marketing meeting was something like this...
"What's something that everyone likes?...alright Chocolate it is for our next phone!"
Weeks later, across town a different phone company executive is yelling at his staff, "why didn't you think of that!"
A shy intern from the corner whispers, "we could call our phone the Orgasm."
We can only hope that Catherine Zeta Jones does the ads.
When I got home, Miss Squeaky was in her high chair, banging on the tray with her spoon, peas all over her face.
Later, we heard the special-meow that Oliver does when he's playing with Owlie. We found Owlie next to the childrens new bath tub. Evidently, he had seen us cleaning our babies in it, so Oliver cleaned his baby by it.
This morning, when I kissed Mr. Grunty on the cheek, turned his head, rolled his eyes, tucked his cheek into his shoulder, and gave a very bashful smile. It was so cute I had to kiss him again.
Last night the childrens graduated to the baby-tub that fits in the tub. Yay! they are too big for the sink-baby-tub. It seemed easier, since they can sit in this one. (The other one they had to recline in.) Mr. Grunty was very pleased, and kept looking up and smiling.
Have we mentioned that Miss Squeaky loves her feet? They are so fun and tasty.
And finally, the other day, I tossed a ball and Sophie kitty goes flying through the air, catches it, and lands with it under her. I was amaze at our little poof-ball's aerodynamics.
Mr. Grunty likes his bottles nice and slow, so he can savor. And don't think about taking it out of his mouth, he'll yell at you, and if they doesn't work he'll cry. He's gotten better at holding his bottle, usually he can even get the angle correct so he's minimizing air intake. He's very good at eating the solid foods, he likes carrrots & green beans and after trying peas today, thinks they're pretty good too. Even rice cereal was OK. (He gave his older sister hints on eating solids.)
Miss Squeaky will yell at you to remind you if you are 13 seconds late for dinner time. But after a few ounces of bottle, she's ready to look around, "there's so many exciting things going on". Sometimes she'll play with the bottle, hanging on to the nipple, swinging it around, or chewing on the bottom of the bottle. When she's eating solids, the first few bites, she will puker her lips up and spit about half of it out. Then after a few bites, eagerly chews on the spoon, always trying to grab it, so that she can put the spoon in her own mouth. The veggies are OK. The rice cereal was not.
Miss Sophie kitty, will always remind us to feed her fresh dry food in the morning. And she knows that wet food is at dinner time, and that dinner time is when one of her humans comes home in the evening. This sometimes causes confusion when one of us takes out the trash in the late afternoon. She trots to the door, purrs at the feet, tries to lead us to the kitchen. As we are getting the food on her plate, she will reach up the cabinets and stretch, ya gotta be limber to eat. She excitedly licks up the sauce, and sometimes will stay, sometimes go away. The sauce is the yum.
Mr Oliver kitty. Eh, food, you know, sometimes you eat. Sometimes he is in the mood for sauce and will push Sophie out of the way until he gets his fill.
MyBetterHalf will tear the crusts of sandwiches in bits, and will tear chicken strips into smaller bite size bits. For some crazy reason she thinks Arby's makes a good sandwich.
Me, I like most of my food lukewarm. I don't serve it that way, but I'll wait around to let the temperature mellow before I eat. There are a few foods that must be hot: french-fries, eggs, pancakes, MarshmallowBasket2000(tm).
And way to go Seahawks beating the Redskins.
Remember MST3K.
Well, evidently the dude or MST3K now has mp3s that go along with current movies. RiffTrax.
Brilliant.
Very little start up cost, since he isn't actually producing/selling/copying the movie, but only something that goes along with the movie, I doubt there are any copyright issues or fees to the movie studio. I bet RiffTrax are cheaper and easier to produce than MST3K.
He says, "It's like watching a movie with your funniest friend." Sorry dude, I disagree, my friends are way funnier than you. And I still don't want them to talk during a movie.
a book by David Baldacci, evidently he's popular...unfortunately I finished this book on NewYearsEve, so it won't count for my "Book-A-Paycheck" resolution.
I learned from this book that you can take general formula for fantasy and apply to FBI thriller. Sure you have to replace the +1 flaming sword with a custom made semi-automatic SR75 assault rifle, and the orcs with drug dealers, but with a decent FindAndReplace, it should be easy enough to do.
I'll give the book a C-
I suppose the moral of the story is "no good dead goes unpunished"
And often the FBI agents rant about how they put their lives on the line, and no one in America cares.
As I summarize, you can maybe see why I gave it such a low grade. Unbelievability.
And lots of stereotype characters. All the men are super strong and brave, all the women are super beautiful. The Hero's boss gets mad when the hero breaks the rules, but he'll allow it. The Boss's boss wants to destroy Hero by being a relentless follower of the rules.
I would say the Hero is a flat and static character. Lots of bad stuff happened to the Hero, but I don't think the hero has changed over his entire life. Always done good, protected the innocent, been quiet, loyal, brave, thrifty, organized, hard working, ethical, doesn't think about religion, only cares about doing his difficult job perfectly, no other passions or interests or opinions. Not someone I cared about.
And sometimes, there were word combinations that just were stylistically wrong, so that I would remember that I was reading a book.
...spoilers follow...seriously, I'm gonna give away the story so you won't have to read it.
The story in chronological order...
Hero gets face burned off saving hostage school children. One of the kids dies in the rescue attempt.
Years later...Hero and team are ambushed, only hero survives because he mysteriously froze before the attack. Now no one trusts hero. And who set up the ambush.
Lone SurvivingHostageTaker escapes from prison.
Local DrugLord is suspected of ambush, but what is his motive? DrugLord's son is missing, last seen by Hero before ambush.
Hero visits psychiatrist reluctantly.
That's the first few chapters...then boring stuff...and we find out in the end that...
DrugLord's Accountant was trying to organize other gangs for business reasons, and sold out DrugLord. DrugLord's Assassin kills Accountant because Assassin has his own plans for selling a different drug.
DrugLord's assassin is working for FarmHand.
FarmHand was hired by Mother of killed-child-hostage to kill everyone involved in the case of her child's death...including judge, prosecuting attorney, defense lawyer, and Hero's team. She has affair with FarmHand.
FarmHand organized the ambush, made look like DrugLord's action, and kidnapped DrugLord's kid.
FarmHand has buddy-psychiatrist that was taping and selling psychiatrist-FBI-related-patient consults to criminals. Buddy-psychiatrist had previously planted the "freeze" idea in hero's mind. Assassin kills buddy-psychiatrist and kidnaps Hero's Psychiatrist.
FarmHand kept DrugLord's kid, and Hero's Psychiatrist on the horse farm plantation that is run by the parents of the killed-child-hostage.
Father of killed-child-hostage had SurvivingHostageTaker sprung from prison and brought to him by mafia, so Father can torture, kill and turn SHT into a taxidermy exhibit.
Big shoot out, lots of bad guys die. Hero outsmarts & kills Assassin.
DrugLord finds son.
Mother runs FarmHand over with horse, and she is fatally wounded.
Psychiatrist learns through hypnosis that Hero had erotic dreams about mother, and actually helped mother kill his step-father. Hero angry with psychiatrist and drives off into the night.
Three years ago yesterday, we brought back Sophie kitty to join our family. We found her nearly up in Canada at Purrfect Pals. We had been looking all day for a playmate for Oliver. Because, after we had left him all alone while we went to San Diego we felt bad. And also we were thinking, maybe if he had someone to play with, he wouldn't pounce on us so much in the middle of the night.
We found plenty of cute cats, but none seemed right.
The the journey to almost Canada.
It smelled so strongly of cats, well, because it was a cat shelter. We explained our needs, and they said, they had the perfect cat. I was sure they were trying to trick us, because they brought out this mangy little thing. MyBetterHalf fell in love with Sophie right away, she could see the beauty that would be. I was hesitant, but I picked Sophie up, and sat on the floor with her. She was purring loudly, crawling all over me, telling me how much she would love me. She got to my heart and I said yes.
On the ride home, I was in the back, and was trying to calm her, but sticking fingers into the carrying box.
That night, I slept in the guest room with Sophie. I woke up in the middle of the night, with her sleeping beside me, purring very loudly. She was happy to be home.
pictures of our beautiful fur-ball
"Why Pablo doesn't like Pepsi"
Happy New Year!
First we would like to welcome our new readers. I just want to clarify, the rumor on the interweb that you need to pay $5 to post a comment on GettingBetterAlltheTime is false. You only need to pay $2.71....
So, it's that wonderful time of the year.
I will try to set realistic goals for myself this year, and, if I can surpass the goals, even better. My public resolutions, meaning y'all can ask me about them and encourage my success:
First, run twice as much as I did in 2007. I might need SnarkyKat's help on this. I am gonna have to run, like, four times.
36 NEW songs - memorized, ready to perform. That's three a month. And at the end of the year, I want to be able to perform them at the drop of a hat. Hopefully, after a person has dropped said hat, and I perform the song, then they will drop money into the hat, and I can keep the money. :-) I suspect I already am really close to this, but I just need to keep reviewing what I know, so I don't forget. But it would be nice, if people ask "what can you play?" if I can go through 36 songs. I haven't decided yet if I will use "FreeSpeechFor the Dumb"*. The goal will be on rhythm guitar and singing. (Nobody cares about guitar solos.)
6 performances - to help me grow as a musician. You learn so much when you play in front of others. Now what counts as a performance. I could say in front of MyBetterHalf & Childrens, but they're kinda a captive audience. I could do Open Mic Night, but those are scary, and more importantly way past my bed time. Any suggestions?
Blog Thrice Weekly on average- I did this November & December, so I should be able to keep going on it. I'm only counting a day entry, so one day might be only a few words, but another day, might be three or four wordy entries. (Kinda like today.) Last year I blogged on 102 days.
Write 250 words a day on average. Not including any NaNoWriMo that I may or may not do. This can be blog entries, or working on novels, or especially wordy responses to emails, or blog comments. Sooner I get to a million words, the sooner I'll be a good writer. Last year I averaged about 125 words a day, not counting NaNoWriMo. I won't count NaNo because, I don't know if I'll do it. I pro'lly will, but no promises.
Write and record 10 songs. Not including FAWM.
Average 30 push ups a day. Not difficult, except for the everyday part.
Read 24 books. (the not so well known, book-a-paycheck challenge)
*alright, I decided. I won't use that song. Since I already know it. I think for a song to count, I have to learn the music and lyrics. Ya know...I could change it to 52 songs, and allow myself to relearn songs I've already performed. hmmm....lemme think. Nope, nothing will stop me from reviewing old songs, but to grow as a musician, I got learn new stuff. So, keeping "36 new songs".
Hey sportsfans, what were your favorite GBAtT entries of 2007?
Reader response is encouraged and appreciated.
some of my favorites
"Babies on the Way", cute that I took time to blog before delivery (Bitterkat wanted me to do a play by play in the delivery room on the blog)
"Circumcision" my most researched post
"Two months" I translate what the babies are saying to each other
"Sophie steals baby" where I got freaked out
"Girlfriend" where I spend lots of time analyzing a pop tune
other suggested options...
"Gig with Twang" my last gig with Blub
"Q from B" where I answer a few questions about me in a getting to know you vein
"Wreck car" yeah, I'm still a bit grumpy
Birth story part 1 - going into labor
Birth story part 2 - the C-section
Birth story part 3 - post op
In-laws visit introducing CottonCandyMan
Different crying styles
10 weeks what I learned in Parenting 101
Why Basketball matters
Best Audience me playing guitar for babies, and a youth symphony story
Perfect Pitch I review a psychology research article
multiple postings on a topic...
Harry Potter 7 coverage
the Sunday Short Story series
the FIBA men's tournament coverage
