I have decided to make of things I like about my IPod Touch.

1. It's storage ability. I have the 32GB which allows me to store most, if not all, of my music library. This way I can actually listen to a bunch of different songs instead of the same ones over and over again. Plus, I found music I own, but have never listened to (I have 5,000+ songs).

2. It's geek-ability. Owning one does not immediately make you a geek. Let's face my friend's 3 year old can use it, but I love how I can geek-ify mine with various apps (American Museum of Natural History: Dinosaurs, NASA, my very own portable periodic table of elements, etc.)

3. It's portability. I have a laptop, but it still is a pain to lug around with me. Throw my touch in a pocket and I can check my emails, blogs, social networking accounts, and even surfing the net (if you don't mind the size of the screen) while standing in line ordering coffee, waiting at the baggage claim, and any where else that has a wifi signal.

4. It's "I Suck At Cooking Help Me" ability. I'm not a great cook, but I've been trying my hand at the whole domestic goddess thing. With free apps, I can try out new recipes and learn what garam masala is and what you do with it. And what makes it even better is if I screw up dinner, I can find a restaurant close by or order a pizza.

and last but not least...

5. It's just fun. I've downloaded all sorts of stupid apps because they were free and tried out a bunch of games. When I have it with me, I never get bored because I have so much stuff to do on it.

Some people aren't fans of Apple or the IPod. I've had some geek friends call me a sell out. I personally love the IPod. What about you? What do you love about your IPod? Does anyone out there hate the IPod and own a Zune?

Dear Lord,

I'm not really sure how to tell you this. We've been together for so long and I feel like I owe you an explanation...

I had this idea of who you were and I liked it, but in reality we just don't work. I'm sorry that our relationship has to end this way. I just can't live with the hurt and guilt. I hate lying to everybody I know and telling them you are there for me, when you aren't. 

We have different views on what is right and wrong or how people should live their lives. I know what you are going to say. "I'm all-knowing and all-powerful, so I'm right. Everyone else that I have a relationship with will listen to me, so you should to." Sure, you think you are all powerful and everything, but so did Odin, when I was seeing him, and the goddess, Venus, who I had a tryst with.

The idea of you helped me through some tough times. Just thinking that you might be there for me when things suck was enough, but, now, I am older and wiser. I know you aren't actually there. Lying to myself makes me feel horrible. I can't force myself to believe in you anymore. There is no proof you are there or will ever be there for me.

It's time for me to move on. Take responsibility for my actions and do what I think is right. Please leave the key to my place in the mailbox. And don't call my parents or send one of your other partners to try and convince me to come back. You just need to accept this and move on.

Lyrical_Musing

I don't watch a lot of television. It's not that I don't like television or don't have time. I'm just particular. I have to feel something or learn something when I'm watching. One of the shows I love is House. For some reason, I relate with Gregory House, the main character of the show. I also relate with the music of the show. It's almost like a character in and of itself.  There are two songs in particular that I love and both songs happen to come at sad, painful moments. I've only cried watching four things and two of them were episodes of House.

The first song and also the first time I cried watching House came at the very end of the season 4 finale, Wilson's Heart. The song is called Passing Afternoon by Iron and Wine. It was the first time I heard this song and from the moment it started, I fell in love with it.  The episode itself is the second of two parts (House's Head and Wilson's Heart) and there is a lot of emotion in both episodes. I would summarize, but I can't think of way to do it without ruining the emotional meaning. So, instead, I'll just recommend you watch it.  As for the song, it has just as much meaning to me outside of the show.

I don't know what the true meaning of the lyrics are and for me it doesn't always matter what the true meaning is suppose to be.  This song stirs up feelings of loss, remembrance, and the passage of time. It reminds me of the way life moves and how something so simple may not be.The song has an almost transient feeling to it. It flows through the changing seasons like it is riding on the wind.

I like to think, he (the singer) had an affair or dated the woman he is singing about and is now imagining what her life is like now. (Like I said, I don't know the real meaning.) At the end of the song, he sings "Only now I do believe, Sometimes, with the window closed, she'll sit and think of me. But she'll mend his tattered clothes..." He is holding out hope that he meant something to her and she still thinks of him even though she has someone new. 

For me, when I listen, I feel this deep need for me to have meant something to someone. It's like a wish that I can't speak aloud. I need to believe that when I'm gone and people have moved on to someone/someplace new that they might still think of me. Even if it's just once, in the cold of winter.

The full lyrics are below and I will write about the other song from House next post...

There are times that walk from you
Like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn
But the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms
There are things that drift away
Like our endless numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she's chosen to believe
In the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves
There are sailing ships that pass
All our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children until she lets them go at last
And she's chosen where to be
Though she's lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds
There are things we can't recall
Blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers
Rolling around the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned
There are names across the sea
Only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the window closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes
And they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone