a confession from the midst of Babylon...

here's some stuff you might not know...

i love to talk on the phone...for hours...usually about nothing of great import. i have talked a full phone battery all the way down on one conversation, at least.

i sing, at the top of my lungs, in the shower. and i do smash-ups of my favorite songs, and there are occasionally dance moves involved.

i talk to my cat. i know he understands me. the only form of communication i've figured out from his end that is no-hair balls means "yes", and an abundance of hair balls means "NO".

the bulk of my netflix que are documentaries.

i really prefer the british-english spelling of most words.

i hate it when people call me "rach". i also hate how "rach" looks. seriously. hate it. but it's been going on for almost 33 years, so i've made a decision to just pretend it doesn't make me want to scream and throw things when people address me as such.

i compulsively sing harmonies in the car. i can't stop, and lately, don't even realize i'm doing it. this may or may not be a cool thing, depending on if you are in the car with me.

when i'm upset or irritated, and able to finally vent about it, i usually take ten to fifteen minutes to actually get to the part about what's upsetting me. there's a warm up lap, and then some sideways stuff, and then the real issue presents. it's weird. but it's how i do shit. knowing is half the battle, right?

i refuse to buy DVD's that do not include at least one commentary track.

the mix i made for winter 2010-2011 is one of the best music mixes i've ever made.

i will turn 33 on a business trip to new york. i hope like hell the meeting goes well, and i can convince someone in the publishing world to buy my idea, and help me be a real writer.

i will probably always vote democrat. people who know me know this...some of them agree, some of them disagree, and we all just kind of keep our mouths shut, and try to love each other, in spite of, and sometimes because of, our voting records.

i hate the fact that i'm installing cable this week...i've lived without it for ten years, but don't feel like it's reasonable to ask the renter to deal with my particular hang up...so...cable...eww. i'd like to tell you i don't plan on watching it...but i hate lying.

i can't walk into walgreens or half-price books without dropping forty dollars. i should just hand it to them at the door.

i really hate my new shampoo. but i bought it, and i'm going to use it until it's all gone. this is much like the time i though lemon flavored toothpaste was a good idea. i gagged my way through that tube, and i will wash/condition my way through these bottles. i never should have caved to the price point comparison, and totally cheaped out on my hair product...which is just something i need to get right with...because it's just hair. except that it's MY HAIR, and i like it to smell like flowers and feel soft and pretty. BUT IT'S JUST HAIR. i know, i know, i know. i still hate this shampoo, you guys.

i get to see bob dylan in six days. i will probably cry. i will probably dance like a fool. i will laugh, and close my eyes, and i won't care if it rains, because i've already planned out three outfits for weather contingencies.

i've been mentally reciting psalm 121 for the last three days.

i've realized that the cavalry is not coming. i am the cavalry. now, where in the eff is my horse?

i've played guitar almost every night for a month, just for myself. i love playing, again. i also drag out the autoharp, on occasion. i think i might even be ready to try and write a new song. two a year seems a little like a dry spell...surely, there is something else that needs to be sung...it's been nice to toughen my fingers up, to play, to sing, to feel like i'm making something that is unique in time and space, even if God and the cat are the only things that hear me.

all things shall be well. all things shall be well. all things shall be well. and all manner of things shall be well.

mil besos,
rmg