05 January 2007

I Used to Beat that Block Now I Be's the Block

Partner Let Me Upgrade U

Uh Huh Ha HA
Uh Huh Ha HA

I Heard U Be the Block
But I'm the Light that Keeps the Streets On
Heard U the Type that Like to Keep 'Em on a Leash Tho
I Walk Alone/But I'm Alone for a Reason
Sendin' Me a Drink Ain't Appeasin' Believe Me

Come Harder
This Won't Be Easy
Don't Doubt Yourself
Trust Me, You Need Me...


I am a little white girl with a jam. I can't get enough of Beyonce, and damnit if I don't sound silly when I try to sing those words, but lord, let me tell you I FEEL 'em.

The other hit I'm loving is Regina Spektor's "That Time."

Hey Remember that Time I Found a Human Tooth/
Down on Delancey?
Hey Remember that Time We Decided to Kiss Anywhere
Except the Mouth?
Hey Remember that Time When My Favorite Colors Was Pink & Green?
Hey Remember that Month When I Only at Boxes of Tangerines -- So Sweet & Juicy!

(I must commend Team Candler-Osborn on the most excellent mix. Thank You!)

My heart is like a song today. I am more open from the inside out, enjoying the freedom that comes with letting go and feeling the bigness of the world around you. I am so glad to be free of poisonous obsessions, so glad to be able to give myself to others in a more honest way.

So. Like Beyonce Say...I'm Upgraded, and I don't need no Cartier cufflinks or 6-star pimp suites to know it, though the latter would be nice. I'm gonna go take my wicked pretty dog for a walk around the lake now.

Peace, My Brother.
Peace, My Sister.
Peace, My Soul.

01 January 2007

You're The Top

Happy New Year!

Quiche, Mimosas (Diet Coke for Me), Meerkat Manor, Exotic Fruit, Tala the Wolf Dog, P-Nut the Ancient Beagle who Likes to Get Her Azz Smacked, and Beauregard (French Accent), the Laid-Back Lapso-Opso(sic) Mutt. Grey Sky outside, palm trees, and old towers lining the sky. A day full of hope and love and humor and family. So.

To all my loved ones far and near, I thank you for your hearts of fire, for your wonderful minds, for your amazing humor, and for your love. Happy New Year! This one's for you (you know who you are!)

"You're the Top" by Cole Porter, from Selected Lyrics: Cole Porter. © Library of America. Reprinted with permission (buy now)

You're the Top

At words poetic
I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best
Instead of getting them off my chest,
To let 'em rest, unexpressed.
I hate paradin'
My serenadin'
As I'll probably miss a bar.
So if this ditty
Is not so pretty,
At least it will tell you how great you are.

You're the top.
You're the Coliseum.
You're the Top.
You're the Louvre Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss.
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet, you're Mickey Mouse!
You're the Nile
You're the Tower of Pisa.
You're the smile
On the Mona Lisa.
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop!
But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top.

You're the top.
You're a silver dollar.
You're the top.
You're an Arrow collar.
You're the nimble tread on the feet of Fred Astaire.
You're an O'Neill drama, you're Whistler's mama, your Camembert.
You're the pearl
That the divers fetch up.
Milton Berle
And tomato ketchup.
I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop.
But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top!

You're the top.
You're a new invention.
You're the top.
You're the fourth dimension.
You're the purple light of a summer night in Spain.
You're the National Gallery, your Garbo's Salary, you're cellophane.
You're romance.
You're the steppes of Russia.
You're the Pants
On a Roxy usher.
I'm a broken doll, a folderol, a flop!
But if, baby, I'm the bottom, you're the top!

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