Rock My World

www.myspace.com/ghostyontheradio
www.wfdu.fm
That Modern Rock Show with Ghosty -
Current and old school modern rock having sex with each other! I'm telling you this show is just amazing. The music on this show tranceports you. Ghosty, the guy who hosts is completely awesome. Besides being extra nice to Jen on the radio, he gave me a present in the shape of a song I've been searching more then a decade for. Also he dedicated Peter Murphy's "I'll Fall With You Knife" to Rebecca who deserves to be constantly reminded of what an incredible friend she is.
You need to stay home this Saturday night and listen. Then every Saturday night after that and if you're in the greater Phoenix area, we can party together! Oh and for those of you with that quizzical look, ha, I've been lying to all of you and staying home to listen to a radio show! I'm not kidding, it's really that good.
So let's not fight about who skipped what social event and instead just bond together in the spirit of good radio. Oh, and in case you haven't noticed, this is my new thing and I'm going to promote the hell out of it so embrace it swiftly and painlessly.


As an after thought I looked at a real picture of this guy "Ghosty" and I totally think I've seen him at a concert in Jersey somewhere. I want to ask him but he's going to think I'm an idiot because my description is - it was mid nineties, he was dressed in the traditional attire of the time: blue jeans, sneakers, white t-shirt (may have had logo,) blue flannel shirt unbuttoned and backward baseball cap (white or tan.) He was holding a piece of paper in his hands. Yeah folks, that's all I've got. This guy had red hair and you'd think that's why I remembered him but really it was because he took a step to the left and decided in mid step to change to a step to the right and I thought that was cool. Also, what was this mysterious paper he was holding? A set list perhaps?

Bondage to the Material

I was checking out this blog because I want to start it up again and damn, am I clever sometimes!
Anyway so in June I was all thinking that me and HDT were tight right? Walden Girl and all that? The first week of November I crack open Walden for some honest to goodness guidance and you know what - I think Thoreau hates me! Yeah I swear, I have become one of those people he has totally given up on.
Now what do I do? I was thinking I was just going to ignore the whole thing, but then material things that I have emotional attachments to started disappearing - starting with 100 hours of pure Jen bliss lost to my wiped out DVR. Not to mention I contributed to the chaos by picking out my 3 favorite games on each system and selling all the rest of my video games! Breathe.
Then on the other side I still haven't recovered from the loss of my IPOD when my Dad whips out this amazing new one for me this weekend. Talk about unexpected! That is THE possession I have had the most emotional attachment in this lifetime, so I'm scared to even pull the new one out of the box.

Did Jen Die?

Believe it or not...NO! I am actually still breathing a bit as the icy hand of death rubs my back, telling me it will be "OK." I have no idea what "OK" is supposed to mean, exactly as I have been in an out of the hospital for over a month now. Thank you all who wished me a happy birthday. I'd have gotten back to you but I was where? Oh! In the f-ing hospital. I have been diagnosed with Appendicitis twice and something called Diverticulitis as well. Also my pancreas is acting up. For those of you playing along at home your pancreas is something you can't live without and you virtually can't operate on. Now your Appendix, should be simple enough to remove but 3 surgeons have walked away saying they don't want to perform the surgery. It just goes to show: God hates Jews.

Seem Good

Bet your wondering where I've been...well I'm not telling! All I can say is that my sister has a new last name. I cannot say whether or not that was a result of the witness protection program. My life has been so stressfull lately I feel like a rhino who has had enough of safaris entering his neighborhood and charges full force at them, completely destroying the entire front end of their stupid ass jeeps.

Despite the fact that I have an overwhelming amount of things mounting up, I have remained pretty cheerful. I love my family, I love my friends, I love people who are legally distinct from me but who fall under that "family" category anyway. I love to laugh and I have been able to despite the crazy things (and people) who threaten my way of life. There's a lot of funny shit out there, don't forget to laugh, or at least smile or do something nice everyday. Someday you're going to need all that good Karma so bank it while you can. That's what the Autobots try to do, because in the end they are really no better then anyone who would strip mine a planet of all it's natural resources and then abandon it. But it really doesn't seem that way when they are saving the earth, and therin lies my lesson: if you can't be good, seem good.

Real Music

So yesterday I was picking something up from my sister’s doormat. I couldn’t find it so I rang the bell. She opened the door in a towel and was just about to say something when the starting notes of Eric Stuart Band’s “Paint the Town Tonight” came blaring from my car radio. Immediately a smile lights up her face and she starts dancing right there in the doorway.
I follow the blog of a teacher who played ESB for her students. “It’s good for them,” she wrote. She’s right, it is good for them, it’s good for all of us.
I once read an article by a critic who compared Eric Stuart Band to Dave Matthews Band and Sting, huh - like my two favorite other artists.
>>>>>The thing that is BEST about ESB is that you haven’t heard of them. That means the music isn’t sold out, over played or commercial. It’s just crazy good, totally real music that you can truly just enjoy listening to.<<<<<

The Path

Remember when you were a kid and on the playground with 30 other little kids. All the moms would shout stuff to their kids and it was all just background noise to you and your playing. Then your mom would call to you and you would hear it. Suddenly amidst all the noise and distraction, that one voice came shining through, no matter where you were or what you were doing. That one voice always got to you. You would drop everything and come running.

When we grow up it’s harder to hear the voices. We ignore them or pretend we don’t hear them, especially when it is inconvenient. Still one voice has always seemed to find me no matter where I go, year after year. Sometimes I hide from it or distract myself but I never seem to get away. Then sometimes, the best times, I run straight to the voice with arms wide open. My guide. I know it is just pushing me to be a better person, to live up to my potential, to realize everything, seize what is worth having and fill everyday with happiness. And yet, sometimes I feel like I’m already doing everything right. Like he would be proud of me. You laid down the path so I just needed to walk it. I heard the call, smeared war paint on my cheeks and rose to be the Walden Girl. HDT I wouldn’t be me without you.

“Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.” -Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)

History, Tradition, Culture

These are trophies I keep in my den as paperweights!
-HH

Fear Me Decepticons!

My day: I hopped out of bed and immediately a song started playing in my head, like my own personal theme song. It was the Pokemon Advanced theme song, which is awesome because I had forgotten it totally until I caught an old episode on Sunday.

My day was playing out fine until I read the news about the White Rhinos that were shot. Now I have a true weakness for endangered species and Rhinos are my absolute favorite. A friend thought he could throw in some good natured jokes but an amazing animal being slaughtered over a fallacy that it’s horn is an aphrodisiac makes me sick, it’s not something I can see the humor in.

So I was pretty pissed off. I spent the next hour at work taking “Which Transformer Are You?” tests. I got Grimlock the Dinobot, who is awesome, brave and tough. He’s the fierce leader of the Dinobots but dumb I’m afraid, very, very dumb. Then I tested as Optimus Prime. Now they are both leaders, and that I can see, but I would never see myself as Prime. One thing is for sure, I’m an Autobot, through and through.

Formal Address To All My Readers

If you think this blog is about anime:

Then you really don't have a clue.

Nothing I write is about anime,
it is merely the meduim I paint pictures with.

I do not seek to be understood, only expressed.
And if now and then I am validated, I have good reason to smile.

Why Is The Rum Always Gone? - Jack Sparrow

So Shonen Jump is bringing back Gin Tama! I am so glad because that really was my favorite manga to read and I was so sad to find it was only a limited run. I would be celebrating, but the sucky part is they are replacing my other favorite and long time staple Shaman King. I didn’t know Shonen Jump before Shaman King and it has always been so interesting and easy to follow. The characters have been preparing to battle in this Shaman Fight to name the Shaman King, which will pit them against their greatest enemies and against each other. Just as the fight is finally getting underway…cancelled.
Why is it always like this? Why must you always choose? Why can’t you ever have both?

The greatest thing a friend can leave you with is a few good memories.

It's Okay To Cry

From Pokemon, we learned that Drew made it to the final round in his first contest. When he got beat out...he cried. Drew. He's so together, so composed, confident. He was always a step ahead no matter how had May worked. When May heard that Drew had cried, it hit her hard although she didn't know it at the time. She went forth and battled her heart out and out of 270 contestants in the Grand Festival, she finished in the final 4. But getting so far and losing at the very end, it's a nightmare for anybody. When we work long and hard at anything we don't want to turn around and see ourselves as failing; as failures. May left the stage with the same grace, the same composure she always displayed. On leaving the building she found her brother and friends waiting for her, telling her how great she did. For the very first time, May broke down and cried.
Drew had always been the standard, he wasn't cold but he was controlled, precise. It never occured to us that he was anything other then a machine. Knowing he has weaknesses too makes it ok for us to accept our own weakness. May would have held it together forever. Her "Take the Stage" attitude would have kept a smile on her face, even when she didn't feel it. Knowing Drew cried made it ok for her to cry. I think it made it ok for all of us to cry.