Song of the Day: Thursday

It's almost 100% official. Just need paperwork to move things along. My friends wanted to include me in their get together to celebrate. Awkward!!! One guy decided that his response to me was that it was a big move. When I asked why he answered that he didn't know. For me some things just are and you don't make them bigger than they need to be or you get swallowed whole. Let's just say that interaction did not go over well.

And then there was my group of Italians who consistently asked two questions: "Did you tell your boss yet?" and "Are you happy?" The happiness question might have to do with the strength of their command of English. The other is a quirk of Italy in which a boss is not told until the last possible minute. I get it, but all of it is a little too weird a convo to be having starting at 10:00 at night since my Italian friends don't do anything earlier than that.

Anyway, as I headed home trying to process these encounters, and hoped that I wasn't too much of a b*tch tonight, this is the song that played in my head. I know it from "O Brother Where Art Thou" sung by the Statler Brothers. But, this version is nice.

Song of the Day: Wednesday

Long day. Had a good talk with my mentor and a good talk with my predecessor. Still inordinately tired from last night. This is the song that currently is playing in my head. My kind of country.

Song of the Day: Tuesday

Tonight was the annual dinner for my professional association. The two most dangerous words of the whole night?: open bar. Moreso when I got comped to attend! Three Bogka drinks before we sat down to dinner. My preference is red wine.

I got chewed out by a Moldovan about speaking Russian! (minchia!!!)  Nothing I initiated but I still had to defuse the bomb. He came back and apologized, but still!! And all before the after party in Antarctica. Somehow I never got to buy any of the drinks put before me!

But, interestingly enough, I was told by the grandson of immigrants that he is more patriotic than me. Really?!! Seriously?!! I hope that was the alcohol talking since he doesn't know me. Thankfully he said patriotic--which could actually be true since I am still salty about being born the day AFTER Independence day--and not American. He was gracious, and smart, enough to concede that I was more American than he, even though there might have been some aspect of servitude to his ancestors stay in the Americas. My ancestors shed blood, sweat and tear to build this country, brought here against their will many, many generations ago, and made citizens without their consent. Glad to be an American, but you could at least ask!

Anyway, after that convo, this is the song that has been in my head. Not quite on target with the topic, but you get the picture!

Song of the Day: Monday

Today was weird. First day back after a four day weekend. I had trouble getting to sleep then trouble waking up. I had a bit of a headache and nauseous all day; taking meds only made me sleepy. So, I went home early and got some interesting news.

Anyway, this is the song that's been in my head this evening. It seems to fit my mood since it's a little odd. I first heard of Moloko when I was Austria for a course during the summer after my first year. I don't remember what song or album it was that I heard. I just know this wasn't it. But, strange as it is, I like this. My favorite line? Singing a song about nothing/talking through my belly button.

Song of the Day: Sunday

I am a sucker for happy endings. It's what I like about romance novels and adventure movies--the ones that end well, that is. It touches something in my heart. My eyes get blurry. A few tears leak. My nose starts to run. Good times!

Anyway, I saw this video today. It's a live lip-dub of "Marry You" by Bruno Mars. I have to admit that I was a bit weepy, and sniffly, at the end. Good job, Isaac!

Song of the Day: Saturday

I got home late today. Every couple of months my gang of Italians and I get together for dinner and beautiful social time. It's kind of crazy. Growing up we weren't allowed in the kitchen when someone else was cooking unless we had business in the kitchen. And there was only so long that we were allowed to stay. Italians are different.

The kitchen is chaos. Everyone in and out, whether or not they are cooking. And even if someone is not cooking it does not mean that they won't comment on what's being cooked or season something that doesn't taste just right. Apparently this is what Italian families are like. I'm so not used to this, but they are breaking me in.

Anyhow, at the end of the night, when everyone was lazing around waiting for the dishwasher to finish, my friend ST turns to me and begins singing a country song that I introduced her (and my suite mates) to a couple of weekends ago when we shared a room at a retreat. I was amused and impressed. She said it got so stuck in her head that she looked it up on YouTube. My plan to corrupt Italians is working! Here is the song.

Song of the Day: Friday

I once said that I wanted to rule the world through libraries. This is still true. I just forgot that I said it.  Until yesterday. I know: It's a little Pinky and the Brain. But it is true.

Anyway, here's the song for today, following the same theme.