Soul Thumping

Me and Some Phishies...Smells Like Old Times

I may be 41, but I'm reliving my twenties and thirties this summer.  How?  Well, because Poseidon and I have tickets to see Phish tomorrow night (we paid a great deal of money per ticket I might add...I considered selling my eggs to pay for the tickets, but at 41, I don't think I'll get much for them).  I've traveled to quite a few Phish shows in my day, including all the way to Europe for the summer 1997 European tour.

I was very sad when the "broke up" though I knew it would not be permanent.  That is just what happens when iconic groups feel they can branch out to try their hands at solo careers and be just as successful, but of course, that doesn't happen, and they get back together for some reunion shows, etc.  I'm not complaining or criticizing.  I'm a big Phish Phan, so I'm fine with them needing to make some money and putting together a tour.

I've already pulled out one of my most hippie chick dresses (I actually wore this dress to a Phish show in Camden, NJ, and I can still fit into it!) and I'm so ready to relive my 20's:  barefoot, hippie dress, drinking some great beer, watching the kids stare at the grass for the entire show because they've scored some acid and took too many tabs, buying homemade grilled cheese sandwiches from the dirty dread-headed kids who bring their hot plates and their bags of Wonder Bread and American cheese singles and peddle their creations in the parking lot, swaying like a tree to those awesome summer jams, etc.

I can't wait, really.  If Dr. Seuss were still alive I would email him and ask him to rewrite a classic for all those Phish Phans out there:  "One Phish, Two Phish, Red Phish, Blue Phish."

 

--Fortuitous "hippie chick" Observer

My First Pair of Reading Glasses - A Gen Xer's Tale of Woe

I finally had to do it.  I had to buy a pair of reading glasses.  Typing these words just now sent pains through me like finger nails on a chalkboard, dropping a full can of paint on my big toe, breaking it into 3 pieces, and being forced to listen to any song by Bread...you get the point.  I can't believe it.  Reading glasses.  Seriously?  I am getting old.

For nearly a year I've known I needed reading glasses, but I've been playing little games with myself, trying to pretend that I don't really need reading glasses.  OK, maybe I can't read the dosage instructions on my new medication and I've been taking whatever dose sounds good.  I haven't died yet.  I haven't even been woozy or sick, so at least I'm not overtaking the stuff.  All-in-all, the "pretending" hasn't gotten me into too much trouble.  So, why then, you ask, did I buy reading glasses?

I'll tell you why.  Because I'm a sensible person and I know I need them, and the need will probably only grow, but the most important reason is because I found some of the funkiest reading glasses I've ever seen.  Yup.  I found them online this past weekend, ordered them, and I got them today!  They are too cool for words, and...I can see.

I'll admit defeat.  Me:  0.  Poor eyesight: 1.  I'll admit I'm getting old(er), but I still insist on looking fabulous, and these reading glasses fill that requirement.  I was actually gonna post a Bread song from YouTube, but I think I'll post that awesome song, "I Can See Clearly Now" by Mr. Johnny Nash, so everyone enjoy:

--Fortuitous Observer

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At an Impasse with Myself - the Life & Times of a Pisces

I'm a Pisces.  When people meet me, they automatically assume I'm a Pisces without too much background information or deduction on their part.  Why?  Because I exude flightiness, quirkiness, flakiness, and all those other "ness" words that go along with the strangeness (see, there is another one) that is a Pisces.  Being a Pisces also means that I put the "pro" in procrastination, which irritates me to no end.  Damn it, I'm irritated with myself just thinking about how much I procrastinate.

Today I decided to look up my 2010 horoscope (see there, we are half-way into 2010, and I just now look up what the year has in store for me) on various horoscope sites on the net, and I found exactly what I thought I would:  snippets and novellas on the quirkiness of the fish.  Here is one:

"Pisces is a fickle minded sun sign. It is also the last sun sign of the zodiac. It signifies conflicting and clashing signals with a deep and wavering mind." (I got this from this site:  http://www.horoscopes-love.eu/pisces-2010-horoscopes.php): 

No shit!  Usually when I meet a Pisces, I can tell immediately they are a Pisces without them divulging that highly classified information.  Other signs, not so much.  I match the characteristics of my sign perfectly...oh, and so does my betrothed, Poseidon.  He is a Pisces as well, which means we never get anything accomplished.  We dream and scheme, yet most of our plans never come to fruition.  Drat.

Why am I sharing this?  I don't know really.  Today has been an odd day full of curious, conflicting little vignettes of memories, aggravation, annoyance, excitement, plans, etc.  I feel exhausted.  Like I've been on a roller coaster that tried to make me sick on purpose.  I feel like I can't swim upstream, but I can't float back down stream either (enter me sighing here...through my gills).

--Fortuitous Observer

Here Lies Dorothy Parker

Today I feel like quoting one of my favorite authors ever, Dorothy Parker!

"That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment."  -Dorothy Parker

Love it!  Enough said!  Enjoy your day everyone!

--Fortuitous Observer