Desert Island Disc – 1

Here’s today’s topic, brought to us by Plinky.com and The Daily Post.

If stranded on a desert island, and could only bring one music album with you, which would it be? What is it about this music that never gets old for you?

This is actually a tough one for me, but I guess I gotta go with my gut instinct, right?  I’m going to cheat just a little – my pick here is an anthology. 😉

It is 3 discs worth of music from my favorite artist of all time  (a very close second is Johnette Napolitano – more on her later), and just happens to contain my very favorite song, “Outside the Rain.”

Stevie’s music takes me out of this world, and into exactly the space and time I wish to reside forever.  It takes me to my beloved desert.  Maybe it’s because she was born and raised in Phoenix – and still lives there, in Paradise Valley – but I can feel the desert in her music.  Listen to even just the opening few seconds of “Rock a Little” and tell me it doesn’t evoke a desert red-rock sunset. (obviously, this is not the official video lol)

I guess…yeah, if I had to be stranded on a desert island with only my thoughts, this music would easily serve as my soundtrack.

What’s yours?

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Trailer Park Chic, Anyone?

Anyone who said living in a trailer park (aka “mobile home community”) is a bad thing obviously isn’t doing it right.  I for one think this kind of trailer park living needs to make a comeback.  I’ll be the first one saying “Move over, bitch…I got a vintage beat up Airstream on the way!”

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This is one example of how I don’t fit into “normal” society (thank goodness) – I am totally, completely not kidding when I say I would be all over this shiz like white on rice.  And MY trailer (“modular abode”) would be decked out with cheetah carpet; some of these; art everywhere; a jukebox full of nothing but Stevie Nicks, Fleetwood Mac, Tom Petty, & Eagles; and a swinging party patio complete with plenty of chairs, beer, and Astroturf.  Now all I need is a teal 57 Chevy Bel Air full of pink flamingos and I’m all set.

30 Days – Day 5 – Something I Hope to Do In My Life

If you’re following this blog, you know I’m participating in the ‘30 Days of Truth‘ project I’ve seen on other blogs.  It’s helping me commit to posting every single day, since I’m also taking part in The Daily Post project.

Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.

Man On a Blue World by Alexandra Huber

I want to continually learn and evolve.  Wait, is that too abstract?  Most people would probably say ‘write the a “Great American Novel,” see the world, get rich, find true love, or something else along those lines.  All worthy aspirations, I’m sure.  But maybe, just maybe we can do those things, and/or something so much more, by always striving to learn and open ourselves to new information and experiences.

I want to dream of great things, of a world where dreams are real.  I want to leave a mark, even if it’s only on one person’s heart.  Even if I never even know it.

Even if it never even seems to matter.  Maybe that’s the best thing I can hope to do after all.

But…if I absolutely had to pick something completely non-abstract, just to nail something down…I want to live in the desert, and take photographs, and count the stars, and fill journals-worth of space with words, and dreams, and memories.

What do you want do with in your life?  Write it down anonymously and let it go…leave it somewhere, throw it out, whatever.  Work to make it come true…and maybe someday someone will find what you wrote, and find their own dream.

Energy + Motion

This morning (thus far) has been one of those weird, ethereal mornings that really invigorate me.

I say weird for several reasons – it’s 4 days until Christmas and today’s high is projected to be 78°. Granted, this is Dallas, but still… Also, last night was the ultra-rare and much-hyped Winter Solstice lunar eclipse, which I missed. This morning’s drive was marked by a gorgeous sunrise behind me, and a full and very bright moon before me.  See below – sorry in advance for the cell-phone photo – didn’t do it justice, I assure you.

The air was warm and cool at once.  I was listening to KXT 91.7, our local NPR-affiliated indie station.  “Sun Hands” by Local Natives came on, and the combination of the morning ambiance and the tribal pulse of the song was intoxicating.  I had visions, wishing I could somehow just pick up from life and leave for the desert for a week or so, with just my camera, my journal, and maybe (maybe) a laptop.  And just be alone, in the desert, with my lens and the quiet.  What a glorious prospect.  I love my home life, the spouse & pup and all, but my heartbeat lies out amongst the dust.

Arrived at work feeling excellent, and ready for whatever.  I started pondering a new book project (one of several I have going on right now – more to come on all that).