Something amazing happened today. Mark Bittman declared his undying love for me via twitter. He also told me he wants me to go to Spain with him when they reprise the “On the Road Again” show. I’m hoping we don’t have to have that Gwenyth Paltrow with us this time. Not that she’s not a lovely person, I’m sure she is. I just would prefer she not come along.
What? Well. Ok. “Declaring his undying love” is going a bit too far. I tend to have a touch of the hyperbole. What he said was that he didn’t think one meal of pot roast was going to kill me. (Which I say shows how very much he cares about my well-being.) And then the second message poohpoohed my comparing him to the pope but said, “Yes, this is really me.” Oh my. He wants me to know it is really him. I was going to send him a message back that said, “this is really me”. But then it was pointed out to me by the almighty twitter gods that I cannot direct message people who do not follow me. So there. We were at an impasse, it appeared. I keep checking, but so far he hasn’t started following me. Certainly it’s just a matter of time before he does. In the meantime, I may never wash these computer keys again.
In honor of the magnificent Mark Bittman (and I say that in all sincerity. His book “How to Cook Everything” opened up a whole new world of cooking to me. I’m no longer afraid to try just about anything. And it’s the first place I check for any kind of recipe, be it pizza dough or gougeres, waffles or roasted root vegetables. Go buy it here.), today’s music Monday selections are both food related.
Go get a snack and enjoy the music!
Filed under books, food, Music
So today with the preschoolers, we made handprint angels. At the end of the morning, when the parents were picking up the wee ones, it was discovered that my friend Luke had no halo on his celestial being. I, being the amazing teacher that I am, told him no worries we would fix up his picture posthaste, he just had to wait a moment. One of the other teachers took the picture and while she was gone doing the repair work, I sang this song to him.
Either I’m the coolest preschool teacher in the world, or soon we won’t have any students. It’s a toss up.
“That’s me, that’s me/The boy with the broken halo/That’s me, that’s me/The devil won’t let me be”
“Boots” by The Killers. This song makes me happy. Or at least not so Grinchy Claus-like.
Hope you enjoy it too!
Today is Monday. I’ve checked 50 kajillion times. It seems the perfect time for a classic Christmas song. Not like any version of it you’ve heard before (unless you have heard it before and then just sit quietly and let the others enjoy it). It’s beautiful and ethereal and a wee bit dark. Simply put, it’s everything Christmas should be!
P.S. If it isn’t Monday, don’t tell me.
It’s a Music Monday, everyone. I was given 4 (FOUR!) cds full of new music and I am so excited about that!
I haven’t had time to listen to all of it yet, but what I’ve heard from Florence and the Machine is great. Maybe she’s not your thing, but give this a listen and see what you think.
We’re on our way to see Sam’s band concert. That should be a perfect capper to Music Monday.
For National Blog Posting Month, I was going to make Saturdays be Silent Saturdays. I was (and still plan to) post pictures and call it a blog post-give myself a day off, as it were.
But today we all went to see Sam play in [*****WARNING! MOTHER BRAGGING ALERT***] the East Central Junior High All District Band. It’s a pretty cool honor to be picked for this band. So instead of just pictures, you get to see a video from the performance.
Without further ado, I give you the ECJHADB with “Count Rockula”
Don’t forget to set your clocks back tonight!
This may be cheating, but it’s late and I’m tired and hungry and I LOVE this video and the song.
I found it here.
After you fuck it up (pardon my french)
Roll Away Your Stone
and find some grace.
“It seems that all my bridges have been burned,
But you say that’s exactly how this grace thing works
It’s not the long walk home that will change this heart,
But the welcome I receive with a restart”
I’ll say it-Amen, Mumford and Sons, a-frickin’-men.