more pining over JM

so let me tell you about my morning with John Mayer.  I am laying on the bed next to a curled up baby....sunlight through the window on my face, my headphones on....I feel like the "Inside Wants Out" album...i like the pared downness of the songs...as i listen i find there is so much emotion contained in the guitar melodies...i start crying....but it feels so good to feel...sun on my face, pure emoting, thinking, music....and so i find a song i don't listen to much called "Quiet"...great great song, perfectly describes my nights...when everyone is asleep....

http://youtube.com/watch?v=JIq1Wly2aTc

well to be honest, i haven't figured out how to be a good Mother and juggler at the same time...still adjusting to shifts in attention, energy, schedule...it's different, still kind of baffled and feeling boob-like.  i know i'll get it...my mind though...have you seen it?  it might look tired, worn out, hungry, confused or it could be hysterically laughing somewhere...or be holding a sign and standing on the side of the road looking quite disheveled.

humina humina huh!  grunting, hmmmph...hrrrrr....grrrr...making random sounds helps me out sometimes.....up really late cherishing the quiet and trying to convince my lost mind to come back so we can rest and have a day of sanity tomorrow....

all-at-once (some thoughts by moi)

mood:frivolous

sometimes it's like i'm talking to a bone head.

other times i just love to watch your mouth move.

perfect precision.

affectation.

irritation.

in this package,

it's all included.

love?

and its not so glamourous guises.

it's like Indian food.

so delicious the experience.

but does a number on the insides.

but we love it and

go back for more.

I love John Mayer...I love his music but even more so his lyrics...a musician that is also a writer is super duper hot and attractive to this lady!  The woman in me loves the man in him, the writer in me loves the writer in him, and the dork in me loves the dork in him...a lot of his memories of his youth mirror my own too.  Here is something from his blog at www.johnmayer.com

The Goonies Switcheroo

 Go back into the annals of beloved '80s films, and you'd be hard pressed to find a movie closer to the hearts of thirty-somethings than The Goonies.  I'll spare you the synopsis, as you most likely already know it, but if you don't, no need to worry - you've seen 20 other movies like it in its time. The template: nerdy but affable underdog(s) suffer unrelenting ridicule by jocks in varsity letter jackets but ultimately have their comeuppance, usually stealing a smoking hot girlfriend or two in the process.

   In the case of The Goonies, a band of awkward, socially outcast kids set off to find a buried treasure, narrowly averting almost certain death and outrunning, among others, a popular high school jock named Troy.  Troy is one of  the classic cinematic archetypes of the 1980s; the jock. He's good looking, rocks a period-relative badass Mustang convertible, and he's a total prick.  All we can do from the moment Troy enters the frame is to wait with baited breath to see Troy lose and the Goonies win. 

And in that end, back in 1985 when the underdogs had their day, (and their bag of jewels), and the final credits rolled and we called our parents for a ride home, we realized something fantastic: It's true, we weren't Troy. But for the first time, thanks to The Goonies, we no longer wanted to be Troy. It was okay to be us, thank you very much.

   Cut to present day.

   What happened to the better part of a generation that once walked out of their local theater rooting for the Mikeys and Chunks and Datas of the world? They've turned into Troys. Troys who can't accept the differences in others and condemn the things they don't understand. Finger-pointing, shit-talking Troys.

   Ask yourself: with whom do you identify more these days, Troy or the Goonies? And if you're reading this and you happen to be an Internet shit-talker, could it be because you think I'm Troy?  Because honest to God, I've always fancied myself a Goonie; the underdog who toppled over the narrow-minded naysayers and walked away with a treasure.

   So maybe this whole thing is one big misunderstanding and it turns out we don't need to go down as a generation remembered as having spent the '00s wearing our asses like hats after all. Maybe it will turn out that we needed a little time to figure out that in the end we're all just a bunch of Goonies.

   JM

And that is why i heart John Mayer....

does anyone remember Sassy Magazine?

it was to my youth as white rice is to my Filipino heritage.....