David Bowie

So recently my life has become the wonderful, magical David Bowie. The man is a godsend I swear and I cannot get enough of his music. Now, you may be wondering if all I am here to write about is the music I listen too. The answer, although tempting, is no of course not. See I am doing a report on Ziggy Stardust era Bowie for my Music of the 1970's course. Exciting, no?

While it's fantastic to read about the exploits of Ziggy Stardust, it has done just more than entertain me. It's gotten me thinking about songwriting. Now, I've been doing a bit of songwriting this year, and I actually really enjoy it. But Bowie writes unlike anyone else. I saw a quote that called it "T.S. Elliot to a rock beat." It's beautiful, it's bizarre, and it's amazing. I have only been writing in a traditional verse chorus verse style. Now I want to write something with no form at all and I want the lyrics to be other worldly.

One other thing that has happened recently is I came up with an idea for a type of music I would like to play. Imagine classic punk style, but with definite classic rock (ie Beatles and The Who) influences, with a horn section. Wouldn't it just be the most exciting music ever. Before you say anything, that is not ska. It's something else entirely.

What Truly is the Food of the Gods?

If I recall correctly the answer to the above question is technically ambrosia, the nectar of the Gods of Ancient Greece. My father argues that the two things that prove God exists are good red wine and sour cream, my mother always feels the need to submit fine chocolate to that list. I wonder, what is it about food that makes people ecstatic. I mean besides the obvious need for survival.

It seems that above all else food is a uniting factor. It brings people together, often provides for humorous stories, and is probably the thing that people get the most excited about beyond sex. Yet, lots of people are very picky about what they eat and refuse to try new things. That concept of refusing to eat new things is beyond me. Now, I should note here that I mostly keep Kosher and eat no red meat or poultry. This means that my consumption of animals is fish with scales and fins, dairy, and eggs. Yet, if the whole world of food is open to you, why deny it? I say eat with relish and of course eat relish.

Beyond silly puns though, I want to know what you think is the best food in the world. It doesn't have to be your favorite, I will admit that while cheese blintzes are probably my favorite food, I think the best food in the world are sun-dried tomatoes. So I ask, what do you think is the best food in the world? By the way, I'm really hungry, I miss really cooking, and thus this blog post was created.

Ice cream flavor of the week: Cheese Blintz (A sweet cheese base with swirls of strawberry and sour cream and bits of blinis. It would either be amazing or disgusting.)

Guilty Pleasure #528

Ok, I have a confession to make. I Sarah Danson, chosen person, Jewish proclaimer, and daughter of a Rabbi, I love Christmas time. I love everything about it. The smells, the crazy consumerism, the lights, the food, the bad music, the bad movies, everything. Now admittedly by the time Christmas itself comes around, I'm ready to shoot the next person who wishes me a Merry Christmas. However, I love right around this time of year where you can feel the excitement for it building. I love the chill in the air, the sense of anticipation that you can feel in everyone's movements, and the way that people don't quite talk about it yet. I love it.

Two days in to the actual season I always laugh at myself, because really how many times can one listen to Feliz Navidad before becoming certifiably insane. I know that when I want to cry in a month at the amount of people at big box stores I'll laugh at this post. However, right now I'm loving the pre-Christmas spirit. And damn right I'm gonna go see Fred Clause.

Ice-cream flavor of the week- Gingerbread-Egg Nog.

Crazy Colored Hair

I think it's a shame that crazy colored hair went out of style. I can say now that as someone who has died their hair a crazy color. Truthfully, it was supposed to be a nice cerulean shade of blue. However, I am now sporting a kind of aquamarine green highlighted hairdo. I quite like it I think. It is possible that it may change to a darker blue sometime soon, but for now it is green.

Anyway, the reason I think it's a shame that crazy colors went out of style, not that I truly care, but it is quite a bonding experience. Everyone in the surrounding area wants to see how the color is turning out, they get excited, and thus people bond over the prospect of the unnatural. I suppose that it might be the same way when one gets a tattoo or a strange piercing, but I'm somewhat terrified of needles and thus will most likely never find that out. Nonetheless, it has truly been my experience that people are intrigued and attracted by the unnatural. It does not surprise me in the slightest that the Guinness Book of World Records is the most often checked out reference book, even though checking out a reference book isn't really possible. The reason that it doesn't surprise me is that people love the bizarre. Now this is not a world shaking observation, everyone knows that we as a species love the bizarre. However it does prove my point that crazy colored hair should never have gone out of style. People bond over and love the bizarre, and I for one cannot wait for the reaction that my new green hair will create.

Ice Cream Flavor of the Week: Kiwi-Lime in honor of my new do

Inspiration

It's funny how inspiration often comes in waves. I decided earlier this week that I would start a blog. A friend of mine promptly responded to the idea with the exclamation, "but you don't even update your livejournal." Which, while not completely true is not exactly far from it either. However, I use my livejournal for a very specific point, to update my friends from elsewhere what is going on with my life. With this blog I want to go in a different direction. I don't want to focus on the day to day of my life, but rather the inspiration of my life.

If on a given day I am inspired by a song, I'll comment on the song. If on another day I'm inspired by a new recipe, I'll put up the recipe. Of course, if on another I'm inspired by the sheer stupidity of the Bush administration, well then I'll put up an intensely liberal rant, be forewarned.

I do promise that my inspiration will never try to change anyone's views intentionally. I promise that I will attempt to be entertaining, something I'll probably fail miserably at. And finally I promise that at the end of every post I will come up with an ice cream flavor. Why an ice cream flavor, you may ask? Well it's because I love ice cream, I kind of want to open my own ice cream store someday, and everyone knows that discussing ice cream flavors is the best way to get to know somebody. Some flavors may already exist, some may be intentionally disgusting, and others might just be a stroke of genius. So without further ado, I give you my first ice cream flavor. Chocolate Covered Plum.