Friday the 13th

I saw the best show in my life I think. Elvis at the Schnitz with some of that Napoleon Dynamite stuff happening. I went up closer than my assigned seat and could read the song names on the spinning wheel. The first woman called up on stage was Becky and Elvis said out name multiple times. He took advantage of the acoustics and sang without the mic on one solo song. The colors of the set reminded me of my flannel comforter cover. I didn't get called on stage to dance in the Go Go girl cage, but I was on my feet for most of the night.



One of the spins was a medley of songs about time, Clowntime is Over, Straight Time, Man Out of Time. I can't remember all of the songs, but he played for 2 1/2 hours of beloved song after song familiar but not by rote. He and the Imposters seemed to really enjoy the show. I felt a moment of magic when he played the song I wanted, without a spin.



We didn't get Party Girl in Portland. But here it is from Seattle the night before:

Not enough springing forward

I'm falling a little behind on my holiday blogging. Today is National Sibling Day. I facebooked my brother.

Ash Wednesday I sat by a fire blazing, saw the moon rise and set above the ocean.

I'm going to my old family's late-Passover this weekend, went to a community seder Saturday night and lit candles, fixed a seder plate, made matzoh ball soup and read Exodus by myself on the full moon Friday for the first night of Passover. Following the commandments gives me a sense of order I guess. I thought about the ways that I have freed myself. I'm don't think I've quite made it to the promised land, but my desert wandering is full of dancing and tambourines.

I met a new family on Easter and wanted to eat a yummy looking Christian baby.

I think the autumn holidays of Thanksgiving and Atonement suit my disposition better, but my world is full of colorful flowers and the sun sure is nice when it shines.

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It was an active weekend. Kissed a zombie. Dancing and drinking as usual, more musical variety than normal, and a little aromatherapy thrown in. The Real Davis refers to the Real Kramer, not the Real Slim Shady. I heard praises sung to Smiley Lewis.

I didn't get fooled much, a tiny cherry blossom trick.

I missed the Cesar Chavez Day gathering at St. Francis. I'm tempted to let a friend convince me that supporting musicians is a worthwhile contribution to society.

Green is my favorite color but not because of St. Patrick

Last night I got dolled up for a party. I beat everyone at Twister, although I suspect Sam the birthday boy was going easy on me.

I'm listening to a song from 1938 that I first hear around 2002 on my favorite radio show American Routes. Joseph Campbell said something about how when you are following your bliss things feel right.

Alternating sun and frozen precipitation today.

Pi Day

I've been eating too much lately.

Thinking about how having someone say I'm cute can make my day. This article confirms a hunch I've always had. I'd like to be able to take better advantage of my intuitive powers.

I've got ideas, but don't transform them into action very often.

Raunchy Rockin' Purim Party after an excellent set by Bingo and his Band. It was my first trip to the Bossanova Ballroom dancing to the oldies and laughing at the Spiel. I was an Ester made from alcohol plus acid sharpied on a t-shirt. The hamantaschen was delish. Then there was late night biking.

Today is International Woman's Day. I woke to this to the radio.

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Leap Day was a holiday for me. Moist. Water of all sorts from steamy hot to frozen. I loved the yellow umbrellas, Realize, Real Eyes, Real Lies?