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She’s borrowing from the random idea generator again.
Herewith, my list of my ten favorite quotes, in no particular order.
“Life is too important to be taken seriously.” – Oscar Wilde
I don’t actually read Oscar, or know much about him. This quote was told to me when I was in high school looking for a quote to go with my senior picture.
You know the drill, we all had to have a quote, our defining statement. I liked the sentiment, so I went with it. My alternate was something about describing the taste of an olive, it was a weird quote. So of course they used that one.
But the Oscar quote has stuck with me.
“Talking about music is like dancing about architecture” – generally attributed to Martin Mull, but source is unclear.
First heard this quote in the little known and way under appreciated movie “Playing by Heart“.
This was before Angelina Jolie was, well, what she is now. She was only sort of known back then and is adorable in this movie. Her character is wacky and everything I wish I could be (including six feet tall and drop dead gorgeous), and she talks about this quote (attributing it to a musician friend), then subs in that “talking about love” is definitely like dancing about architecture.
I don’t know, it’s a quirky line. I like it.
“This is a simple game. You throw the ball. You hit the ball. You catch the ball. You got it?!?” – the Skip in Bull Durham.
How many times, as a manager, have I wanted to throw a sack of bats at the feet of my employees and holler at them about being lollygaggers?
The answer is: a lot
There are a lot of life lessons to be learned from the game of baseball. This is a fave quote I remember when I tend to overcomplicate things that should be simply elegant. Like the game of baseball.
“…and when we win this game, we’ll buy a keg of booze, and we’ll drink it to the Aggies ’til we wobble in our shoes…”
That is actually the actual words from the NMSU fight song. It always appealed to me greatly that at an institution of higher education, we were encouraged to, you know, drink.
Our forefathers from 1888 saw the future. They saw it clear. They knew exactly what my alma mater would be.
Makes me proud. : sniff, wipes a tear away :
“Hey, minion! Bring me a beer! And don’t lollygag!”
And by minion, of course, I mean The Good Man. (juuuuuust kidding!)
Speaking of those college days….how about:
“It’s only love when you’re loved in return.”
Ok, sure, it’s a quote from a Steve Wariner song.
But it was said with *meaning* by my best friend, back in college, when I discovered that the guy I’d been dating was cheating on me. It was my first taste of heartache. The guy was truly a cad.
Now that cad has been married to another friend of ours for the better part of twenty years. Proves that sometimes it’s not the boy, it’s just the wrong boy for you.
My bestest friend and I had occasion to recall this conversation recently, with a laugh. This was while recounting the story to my husband.
So all’s well that ends well, I believe.
And speaking of The Good Man…
“To my heart you have the key/It you who set me free/And time will surely show/That our love will grow and grow.” Lyrics from “Positively Meant to Be” by Jimmie Vaughan
The words on the page don’t really have the same impact as they do when heard on top of the low and slow blues guitar sound from Mr. Vaughan (brother of Stevie Ray, totally different style).
It’s a song I sing to my sweetie. I know, I know…too goopy for words. But it’s my song for, or rather about, him.
Ok, let’s ungoop this thing…
“No matter where you go in life after this, it will always be better than Tucson.” – From the movie “Hamlet 2”
Ok, apologies in advance to anyone from Tucson or anyone who actually *likes* Tucson.
I have had several occasions to spend time in Tucson. Not the least of which is that the Colorado Rockies have their Spring Training facility there. In the City of Tucson, I’ve been treated bad, eaten awful food, my friend had her car towed (from an unmarked area) and been lost in muther f-word “downtown” Tuscon with confusing highway markers.
And when, while watching Hamlet 2, they said that line, the beverage I was enjoying came rocketing out of my nose like Ol’ Faithful.
Well said, sir. Well said.
And just to prove I can be fair, I’ll also include:
“Even for Albuquerque, this is pretty Albuquerque.”
Also a nose geyser line, spoken seriously and rather snidely by Kirk Douglas in the movie Ace in the Hole.
An utterly forgettable movie with an unforgettable line.
Ya gotta be from ABQ to understand it. But you know, there is a lot about Albuquerque that is just soooooooo Albuquerque.
“May the bird of paradise fly up your nose.”
If Little Jimmy Dickens wasn’t a poet, I don’t know who is. In fact, country music is ripe with quotable quotes. Country living and cowboys tend to have some colorful descriptors, but that’s a whole other post for another day.
Ok, ok, I’ll end on an inspirational note…or something…
Seems fitting, uplifting. Don’t let those bastards getcha down!
“Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?” – Frida Kahlo
Beautifully painful and erudite, all at once.
I’m sure I’m forgetting quotes I adore, but can’t quite access in the ol’ brain matter today.
Maybe I need to go out and flap my yapper and make some quotable quotes of my own…..
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“Some dealers are still whining about government delays in rebate reimbursement. Yeah. You read that right. Auto dealers are complaining someone is slow holding up their end of a bargain. Should have signed up for the undercoating.”
Source: City Brights: Will Durst
Filed under: Albuquerque, Bay Area, big weather, homesick, life, New Mexico, Opinions, summer, sunshine, The Good Man, where I come from, work
Growing up in the high desert, I learned a lot about the cycles of the day. Especially the cycles of a good and hot day.
Living at over a mile in elevation, you can expect some really spectacularly hot days. One hundred degrees plus. Burn your leg on a hot seatbelt, sweat out your body weight, run through the sprinklers kind of heat. But you are rewarded at the end of the day by the cool that comes with sundown.
Living in the desert, you can expect some really spectacularly windy days. The kind that knock you down, dump over your trashcan and send it a mile away, tip patio furniture and blows the shingles off the roof. But you are rewarded at the end of the day by the calm that comes with sundown.
And you are rewarded, at the end of the day, by the fantastic pink melon and deep blue and yellow and purple and red colors that come with sundown in a dusty climate.
Where I come from, sunset is a show. It’s cooling and it’s calming and it’s a fine time to pour a glass of sun tea over ice and sit in a lawn chair and slap at mosquitoes and smile and remember just how great the summertime really is.
Today was a pretty hot day in the Bay Area. Not New Mexico hot, only in the low 90’s. But add a dash of humidity and it was a bit of a broiler.
There was an kerfuffle at a factory near where I work, so we were instructed not to go into work. Today I got to sit in my little rental home and watch the cycle of this day.
The morning was nice, clear, warm, but pleasant. Birds chattered at each other as they stole figs from our tree.
Noontime brought the heat. And the birds and animals sought cover. The Feline laid flat on the floor, making sure no limb touched any other limb.
By 3:00, it was oppressive.
By the time The Good Man got home from work, it was really pretty disgusting. A haze hung in the air with a lingering shimmering heat.
But…now it’s just past seven, and the sun is setting. The day is cooling.
That nasty haze is converting the sky from gacky gray to a pinkish blue.
Sundown hasn’t let me down yet.
(Unless you live in Phoenix. That place never cools off.)
Image removed at the request of the photographer, Glenn Hohnstreiter. You can view it on his webpage. Go take a look. You’ll be glad you did.
“Under a new FTC rule, telemarketers can’t make pre-recorded calls to anyone, even if they have done business with the person, unless they have gotten written permission from the customer. The fine for violating the rule is $16,000 per call.
The new rule, which takes effect Tuesday, should eliminate robo-pitchs like those saying your auto warranty is about to expire.”
In the elevator, on the way down to get frozen yogurt, I read on the Captivate headline streaming network tiny tv thingy in the elevator that doctors are starting to worry because younger generations are exposed to a lot of radiation through their lives due to medical scans, thus raising their risks for cancer. (source)
Which made me think about my once a year dental xrays, two MRI’s, a chest xray, xrayed suspected broken ankle, and my recent mammogram.
Once fro-yo was obtained (of the boysenberry variety), on the way back up in the elevator, I read that, evidently, my thermostat can make me fat. (Funny, I thought it was all the boysenberry fro-yo with crushed cookies on top).
The doors were opening so I dashed out and didn’t get the story.
That’s ok. Scared on the way down. Scared on the way up. Makes me want to eat a vat of fro-yo and hide under the bed.
It’s too much.
Wasn’t it just better when we were blissfully ignorant, eating red meat for lunch with two martinis with a pack of smokes for dessert? Perhaps we weren’t as healthy, but we also weren’t subjected to fear infused crawl headlines warning of “Fire!” or Swine flu!” or “Pestilence!”
Ignorance might really be bliss.
Sure, the information age has been amazing. But it’s been damaging too.