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Colleen asks (on her blog) “The most embarrassing poster I ever had hanging on my wall….” And I had to stop and think about it. I am a firm believer that no one (except my husband) should ever be ashamed of their musical tastes OR their childhood crushes. Why bother? Tastes change, people change, posters tear…what’s the big deal? That said, I am trying to figure out what would be the most embarrassing poster I ever had…hmmm.

Well, there was Donny Osmond, and I stand by my love for him. Every little girl loved him! And he wore purple socks! And I had the dolls from the variety show, one of Donny and one of Marie. And they wore…skates. That was weird, a variety show on ice. But if I am not mistaken the Brady Bunch had a variety show with synchronized swimmers so…dude, the 70’s were trippy.

I also stand by my Andy Gibb poster. He was cute. And I got to see him play Joseph in “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat” not long before he drugged himself to death. I’m not saying he was genius, just that he was pretty decent music for the disco era. I remember taking “Shadowdancing” out from the library over and over. Now I listen to his brothers from time to time. Turns out they made a lot more music than just “Saturday Night Fever”.

I have absolutely no shame for my Mick Jagger poster and I never ever will. In fact, if I had that poster right now, I would hang it up. It was a photo from the “Waiting on a Friend”video and he’s wearing that white fedora. I loved that picture. Oddly, it fell off the wall on his 40th birthday. That always kind of freaked me out. Look at old Sir Mick now. I was afraid that he was going to die that day because clearly, it was an omen. I need never have worried I didn’t actually get to see The Rolling Stones in concert until I was in college. It was the Steel Wheels tour and I honestly believed that it would be their last tour ever. Silly girl. Let me add that that concert ranks amongst my favorites ever. Damn, those old people could rock!

Ok, Ok, maybe I feel a little bit weird about that GQ cover of Christopher Lambert. The picture was actually from his turn as Tarzan but still…he was the Highlander. He does deserve some credit for that. Besides…he is pretty.

In college I had a HUGE poster of David Bowie, I think it was a promo poster for Absolute Beginners and I know it was a going off to college present from my BF (I still have it. It’s in the garage at my mother’s house). A lot of girls came into my room for the Bowie poster but they all stayed for…Greg Louganis. Let’s face it, it doesn’t matter who he loves, we still loved him…and we also didn’t know at the time that he wouldn’t be all that interested in us. Still…pretty.

By the way, here is the Translation for that page…
Not much help, eh?

I am not embarrassed by any of my pinup boys. Currently, my office wall sports Hellboy and Alan Rickman. People look at me strangely but then again, they always have.

Stuff.

The other day, as I was walking out of Trader Joe’s, a woman passed me, looked directly at me and said…”Oops.”

How am I supposed to take that?


Anyway, I haven’t a lot to say. That’s not true. I always have a lot to say. That’s not true either. I THINK I have a lot to say but I never really feel like saying it.

SO…

Let’s see…

What I’m reading: The Untouchable by John Banville. I just started and I am already fascinated. I kind of dropped The Omnivore’s Dilemma but I will go back to it shortly. I’m kind of on a fiction kick at the moment, except the Banville book is based on a real story of the Cambridge spies. So a semi-fiction kick.

What I’m watching: I am trying to clean out the dvr. I’ve been watching the Masterpiece Theatres (Carrie’s War was very good) that I recorded and I’m going to get to the Mediums next. And the Romes and the Extras…and the…

What I am listening to: Jarvis Cocker’s solo stuff. You know him, he’s the dude from Pulp. Or Harry Potter, if you prefer. Thom Yorke’s solo stuff too. Love, love, love it. And I am very excited about this whole Bryan Ferry sings Bob Dylan thing.

What I am listening to right now…right this very second: Mark Rushton Podcast #18

If you're into ambient, electronica, downtempo, idm, drifty, chill out, and post-rock kinds of music then subscribe to the MarkRushton.com podcast and you'll be listening along with thousands of others. About every month I'll release a podcast of original music, either new material or tracks from my massive archive. I also include live and improvisational recordings on occasion. Over the years I've been influenced by artists like Brian Eno, Aphex Twin, Fennesz, Harold Budd, Cabaret Voltaire, Bill Nelson, Pat Metheny, and others, although I like countless other artists from most genres of music. If you have an appreciation for anything from synth pop to experimental noise, you'll probably like what I have to offer. You can find out more about me and my music at markrushton.com

I like it.

What I am working on: arty things. I am having a devil of a time drawing a dachshund playing an accordion but mostly just because of the color of the dog. And I am working on some new cards for a little side venture. More to come on that as it progresses.

What I am cooking: nothing. Nada. Last week I had James throw some pork in the crockpot to make carnitas. They were…eh. And I’ve not felt inspired to cook since. Maybe next week. I would like to try another batch of vegan cupcakes. I have my eye on a vanilla recipe.

Finally, I have a bad habit of bookmarking things to read “when I have a minute”. This is What I have been bookmarking lately:

Visibone’s Webmasters Color Lab makes me very happy. It’s good just to see colors next to one another but it’s great to figure them out for webby stuff.

Tracy Thorn talks about her new solo album

W.H. Auden and the Cambridge Spies (I think this is what got me wanting to read the Banneville book)

The poetry of Sylvia Plath, inspired by a heartbreaking post at John Baker’s blog, which I highly recommend.

Whew. I need a drink.

Soon I will update my links and show you places I have been shopping online. Because I can. So there.