JoeyGirl and I are fighting it out. It’s a battle of word-craft. I took her challenge and wrote about Igor Stravinsky. Now, she took my challenge and wrote about Pope Benedict XVI and John Paul II. And I’ll have to step up my game… it’s hard to compete with Pope George Ringo.
Here is my challenge:
“Jenny, your challenge is to write a blog proposing a musical production of “Hitchhiker’s Guide,” using sets in the style of Gustav Klimt and music in the style of Duke Ellington (although if you really, really, really would rather avoid Klimt and Ellington, I’ll understand). I fully expect several examples of song titles, with summaries of who would sing them!”
Well, Joey-Girl, I believe that this musical has already been done. It’s called Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.
I’m tempted to end with this little parry, but I suppose I should lunge. It really is scary to think of Donny Osmond as any character in Hitchhiker’s. Well, maybe he could play Arthur Dent. I love the idea of highly evolved mice singing in the tone of Cinderella as they are about to harvest Donny Osmond’s brain. That’s just about as relaxing as sending a cabbage through a lawnmower. Or perhaps, the music begins with the mice singing their backstory, but as their saws start Duke Ellington’s version of Caravan begins to play in the background. It could work. Then there could be a whole chase scene… like Tom and Jerry…but the mice chase Donny Osmond around.
“It just aint mean a thing if it aint got that swing…do whop do whop do whop do whop do….”
Zaphod Beeblebrox… he wore an outfit inspired by Klimt in the books anyway, didn’t he? That’s how I imagined it.
Marvin… he gets his own ballade. It’s just right.
Trillian… It’s not Ellington, but I want her to sing, “He’s so vain.”
Vogons… They need to do a nice soft shoe number. “Gloom, Despair, and Agony on you.”
That’s all I got. I still have to write a paper tonight. Let me think of a challenge. It has to be good.
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JoeyGirl Says:
February 29th, 2008 at 10:50 pm
Masterful, dearest. Masterful.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
My Rite of Spring.
I take your challenge, Joey-Girl. On guard.
But to write of my dear Igor…no, not that one. You want me to write about the composer, Igor Stravinsky. (Anyone named Igor should be dear…right? The name does originate from Ing, the Norse god of peace and fertility.) What do you say about this Igor in particular? I bet he never even played a tolerable game of rock, paper, scissors. I’m sure he never created a website that allows playing RPS. Since Igor Stravinsky died in 1971, he never even saw Princes Bride. Poor Stravinsky. He must have lived such a small life. (Insert sarcastic face and grimace here.)
But I have a particular hate of modern, “high” music. The Rite of Spring is tolerable in my memory, but I haven’t heard it in years. I will listen to it as soon as Pride and Prejudice is over on TV. But it would kind of clash with early 19th century music.
But I have a right to have a Rite of Spring. The birdies are chirping outside my window at sunrise. That means spring is coming. A friend of my said that the naked ladies are beginning to jump out of the flower beds. Pretty soon the sprites will show up and nymphs will start dancing. Pan will play his pipe. However, Dionysus will not show up. He had a previous engagement with some acquaintances of mine. Anyways, I won’t meet Dionysus unless he begins to pour out Dr. Pepper… even then he shouldn’t come until after Easter when Lent is done.
[Is this when I admit that I had two Dr. Peppers in the last week? I feel disheartened, but I will continue will I left off. I’m just a little sad that I didn’t make it the whole time. On the good side, the scale at the doctor’s office said that I lost three pounds in the last 2 weeks. Yeah, me!]
So listen to the Rite of Spring. Go outside under the sun, and dance around in circles. Go out under the moon and kiss the ground and hope for the tulips to bloom. Dream of Easter and colored eggs. Dream of April showers and May flowers, tornados, and hail storms. Breathe deep and let your vitamin D increase.
In the meantime, really, listen to it. http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=9041627
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jen_archaic Says:
February 24th, 2008 at 8:04 pm
p.s. Joey-girl. Your challenge is to write something funny about Pope John Paul II. You could make it harder and do Benedict XVI… but Pope John Paul II seems more enjoyable.
JoeyGirl Says:
February 26th, 2008 at 6:34 pm
Fine, my darling. Where shall this battle take place? Here? Or would you prefer my myspace page?
JoeyGirl Says:
February 27th, 2008 at 7:29 pm
Done. Go and enjoy.
www.myspace.com/fuzzyjoey
But to write of my dear Igor…no, not that one. You want me to write about the composer, Igor Stravinsky. (Anyone named Igor should be dear…right? The name does originate from Ing, the Norse god of peace and fertility.) What do you say about this Igor in particular? I bet he never even played a tolerable game of rock, paper, scissors. I’m sure he never created a website that allows playing RPS. Since Igor Stravinsky died in 1971, he never even saw Princes Bride. Poor Stravinsky. He must have lived such a small life. (Insert sarcastic face and grimace here.)
But I have a particular hate of modern, “high” music. The Rite of Spring is tolerable in my memory, but I haven’t heard it in years. I will listen to it as soon as Pride and Prejudice is over on TV. But it would kind of clash with early 19th century music.
But I have a right to have a Rite of Spring. The birdies are chirping outside my window at sunrise. That means spring is coming. A friend of my said that the naked ladies are beginning to jump out of the flower beds. Pretty soon the sprites will show up and nymphs will start dancing. Pan will play his pipe. However, Dionysus will not show up. He had a previous engagement with some acquaintances of mine. Anyways, I won’t meet Dionysus unless he begins to pour out Dr. Pepper… even then he shouldn’t come until after Easter when Lent is done.
[Is this when I admit that I had two Dr. Peppers in the last week? I feel disheartened, but I will continue will I left off. I’m just a little sad that I didn’t make it the whole time. On the good side, the scale at the doctor’s office said that I lost three pounds in the last 2 weeks. Yeah, me!]
So listen to the Rite of Spring. Go outside under the sun, and dance around in circles. Go out under the moon and kiss the ground and hope for the tulips to bloom. Dream of Easter and colored eggs. Dream of April showers and May flowers, tornados, and hail storms. Breathe deep and let your vitamin D increase.
In the meantime, really, listen to it. http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=9041627
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jen_archaic Says:
February 24th, 2008 at 8:04 pm
p.s. Joey-girl. Your challenge is to write something funny about Pope John Paul II. You could make it harder and do Benedict XVI… but Pope John Paul II seems more enjoyable.
JoeyGirl Says:
February 26th, 2008 at 6:34 pm
Fine, my darling. Where shall this battle take place? Here? Or would you prefer my myspace page?
JoeyGirl Says:
February 27th, 2008 at 7:29 pm
Done. Go and enjoy.
www.myspace.com/fuzzyjoey
Monday, February 18, 2008
Lucky Day 13
13 has paid off for me again. 13 days off soda, and I got good news. The CT Scan is clear. I told him so. My oncologist that is…
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Susannelein Says:
February 19th, 2008 at 9:43 am
Yay! I’m so glad that CT scan was clear
JoeyGirl Says:
February 23rd, 2008 at 4:16 pm
Okay, darling, I want a new post, but I know coming up with topics can be difficult, so I shall provide one.
Igor Stravinksy.
:) GO! Let the writing and hilarity begin!
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Susannelein Says:
February 19th, 2008 at 9:43 am
Yay! I’m so glad that CT scan was clear
JoeyGirl Says:
February 23rd, 2008 at 4:16 pm
Okay, darling, I want a new post, but I know coming up with topics can be difficult, so I shall provide one.
Igor Stravinksy.
:) GO! Let the writing and hilarity begin!
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Day ?: I made it another day.
I still haven’t had Dr. Pepper. Today was the hardest day so far. I really wanted one for my trip back to Norman. Hmmm. Sugar. Caffeine.
I made it through my CT Scan this weekend. It took them three tries to get a vein, but after that, it was easy. The Banana Smoothie flavored, Barium Sulfate (ide?), was not entirely puke-alicious. I got it all down with only making two faces and no gag-reflexes.
Mom agrees with my last email. My hate of cabbage is connected with cancer. She reminded my that Bass has numerous decorative cabbages, especially by the main door and the door to the radiology department. Once upon a time, I had my own parking place at the radiology department at Bass…wasn’t I special. I’ve never had a handicapped parking thing though.
New goal. I never want to have to accept the golf cart to get from the parking lot to the hospital building at St. Mary’s. It’s a beautiful system, especially for the older adults who are visiting. But I refuse to ride the thing when I can move my own two feet.
That’s it for today. I should talk about the lovely 30th anniversary that my home-church had for my pastor and his wife. Can you believe a pastor has stayed at one church so long? He’s definitely a surrogate parent for me…and many others. Hawley without the Lillie family, just wouldn’t be the same. We’re lucky. In the meantime, there was a pot luck that would have amazed even Garrison Keillor. Eat your socks off. (That’s my new phrase. Created the first time on accident.)
I made it through my CT Scan this weekend. It took them three tries to get a vein, but after that, it was easy. The Banana Smoothie flavored, Barium Sulfate (ide?), was not entirely puke-alicious. I got it all down with only making two faces and no gag-reflexes.
Mom agrees with my last email. My hate of cabbage is connected with cancer. She reminded my that Bass has numerous decorative cabbages, especially by the main door and the door to the radiology department. Once upon a time, I had my own parking place at the radiology department at Bass…wasn’t I special. I’ve never had a handicapped parking thing though.
New goal. I never want to have to accept the golf cart to get from the parking lot to the hospital building at St. Mary’s. It’s a beautiful system, especially for the older adults who are visiting. But I refuse to ride the thing when I can move my own two feet.
That’s it for today. I should talk about the lovely 30th anniversary that my home-church had for my pastor and his wife. Can you believe a pastor has stayed at one church so long? He’s definitely a surrogate parent for me…and many others. Hawley without the Lillie family, just wouldn’t be the same. We’re lucky. In the meantime, there was a pot luck that would have amazed even Garrison Keillor. Eat your socks off. (That’s my new phrase. Created the first time on accident.)
Monday, February 11, 2008
Day 6: Cabbages Attack
A theme that I continue to write about on this blog is decorative cabbages. They are ugly. They are vicious. At the very least, they should be edible.
Well, my hatred toward cabbages has been rather inexplicable…until now. Today, coincidence and psycho-analysis collided, and I came to a realization. I hate decorative cabbages because of cancer. Yes. That is the situation.
Now, you might ask… How do decorative cabbages and cancer relate? Well, I’ll tell you. If you don’t want to hear, go surf the web.
Today, I went for a fairly routine mammogram that wasn’t as routine as I wanted it to be. I don’t have breast cancer, but my lymph nodes are really swollen, so I have to get CT scan on Friday to make sure that the bigger group of lymph nodes by my lungs are behaving themselves.
No, cabbages do not cause breast cancer or Hodgkin’s or any type of physical malady that I do or do not possess. (Except perhaps for gas. I remember the story of a girl who lost an entire dress size by just passing a woofer.)
But when I went to my oncologist office to pick up the medical orders for Friday, I had to laugh. There were two decorative cabbages in the flower pots at the door of Dr. Dexeus’s office. No wonder I hate cabbages. Bad association. Luckily, I still like recliners (the preferred method of taking chemo) and the Price is Right (the only tv show that a 10 year old and 80 year old in a doctor’s office can agree on).
So, I hate decorative cabbages because of cancer. Stay tuned until next time to hear if I continue my Dr. Pepper fast, or if I break that fast by having a glass of dp with a lovely salad of decorative cabbage.
Well, my hatred toward cabbages has been rather inexplicable…until now. Today, coincidence and psycho-analysis collided, and I came to a realization. I hate decorative cabbages because of cancer. Yes. That is the situation.
Now, you might ask… How do decorative cabbages and cancer relate? Well, I’ll tell you. If you don’t want to hear, go surf the web.
Today, I went for a fairly routine mammogram that wasn’t as routine as I wanted it to be. I don’t have breast cancer, but my lymph nodes are really swollen, so I have to get CT scan on Friday to make sure that the bigger group of lymph nodes by my lungs are behaving themselves.
No, cabbages do not cause breast cancer or Hodgkin’s or any type of physical malady that I do or do not possess. (Except perhaps for gas. I remember the story of a girl who lost an entire dress size by just passing a woofer.)
But when I went to my oncologist office to pick up the medical orders for Friday, I had to laugh. There were two decorative cabbages in the flower pots at the door of Dr. Dexeus’s office. No wonder I hate cabbages. Bad association. Luckily, I still like recliners (the preferred method of taking chemo) and the Price is Right (the only tv show that a 10 year old and 80 year old in a doctor’s office can agree on).
So, I hate decorative cabbages because of cancer. Stay tuned until next time to hear if I continue my Dr. Pepper fast, or if I break that fast by having a glass of dp with a lovely salad of decorative cabbage.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Day 4: GIVE ME A DR. PEPPER!!!
Day 4: GIVE ME A DR. PEPPER!!!
Okay, I’ve almost made it through. Today’s been tough though. Seven hours of class on a beautiful Saturday afternoon should be illegal! Super illegal!!! I wanted caffeine all day. Also, I got used to the sugary taste with meals…but I also noticed that made me only want to eat salty, savory things at meals. I’m hoping to eat more fruit, and I’m trying to stay away from more chocolate. =)
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Susannelein Says:
February 11th, 2008 at 8:00 am
Maybe you could try a sugar-free Italian soda. Or an Italian cream soda - yum! And, yes, it should be illegal to force people to stay inside on a beautiful day. That’s kind of how I’m feeling right now, staring longingly out the window at the beautiful blue sky…
Okay, I’ve almost made it through. Today’s been tough though. Seven hours of class on a beautiful Saturday afternoon should be illegal! Super illegal!!! I wanted caffeine all day. Also, I got used to the sugary taste with meals…but I also noticed that made me only want to eat salty, savory things at meals. I’m hoping to eat more fruit, and I’m trying to stay away from more chocolate. =)
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Susannelein Says:
February 11th, 2008 at 8:00 am
Maybe you could try a sugar-free Italian soda. Or an Italian cream soda - yum! And, yes, it should be illegal to force people to stay inside on a beautiful day. That’s kind of how I’m feeling right now, staring longingly out the window at the beautiful blue sky…
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Day 2
I am so detoxing… My body must have really been wanting water. I didn’t realize how dehydrated I probably was.
Thanks, sisters, for the ideas for other beverages. I’m going to stick to water for a little bit. It’s needed, and it doesn’t cost anything. =)
Thanks, sisters, for the ideas for other beverages. I’m going to stick to water for a little bit. It’s needed, and it doesn’t cost anything. =)
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Day One
D.P.A. Dr. Pepper Anonymous. Hi, my name is Jenny Rempel, and it’s been 30 hours since my last Dr. Pepper.
I’m just began my first caffeine headache about an hour ago…but I took a couple advil, so I’m good. The goal…no Dr. Pepper for all of Lent… Hopefully, for longer. After the forty days, I would like to continue to have one maybe once every couple weeks…if people have pizza or something, but that might not be possible.
My rules… no sugar, caffeinated, carbonated drinks. Let’s see how it goes!
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JoeyGirl Says:
February 7th, 2008 at 12:15 pm
Kudos, sister, darling!!!
May I recommend Minute Maid limeade from a can? It’s excellent.
big sis Says:
February 7th, 2008 at 5:32 pm
I second those Kudos! Can I join you on the wagon?
Something I really like is a splash of fruit juice (especially something strong like cranberry juice) with sparkling mineral water. Some of the flavored mineral waters are good too - just watch out for the ones with artificial sweeteners!
Jill
I’m just began my first caffeine headache about an hour ago…but I took a couple advil, so I’m good. The goal…no Dr. Pepper for all of Lent… Hopefully, for longer. After the forty days, I would like to continue to have one maybe once every couple weeks…if people have pizza or something, but that might not be possible.
My rules… no sugar, caffeinated, carbonated drinks. Let’s see how it goes!
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JoeyGirl Says:
February 7th, 2008 at 12:15 pm
Kudos, sister, darling!!!
May I recommend Minute Maid limeade from a can? It’s excellent.
big sis Says:
February 7th, 2008 at 5:32 pm
I second those Kudos! Can I join you on the wagon?
Something I really like is a splash of fruit juice (especially something strong like cranberry juice) with sparkling mineral water. Some of the flavored mineral waters are good too - just watch out for the ones with artificial sweeteners!
Jill
Monday, February 4, 2008
Little Man Tate…
So I’ve watched a couple of movies from my past recently. First, I saw Hello Dolly, a movie that I watched over and over again as a kid.
But, you know what…it isn’t very good. Barbara Streisand can sing…yes, that’s enjoyable, but the plot is kinda stretched out, and I get embarassed for the characters. It’s just too silly now.
But tonight, Little Man Tate was on. I taped this movie with the VCR when I was younger…probably just to see if I was capable of taping something. I think we had about three taped movies that we would watch. Kevin Costner’s Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, the Last Dragon, and Little Man Tate. It kinda started a Jodie Foster kick. I think I’ve only seen 3 movies of hers…no four. I forgot Maverick. Oops, I forgot Contact and Anna and the King. That makes 6 at least. I’m not sure if I’ve seen her Freaky Friday…but Candleshoe was in my original three with Silence of the Lambs. (Ain’t that a combo.)
Well, back to Little Man Tate. It’s better than I remember it. Did you remember that Harry Connick, jr was in it? Now, I realize why people thought he was cute. He was…I kinda disliked him in Hope Floats and Will & Grace. But he can really play piano, and he actually played the piano in the movie. The whole sound track was amazing. Unfortunately, the sound track was a little off on the tv. It was off on my video tape too, but it doesn’t mask how good the music was.
The acting is great. The moral is great. The sentiment feels real. If you have any interest in gifted kids…which I always will… it’s the perfect movie for a weird night off.
As for why I love gifted kids…that’s a different story for a different day. I just wish I had more to offer gifted kids than admiration and interest. (Okay… and a CTY archaeology class….) But I guess that was Jodie Foster’s position as the main character’s mom, and she showed that the one thing that everybody needs (whether they have intelligence or not) is love, and she was the person who could offer it.
So, way to go. A happy moral and a happy ending.
But, you know what…it isn’t very good. Barbara Streisand can sing…yes, that’s enjoyable, but the plot is kinda stretched out, and I get embarassed for the characters. It’s just too silly now.
But tonight, Little Man Tate was on. I taped this movie with the VCR when I was younger…probably just to see if I was capable of taping something. I think we had about three taped movies that we would watch. Kevin Costner’s Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, the Last Dragon, and Little Man Tate. It kinda started a Jodie Foster kick. I think I’ve only seen 3 movies of hers…no four. I forgot Maverick. Oops, I forgot Contact and Anna and the King. That makes 6 at least. I’m not sure if I’ve seen her Freaky Friday…but Candleshoe was in my original three with Silence of the Lambs. (Ain’t that a combo.)
Well, back to Little Man Tate. It’s better than I remember it. Did you remember that Harry Connick, jr was in it? Now, I realize why people thought he was cute. He was…I kinda disliked him in Hope Floats and Will & Grace. But he can really play piano, and he actually played the piano in the movie. The whole sound track was amazing. Unfortunately, the sound track was a little off on the tv. It was off on my video tape too, but it doesn’t mask how good the music was.
The acting is great. The moral is great. The sentiment feels real. If you have any interest in gifted kids…which I always will… it’s the perfect movie for a weird night off.
As for why I love gifted kids…that’s a different story for a different day. I just wish I had more to offer gifted kids than admiration and interest. (Okay… and a CTY archaeology class….) But I guess that was Jodie Foster’s position as the main character’s mom, and she showed that the one thing that everybody needs (whether they have intelligence or not) is love, and she was the person who could offer it.
So, way to go. A happy moral and a happy ending.
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