Mixtape Monday: Memories

After a bit of urging by Josh, I’ve decided to make the first Monday of every month “Mixtape Monday.”

I love mixtapes. I loved creating CD mixes to listen to in my car. Sadest day of my music life when my car was broken into, and all of my CD’s were stolen–including the mixes.

This month’s theme is “Memories,” as I copy Josh in all things awesome, and we decided we’d do themed mixes, so that we have a focus when putting one together, and so a listener has a way to step into our heads for the hour or so that they’re listening to what we put together.

Every song in this playlist is from a CD that I physically own. My memories are tied to these CDs and these songs. Originally I had planned on only doing 10 songs, but how could I say no to the other three? Also, all of these are from high school or earlier–which is the apex of my memories, hense why I seem to only write high school fiction these days.

Throughout the month, I’ll post the memories they pertain to, so as not to make this post four pages long, and to give each memory its due.

And as I write the posts, I’ll link them back up to the song title. So if it’s a link now, it’s an already written memory.

Playlist

  1. Smack My Bitch Up — Prodigy (5:42 | 192kpbs)
  2. Israel’s Son — Silverchair (5:18 | 192kpbs)
  3. Basket Case — Green Day (3:03 | 192kpbs)
  4. Electricity — 311 (2:34 | 192kpbs)
  5. Everything to Everyone — Everclear (3:20 | 192kpbs)
  6. Goodnight, Good Guy – Collective Soul (3:29 | 192kpbs)
  7. Around the World — ATC (3:37 | 192kpbs)
  8. All Star — Smashmouth (3:21 | 192kpbs)
  9. Guitar–Cake (3:41 | 192kpbs)
  10. The Sign–Ace of Base (3:12 | 192kpbs)
  11. Change–Blind Mellon (3:41 | 192kpbs)
  12. Name–Goo Goo Dolls (4:30 | 192kpbs)
  13. Today–Smashing Pumpkins (3:20 | 192kpbs)

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Book List: Week Seventeen

I’ll admit that except for a short mystery, I read romance. And they were all Harlequin Presents. But, they’re all very old, and so very cheesy, which is exactly what I need at the end of the semester. It doesn’t hurt that it only takes a few hours to knock one out.

  1. The Oxford Murders - Guillermo Martinez
  2. When the Loving Stopped - Jessica Steele (out of print)
  3. A Taste of Paradise - Margaret Mayo (out of print)
  4. Mistaken for a Mistress - Jaqueline Baird (out of print)
  5. No Time for Marriage - Roberta Leigh (out of print)

When the Loving Stopped is badly titled, and would have made a perfect musical in the 60s. No Time for Marriage managed to contradict itself at the end–the heroine was a career woman who stated over and over she wanted stay that way, except when offered marriage by the billionaire tycoon. I hate that kind of acquiescence in a previously strong heroine.

Book List: Week Sixteen

Turns out, I didn’t do any better reading books this week, either. Just one book, and a romance at that. But I figured it was better than nothing, and I read it Saturday as we waited out the rain at Fort Ross.

  1. Too Wicked to Tame - Sophie Jordan

It was a good bit of fluff to get back into my books, and I did buy two new ones tonight at Barnes and Noble, so I know I’ll read at least two books this week.

Wherein, I hate the process but love the end product.

As it turns out, I hate tags.

Or, more precisely, I hate tagging things. I also hate titling things, adding descriptions, and organizing things. Which is so terribly sad for me, since I enjoy things being tagged, titled, descripted, and organised.

And I mean I hate doing this for everything–photos, blog posts, del.icio.us links, video. Pretty much anything you can tag, I don’t want to tag it. Besides taking up time, I’m very bad at doing all these thing. I mean, how do you know what the tag should be? And my titles are never witty enough.

I have been dumping pictures into my flickr willy-nilly these days, and yesterday when I had some free time to myself, I thought that I should probably start to get a handle on the 300+ photos that were just chillin’, waiting for me to come by and have me tell people what they were all about.

I did the Disneyland ones, since I figured they’d take the less work–less research. If I plan on tagging the Monterey pictures accurately, I’ll have to do some research on exactly which organizims I took photos of.

Anyway, so I named a bunch, but I’m bad at naming–so there’s photos like “Jungle Cruise 16” and “Small World 19.” At least the titles show me where the photos go in the order of things. I’ve also done some mass tagging of the photos, like adding “Disney Resort” to all of them, and then separating them by park, so you know where it was taken. I’m not sure if I got around to adding all the ride tags–if I haven’t, I still have to.

Mass tagging is really, really handy, since a lot of the photos will have the same tags, and so I can type the tag once, add it to all the photos it applies to. But. Nearly every photo has tags that don’t really go with the others. I want to tag each photo with the character, location, and random info about the photos, which means that I have to go through each photo individually to add them. And I just haven’t had the time yet.

And of course, there’s another field trip this weekend for Biology, which means I’m going to have another 150+ photos on Monday to dump into Flickr as well.

I have a feeling I’ll be tagging and organizing my photos for the rest of the year. If I’m going to go through all of this trouble, people better be looking at them. ;)

“Who does he think he is?”

I don’t usually weigh in on 9rules issues. Yes, I’m a member, but at the same time, I’m just another blogger, trying to make it big in the three-ring-circus of the interwebs. And I usually let other people say what I’m thinking when it comes to things like this.

However, when people have unrealistic expectations–about people I happen to like, no less–I have to step in with my two cents. Of course, it won’t be a friendly two cents, but I passed being friendly on the blog last year, when I started giving people I don’t like mean nicknames. Deal with it.

Anyway, it turns out that some people–I would think more than one, since the rule of thumb is something like if one person speaks out about it, another 10 (or is it 100?) people are thinking the same thing, but aren’t speaking up–feel that 9rules isn’t keeping it’s promise.

The question is though, what promise is 9rules breaking?

There are many who applied during the last round who have, as yet, heard absolutely nothing. Not a thing. Since October of 2006. Nada.

I wonder, then, if Brenden was around for round four. Between May, when 700 people applied for membership, and June when only 100 or so were actually accepted, no one heard a peep from Tyme, Scrivs or Mike. And the other 600 sites that didn’t make it in? They never heard anything at all. They were left to scour a huge list to see if they had made it in or not. And I don’t recall anyone complaining then about how they were notified. Complaining about how they didn’t get in, yes, but the notification procedure? No. Maybe people did, but I didn’t see any of it.

So, here we are, six months after round five closed. People have been accepted, they have been added to the network (such as my good friend Josh), but no, there was no one definite post saying who was in, which would tell those who were on the list that they were out. There were a bunch of little posts saying who they had decided on to that point.

For me, that would mean that everyone not on those lists? Not accepted. Just like if my site hadn’t made it onto the round four list, I would have known I wasn’t in. I didn’t need a personal email to tell me that I was in or out. Just like a job interview. If you don’t get a call back, you know you didn’t get it.

Brenden then goes on to say:

If something is important, one makes the time it needs or deserves. If one isn’t making time, then obviously the matter simply cannot have any importance. We no longer matter. That is the message 9rules is sending.

But, really, how much time do you think needs to be spend on adding quality sites to the network? Brenden complains that no one has been added in the last month, which implys to him that no one has been working behind the scenes.

I for one am glad that they are taking the time to go through the list, talk to the bloggers, find out if it’s a good fit for both the blogger and the network. After all, I’m always a bit afraid Tyme’s going to come back and say “hey, we totally made a mistake, you write rubbish” and take away my leaf.

If it takes time to decide, let them take their time. There is more to running a network than always letting new people in. You have to take care of the people already there, the infrastructure that connects everyone together, and make sure that you’re always moving forward.

And it’s much better for everyone if it takes the rulers six months to decide if a person is in, than taking a five minute look at your site (which could be on a day that site is down), and make a flash decision right then about whether the content is good enough.

And finally, the bit that bothered me the most?

A network that has no new life, no new inspiration and no new voices, is a network without growth and without a future.

Sorry, but to me it’s like saying that the people currently in the network? Good for nothing. It’s like saying once you’re in you’re stagnate, and fresh water must be trucked in daily. The problem is, if you bring in too much water, you flood the system, and everything gets waterlogged–meaning things get lost.

The only way to keep bringing in new life is to keep removing the old, otherwise the room get’s crowded, and you can’t see the hot guy across the room (and, sorry to change metaphors, but I just couldn’t work that into water.) And at that point, what’s the point of the network if everyone and their brother is in it? The network has just become a blog directory that anyone can join if they can string two words together.

Tyme, Scrivs and Mike work really hard to make the network feel like a community, and I think they do the job beautifully. So, the longer they take to add sites, the more confident I am that the sites that make it will be nop-notch stuff. And that is what 9rules has always been about.

Quality, not quanity is the name of the game. And quality takes time. And Tyme. So I’m willing to wait to see whatever she and the boys bring us next.

–”Thnks Fr Th Mmrs;” Infinity on High: Fall Out Boy

Broken down on memory lane.

It seems that I am unable to do an accurate recounting of recent events.

Case in point, a class field trip to Monterey three weeks ago that I still haven’t written about, much as I want to. And again, last week’s trip to Disneyland, which will have to wait until after I write about Monterey. And of course, there is this weekend’s field trip to Bodega Bay, which will have to wait until after I write the first two posts.

At least I’ve remembered to post all photos thus far to flickr.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately. I have nearly no drive to write. I have slacked off on the reading, and I’m getting horrid headaches every day. Perhaps it’s the headaches that cause the previous two, but it’s hard to tell.

I really do want to write about the stuff I’ve been doing lately, but at the same time, I don’t want to write anything at all. So guess which one wins?

I need to shake myself out of this funk. Like, yesterday. I’m so tired of being tired. And so a promise that I should be able to keep: tomorrow, a post. A real post. About something real.

Nothing like this half-ass apology, “why I’m not writing” sort of post. You deserve better. And, well, I can do better.

Now, to find the aspirin…

–”Don’t You Know Who I Think I Am?”; Infinity On High: Fall Out Boy

Book List: Week Fifteen

Um. So. I didn’t read anything last week. At least, nothing to completion. A few poems for class on Monday, but the rest of the week? Vacation. And I can’t read in a car, so there was 16 hours of non-reading time. And I came home with a massive headache. And a bunch of excuses. So. I’ll read something this week.

V.A.C.A.T.I.O.N.

Headed out this morning–class, and then a car ride for Disneyland. I won’t be around for the rest of the week. Try not to miss me so much, alright?

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Book List: Week Fourteen

Pitiful. Only two books this week. But I’m so very tired of the books I have. I want to read genre stuff, and all I’ve got lying around is literary fiction. No fun.

  1. The Town That Forgot How to Breathe - Kenneth J. Harvey
  2. Harlequin Presents: The Kouvaris Marriage - Diana Hamilton

I’m ignoring Ulysses, mainly because I don’t understand it to the point that I feel like I’m not reading when I am, and I haven’t decided yet what I’m packing for this week’s trip. We’ll see. I’ve got to read something besides my Marine Biology book this week.

Fall Out Boy postpones tour; I feel like crying.

If it’s not obvious enough, I love Fall Out Boy. Like, seriously love them. K, ME and I were planning on going to their concert on May 1, pit tickets and all.

However, they have delayed the start of the tour due to “personal issues” and the Sacramento date is one of the first. This wouldn’t be so bad, considering they’re rescheduling all missed dates…. Except ours.

From the Honda Civic Tour website:

Fall Out Boy announces that due to personal issues beyond the band’s control, the first few weeks of The Honda Civic Tour have been delayed. These shows will be rescheduled to the end of the tour.

The only show that could not be rescheduled due to routing conflicts is the Sacramento show. Ticket holders for the Sacramento show can refund their tickets and can also re-buy tickets for the Concord date at point of purchase.

And granted, Concord isn’t so far away–we do drive to concerts in San Francisco, so going somewhere in the bay area isn’t so bad, but it’s going to be at the end of the tour, which could push us back into past August, where ME and I will be firmly ensconced in Chico, and a four-hour drive isn’t quite the same as a two-hour one.

So it’s up to K if we’re going to go to the rescheduled date, since she’s our current ticket holder, and hopefully ME and I will still be able to make up. And I was so looking forward to the concert.

Tears really wouldn’t be amiss right now.

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