Have Love Will Travel - The Sonics
The Only One I Know - The Charlatans UK
Woke Up This Morning - Alabama 3
Exodus - Bob Marley
Somebody Told Me - The Killers
Snow (Hey Oh) - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Smile - Lily Allen
Prove It All Night - Bruce Springsteen
Ruby - Kaiser Chiefs
Float On - Modest Mouse
Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner - Black Uhuru
The Boxer - Simon and Garfunkel
Mother And Child Reunion - Paul Simon
Texas Flood - Stevie Ray Vaughn
Streets of Bakersfield - Dwight Yoakum
Dani California - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Louie Louie - The Kingsmen
The Break Up Song - Greg Kihn Band
Fast As You - Dwight Yoakum
On Green Dolphin Street - John Coltrane & Miles Davis
Ya Man - Balkan Beat Box
Right Down The Line - Gerry Rafferty
Mama Africa - Peter Tosh
Ride Natty Ride - Bob Marley & The Wailers
Moonlight Feels Right - Starbuck
Ambush In The Night - Bob Marley & The Wailers
Spirits In The Night - Bruce Springsteen
Rally Round - Steel Pulse
I Want To Take You Higher - Sly & The Family Stone
Shakey Girl - Jacob Miller
Pride & Joy - Stevie Ray Vaughn
Can’t Stand Losing You - Police
Slip Sliding Away - Simon & Garfunkel
Black Horse & The Cherry Tree - KT Tunstall
Europa - Santana
Everything Crash - The Ethiopians
Californication - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Walking On The Sun - Smash Mouth
Hassan’s Mimuna - Balkan Beat Box
War - Bob Marley
Samba De Una Nota - Stan Getz & Charlie Parker
Thunder Road - Bruce Springsteen
When You Were Young - The Killers
Pressure Drop - Toots & The Maytals
Riker’s Island - Cocoa Tea
Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlife - Alabama 3
Move By Yourself - Donavon Frankenreiter
Badlands - Bruce Springsteen
Border - Gregory Isaacs
Phantom Limb - The Shins
50 Ways To Leave Your Lover - Paul Simon
A Thousand Miles From Nowhere - Dwight Yoakum
Trapped - Bruce Springsteen
Dashboard - Modest Mouse
Last Night - The Strokes
Train In Vain - The Clash
Green Onions - Booker T & The MGs
Your Touch - The Black Keys
Tonight’s The Night - Rod Stewart
By The Way - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Turn It On, Turn It Up, Turn Me Loose - Dwight Yoakum
Shine Eye Gal - Black Uhuru
Balanco No Samba - Stan Getz
Peace Frogs - The Doors
Green Grass and High Tides - The Outlaws
The Girl From Ipanema - Stan Getz & Astrud Gilberto
Stumblin’ In - Suzi Quatro & Chris Norman
Higher Ground - Stevie Wonder
Take Five - Tito Puente
Trista Pena - Gipsy Kings
Mansion On The Hill - Alabama 3
Why Georgia - John Mayer
Rise And Shine - Peter Broggs
Adir Adirim - Balkan Beat Box
Archive for March, 2007
…was an excellent day. I don’t think I laughed this much in months. My sides ache….in a good way. Life is good.
No tag for this post.…on Twitter. THANKS JJT, for furthering my addiction. :p
So…clothes shopping still sucks. I went to Target today…M stopped by and we had a family outing…which was actually kind of nice, but that’s as far as it goes. Hmpf. Anyway — back to the clothes shopping. I need new t-shirts. They apparently don’t HAVE t-shirts in decent colors at Target unless you get the old lady t-shirts that hang like a sack. Sheesh. So I bought one of the Mossimo stretch tees in an odd shade of blue that will probably get stains all over it ten minutes after I get to work tomorrow.
Oh crap, speaking of Target, I need plastic pitchers. Dammit. Oh well — an excuse for another family outing, I guess.
Ah — we also picked up some Jamaican food on the way home. I didn’t realise how much I missed Jamaican food. Oooo boy it was good. Brown stew fish, rice and peas, cabbage, and plantains. YUM. M definitely scored a few bonus points by stopping for food.
No tag for this post.I’m not doing anymore clothes shopping EVER. I will wear my current clothes until they shred in the laundry. I AM SO SICK OF WOMENS CLOTHES SIZES.
Bleh.
BLEH BLEH BLEH BLEH BLEH.
No tag for this post.Apparently it’s that time of year again — imposters posing as Baltimore City DPW employees are going around the city trying to gain entry into peoples’ homes.
DPW issued the following statement:
No tag for this post.DPW Cautions Citizens: Beware of Public Works Impostors
Baltimore City Department of Public Works Director George L. Winfield today advised citizens to beware of Public Works impostors. The impostors pose as Baltimore City water system employees and seek to gain illegal admittance into your home. DPW has been alerted to one such incident which occurred yesterday in east Baltimore on South Belnord Avenue. Two impostors gained access to a citizen’s home and robbed him.
Citizens should be aware that often these individuals wear what appears to be “official looking” clothing and request to be allowed to enter your home. These individuals may state that they want to check the your water pressure and may claim that this is due to some type of “water work being done in the area.”
Citizens should remember the following: No Public Works employee will ever come to your home unless you have requested assistance and anappointment has been made. DO NOT LET A STRANGER IN YOUR HOME. Department of Public Works employees are not authorized to enter your home without your permission. Always ask to see a Baltimore City employee identification card which includes a photograph. Please note thatthese criminals may have fake identification. Report any and all suspicious activity to the Police Department by dialing 911 immediately. For non-emergency questions about water related work, Baltimore City residents may call 311. Outside the Cityplease call 410-396-5352.
So…yesterday it was 70 degrees outside. Right now…it’s sleeting. Can someone please explain to me how this happens? Without using big science-y type words? Grassyass.
I’m still tussling over the corner with the local drug dealers. I was told by a certain police officer who shall remain nameless that I should mind my own business and let the police do their job…um, no. If a certain police officer was doing his job, it would make sense that I wouldn’t have to enter into a turf war with teenage boys and their middle-aged handlers, no? Call me crazy, but I honestly don’t give a rat’s behind what people do behind closed doors…on the flip side, however, I don’t need (and I’m sure my neighbors don’t need) to see the after-effects. Like the zombies who lurch down Washington Boulevard day after day. You know?
I really sympathise with these kids. I know what it feels like to go through life thinking nobody gives a damn — but the difference is that I grew up in a wealthy suburb, so I engaged in more self-destructive activities and didn’t stand on street corners. I’m certainly no expert in urban poverty, but it would seem that if they had something positive to do, they’d be doing it…right? Ah, no easy solutions at hand, unfortunately. Hopefully something will change soon. Wishful thinking? Perhaps. But I still have this nagging voice in my head that says “Do something…” At least that voice drowns out the one that used to say “Seafood and chocolate don’t mix.”
The kids I can deal with. They’re harmless…and some of them aren’t very good with the sales pitch, I can tell. It’s the middle-aged handlers who make me wish I owned a rocket launcher. What kind of grown man can look at himself in the mirror each day, knowing they’re basically pimping out someone’s kids on a corner? And they strut around like peacocks…yeah, buddy. You’re too cool…forcing someone else’s kid into indentured servitude. Good job.
No tag for this post.I’ve gotten a few emails lately asking how I’m doing, with work and personally… and I’m happy to report both areas of my life are terrific — thanks for asking! I’m working a lot — 7 days a week, and that doesn’t leave a lot of time to mope around…which is never a worthwhile endeavor, anyway. I’ve seen M a few times in the past couple of weeks — we’re keeping the door open, and that’s all I’ll consider right now. But I’m fine with the way things are. I don’t need…the trash (ahem) to have any further impact on my life, certainly.
The business is doing really well, and I’m focusing on community development activities…including this Sunday’s fundraiser for our Main Streets program. If you received an invite, hope to see you there. If you didn’t receive an invite — go here and get all of the info.
I know it’s short notice, but I stupidly realised that not everyone who reads this blog reads the coffeehouse blog too. Eek. Sorry. If you want an invite to the next fundraiser, email me and I’ll make sure you’re added to the list.
By the way — if you’re being stalked or harrassed, and you use Google Analytics…I just found a very interesting “side effect” of using the analysis tools. It’s very easy to pinpoint your stalker if you have an idea where they might be living. You’re able to see where they’re using the computer, when they’re reading your blog, and how many times they’ve read your blog within a given date range. It’s really interesting…and kind of sad to think someone would spend that much time and energy worrying about what someone else is doing. Gotta love Google for providing such a useful tool!!
No tag for this post.That’s what it looked like outside the coffeehouse today. Zombies…lurching down the sidewalk. Some talking to themselves, most lurching…with vacant faces. Dirty. Wet.
I actually had a note taped to the door by noon that said “CLOSED FOR THE DAY, WILL REOPEN TOMORROW MORNING.”
Then I remembered I had a meeting scheduled for 3 PM. At the coffeehouse. And I couldn’t cancel.
Sigh…
So down the note came, and I curled up in my green chair…watching the zombies, wondering how in the hell my neighborhood is ever going to get past this and move forward.
I hope the sun shines soon.
No tag for this post.Okay I couldn’t resist. I signed up for a Flickr account. Some of the photos suck, but a few are nice…I’ll take more and add them every so often.
No tag for this post.Ugh. Today was not a good police day.
I was in the basement of the coffeehouse, doing the dishes…and heard a commotion above me, where the front door is. I had no idea what it was, so I rang the police and asked them to send someone. I finished the dishes (including several deadly-sharp knives) and crept back up the stairs — to find nobody there, nothing wrong, and felt like a complete ass. I guess rightfully so.
I figured I’d just tell the officer sorry and go home…no. I waited…and waited…nobody showed up until I was locking the door and leaving. A certain officer who I actually like but refer to as “Officer Snarky” showed up and gave me that look. You know. Like “Lady, what is wrong with you? Scared of your own shadow, are we?” Ugh. Which only made me feel like an even bigger ass.
So no more of this. Next noise I hear, I’m going charging up the stairs full steam, knives in each hand, and if I make an ass of myself, at least nobody will get to see it.
Ugh.
No tag for this post.