Knitting For Bears

Y’all! So I wrote that blog entry about this morning and while I was fighting with the ridiculousness of the main page not showing the same content as the entry page I was playing some other songs by Adele on youtube/myspace/last.fm (wherever I could find songs). Y’all. Y’all. Her voice is GORGEOUS. It’s heartbreaking. Listen! I can embed?

That one’s my favorite right now. I’m on the third listen and I’m not thinking I’m gonna get tired. Wow. But there are so cute songs too. Want a link to the last.fm page for her? Adele’s myspace? Have fun! (The myspace has Hometown Glory.)

I’m so excited. I have new boots waiting for me at home! WOOOO.

Then Bear slept last night!! I love when he gets sleep, even if it means that I don’t get much. I’d rather wake up at 8, no matter how hard it is for me. He was very patient this morning though. Went downstairs to watch music videos while I got ready. I was in the bathroom putting on make up when I hear “Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere? Would it be a waste, even if I knew my place? should I leave it there?”

Not even a minute into the song I’m dancing in around the bathroom. I come downstairs and Bear plays it again as I put on my shoes. Then he dances me out of the house playing it one more time. I’m sharing it here. It was a great song to get us going this morning.

I had this dream last night. I had just broken up with a boyfriend. No one serious, just a guy I’d dated and kinda liked for a few months. I had gone out with some friends and (because this is a dream) we were at a ski resort with this other circle of friends (except we weren’t skiing because it was fall and snow hadn’t fallen yet). I can’t remember a lot of the detail, but also at the resort, in the other circle of friends was Bear and this girl. I liked Bear. I took every chance I got to hang out with him, but I thought that he and this girl were dating. I was just enjoying the company. There was even this one weird sequence where a bunch of us were on some couches in some room, like one of those rooms in resorts with the fireplace and the couches. And he ended up holding my legs. Like there were a few ottomans that a group of us had commandeered to prop our legs and feet up and I had slouched down and my legs were completely across the ottoman with a friends feet propped on mine and he lifted my legs and sat and then held them on his lap. But kinda hugged them. Eventually I told him I loved him. It was right after the other girl told me she was going to get him to date her and I realized they weren’t dating. Apparently I’m not very nice. He said he loved me and wham I woke up. Granted the alarm had been going for forever.

I remember holding his face in my dream the way I do in real life. That was a good dream. A good way to wake up. I’m pretty sure I even know why I had the dream. I guess that maybe that deck was stacked too.

Two articles (one long, and one really really long) have been keeping me entertained.

Secrets of Storytelling is about how and why we enjoy stories so much. I remember in high school our english teacher telling us that we had to “suspend disbelief”. Trust me, there isn’t a girl who has graduated from HS who had this teacher that doesn’t still hear her voice in our heads. Her title was not Professor, or Teacher, or even the generic Mrs/s. She was Queen.

The other article is Newsweek’s Secrets of the 2008 Campaign. I’m fascinated by all the behind the scenes fighting and decisions. The link takes you to the highlights, which are fascinating enough on their own, but follow along to chapter 1. I think it’s worth the time.