Showing posts with label fall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fall. Show all posts

Friday, October 2, 2009

(#12) Fall is here, hear the yell, back to school, ring the bell...


It's October! I am not a big fan of cold, but I do love the few in-between days where it's still summer-warm and fall-crisp.

I wish the leaves turned different colors here...








On the less-seasonal side, I made two mix CDs yesterday. One was mostly comprised of Basement Tapes/Last Waltz songs, but the second's theme was less clear.

1. Annie - Ronnie Lane & Pete Townshend
2. Black Dog - Led Zeppelin
3. Blackbird - The Beatles
4. Catmelody - Ronnie Lane & Pete Townshend
5. Don't Stop Belivin' - Glee cast
6. Goldigger - Kanye West
7. Heartbreaker - Led Zeppelin
8. Hold Me Tight - The Beatles
9. The Lemon Song - Led Zeppelin
10. Martha My Dear - The Beatles
11. Michelle - The Beatles
12. Poker Face - Lady Gaga
13. Push It - Glee cast
14. Whole Lotta Love - Led Zeppelin


In my defense, "Poker Face" and "Goldigger" are the kind of virulently catchy songs that once you hear you can't help but put on a CD so as to rid your brain of their choruses. And Glee is a darn good show. Ridiculous, but good.




This isn't in my defense, because they're awesome, but the Ronnie Lane/Pete Townshend collaborations come from Rough Mix, which is a fabulous album. I favor the Lane parts for the most part, but all of it is great, which kind of goes without saying. Duh. It's Ronnie Lane and Pete Townshend! Together!



Anyway, Happy October! Allison has some cute pictures of fall over at One Glad Morning, if you're interested (and you should be).

Thursday, September 17, 2009

(#5) Summer Skin

I am unfortunately having to make peace with the fact that summer is ending, which is sad. I know a lot of people in Florida loathe the period from April to September that bestows such sweet gifts as 100+ degree weather and oppressing humidity to us, but I'll take that over frigid air and runny noses any day. And yes, I realize that Florida is not exactly the Yukon, but cold is cold is cold to me, okay? 40 degrees or -5 degrees, it's all awful. (And before you tell me that I don't know cold, let me just say that I hail from above the Mason-Dixon line from the great white north that is Illinois, so I've at least, you know, seen snow.)

I am slightly excited to wear my sweet semi-bomber jacket I got from T.J. Maxx for like, $30, though. Not to mention the ton of scarves that I have to hide in the summer to avoid wearing them with my tank tops, à la hipster chic. I do love me a good cold-weather scarf, you know.