"Boots on the Ground" Massive Attack/Tom Waits

Wow. Powerful Protest Song with graphic lyrics and photos. Take a listen. Tom Waits-- you still got it.

"Just Breathe" Pearl Jam

How about that last Confession? Too much? I thought the blog needed a little spice.

Tonight marks the eve before my girl was born 23 years ago. I only had to push hard for about 30 minutes and she was here. Of course, there were contractions for about 5 hours and a scare that the umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck that brought on a moment of concern, but she was resilient. I feel for women who went through hours of labor and consider myself one of the lucky ones. She has become a kind, smart and lovely woman, and my best friend. Growing up only knowing her parents as separate was most likely the thing that made her ok. We did everything together. I loved to invent fun things for us to do, especially in the summer when we were both off for vacation. Now that she is older, I am happy when she calls for advice or just to vent from her day.

She came to visit with me and see the kitties and was filled with such joy. Tomorrow I will retrace the day of her birth and celebrate with her at 6:37 PM, the exact time she was born. Happy (almost) Birthday, my sweet Lilly Ruth!

FUN FACT: If you see a house for sale, check the back door because occasionally it will be unlocked by accident, offering a free tour of the house. Yep, that's right. I have been lucky enough to see some pretty cool houses just by trying the back door. more later...

"Stardust" Hoagy Carmichael

Today's Confession is a tad rated R, just saying.

I'll call him STARDUST .

Stardust worked for me as a designer for a few of my shows. I also got him hooked up as a fellow DJ where he spun Jazz records. He was also in the October zone (you'll have to go back to previous posts, if you haven't been keeping up to what that means. I think it was October 7). He always had an adventure planned-- and often times what we did was tresspassing. I would skip school on a beautiful autumn day to have a picnic after exploring a quarry, hike Yellowwood, climb Cedar Bluff, walk Sycamore Landtrust, traipse through the Sculpture Gardens in Solisbury. And in all of these places we had steamy sex. It was exhilarating and exciting, knowing that someone could come along any second and catch us. We didn't care.

One time he was on air and I came over to the studio wearing only a trench coat. He found a long song to play on air and, well, you know. Sex.

STARDUST showed me what sex was supposed to be like.

He was the one who left me stranded in the D.C. Museum with my baggage locked in a locker. He was manipulative and cruel to me--but the sex was well... too bad you can't get equal parts good sex and good, kind person.

Occasionally I will get a post card from STARDUST from Germany or some far away place he is visiting. Or an email will land in my inbox wishing me happy birthday signed:

OLIVE JUICE (If you mouth the words it looks like I Love You.

"Hello, It's Me" Todd Rundgren

Wow well, the words. the words. THE SOLDIER called me yesterday. We haven't spoken in over 5 years but we picked up just like 30 odd years had never passed. And he still calls me Cat.

Some people are just present. Always.

Thanks, SOLDIER. I needed that.