<3 ode to valentine’s day <3

14 02 2012

it’s come to my attention that i know enough people that hate Valentine’s Day that i feel the need to defend its honor year after year. i have been without a Valentine (in the true sense of the world) for 5 years now, and i can’t say i’m any worse for it. i’ve always been a fan of this chocolate-themed holiday. i can’t remember a february 14th without candy and cards and flowers, and the mere fact that they are gifts from family members and friends does not make me wish that they were, instead, from a boy. some of these presents were better than anything i ever got from a boy. silly boys 🙂

years ago when i was in college, i remember year being inspired to make a CD for one of my best friends full of songs to help celebrate the day. i don’t remember if it was a recent heartbreak or just another year of being single that  i was trying to distract her from… most of the songs seemed to say “oh, you’ll find someone one day” or “love is out there, you just wait.” at the time i made this CD, i was, surprisingly, NOT single for the first time in, well, forever. i didn’t realized that CD was maybe something i was making for myself ten years in the future. not to say that i need reassurance that love will come to me (but thank you, Indigo Girls), but just to give myself a little hug with music. i am sure love will come to me in some form or fashion, and at some point. my impatience likes to believe otherwise, but either way, it’s no good reason to hate 2.14. let’s listen to amy & emily reassure us. all together now! this means you.

love that song!! Valentine’s Day may have been “created” by (or, in the very least, ceremonially adopted by) Hallmark, but in the end, this day should be about love, in general, not just about going to a fancy dinner or buying cards or flowers or candy. (however- i will not stop you, should you wish to take me out to a fancy dinner or buy me cards or flowers or candy!)  love should be celebrated every day. i won’t lie; i don’t say “i love you” nearly enough to the people that actually matter in my life – my sweet family – but i am trying. and maybe this day is a helpful reminder that we should.

the other reason i love Valentine’s Day, besides celebrating the beautiful and fanciful thing called love, is, as i told someone earlier today, the fact that valentine’s is the first beautiful bright shining star of the year. january blows- it’s cold and awful and there are no holidays or anything to celebrate. and then- boom. pink, red, chocolate, hearts, LOVE. and the rest of the year is easy breezy. you’re welcome.

i hope you get to eat lots of chocolate and smell the roses that everyone else is getting today. i’m wearing red and cutting out paper hearts and plan on eating a shitload of chocolate and drinking some very good red wine while listening to amazing music later on today. celebrate yourself, if you don’t have anyone to do it for you. or i’ll dote on you, if you want. i love to dote. just say the word! chocolate for EVERYONE. we win!!

*VALENTINE’S CHEESE ALERT*
you are all special to me. have a great and love-filled jelly donut of a day!

peace,
james





cats are weird

31 03 2011

disclaimer: i am not, and never will be, a cat person. belly is an exception.

before i even start, can i just say- mad props to wordpress for making my blog look so effing awesome on an iPad. i heart you, wordpress.

if you know me, you know i’m not a cat person. hate the species in general. but, if you know me, you also know that i am now a 6-month-in cat owner. i took in an unfortunate tiny black-and-white kitten one night in late september. i took her in thinking i would save her from a life on the streets, maybe foster her for a bit then let her move on with her catty little life, right. 6 months later, we’re still here. she’s set up shop, picked out a favorite chair (thanks, ikea!). she’s the proud ower of a large luxury litter box that self-cleans (that’s more for my benefit than hers) and she even has a fancy automatic feeder since i tend to wander off for days at a time. in short, she’s moved in. for the long haul. and while i’m still unsure as to whether cats are my deal, this little one is definitely one of my people.

posing. you know.

her name is isabella, for “real names” sake, but i call her belly. one, because it’s short for her “real name.” two, because i couldn’t really wrap my head around the name izzy (which the fam likes to call her). i like the name belly though. she’s definitely got one. she eats one whole hell of a lot. i’m actually surprised she’s not bigger than she is. (if you care: she’s a whopping 10 pounder.)

i recently learned black-and-white cats that look like belly are called tuxedo kittens. i find this absolutely hilarious. why? because she’s a lot like those tuxedo t-shirts. you know, of the “i want to be formal, but i’m here to party” genre. she tries to be all formal cat-like and all, or appear as such, but she’s really just a silly little thing who’s not quite right in the head.

oh nothing. just hangin out waiting for my fancy feeder to gimme some.

i don’t know much about cats… but this one is weird. i’m used to being around puppies. puppies are always happy to see you… they want to share every moment with you (unless that moment is tearing the meat off a bone, of course), they want to stare into your eyes and make sure you’re giving them every bit of attention you got, they are ready to love you every minute they can possibly stay awake. cats? i don’t think they get this idea. cats are more like, “oh hey” when you walk in the door, and then go back to what they were doing. cats hear ‘NO MA’AM!!” and they look at you and look around all like, “i know she doesn’t think she’s yelling at me… who else is here?” cats think everything you own is their property. cats also think they’re cool because they can jump higher than you can. not cool, cats. cats also make some strange-ass noises. i don’t know what cats usually say, but belly asks questions, she makes statements, and she also talks back. i have no effing idea what she says, but she definitely says something in her effed-up cat language. i also think she’s got a messed up noise-maker in there…. that whole purring thing? she does that pretty much 24/7 and it’s kinda out of tune. on top of the purring, she also makes really weird noises when she lands on whatever she’s jumping too, and it sounds like a broken rattle in a toy.

my approach with the cat thing from the start was to start off treating her like a puppy. i’ve heard if you do that, they might turn into halfway normal socialized creatures. i can’t tell if it quite works all the time, but it seems to be working half the time. half the time she keeps to herself on my ikea chair or the windowsill, and half the time she’s reaching up to pet my face or she’s jumped up on my shoulders to play with my hair or she’s busy trying to head-butt my forehead or even chew on my chin (ew. i know.)… i tolerate this ok because i figure, hey. she’s trying to be like i want her to be, even if she doesn’t quite understand it. even if it’s really effing weird. so… gohead on, belly. just keep being your weirdo self. it’s expected. i think we’re well-suited for each other.

yours,
James





#mylife: packing. thus far

24 03 2011

hey world. james here. again. so sorry i haven’t been keepin up with ya so much lately… winter break and all that… but never fear, spring is here, and i am… somewhere. i’ve actually picked up on all of my Eff&Music posts lately so i’ve been writing a lot about the music in my life, but not much else. and there is much else!

well, i kinda already told you about it, but… i’m buying a house. i guess the important part of this statement is that i have to pack up my life once again and move it from my tiny starter apartment to my new, it’s-way-too-big-for-me house. no worries though- i am sure i will be able to fill it up, if not with furniture and all of my stuff that others are too quick to call “junk,” then definitely with love. i have a little over a month until i move, and, while that seems to be a long time, you must realize i’ll be venturing out of my work life for the first time this year on some travels.

next weekend we’re going to destin for our annual anesthesia conference (read: anesthesia spring break), and after i come home from that, i work pretty much every day until we leave for california to go to… COACHELLA!!! i so cannot wait for this festival. it’s gonna be as awesome as last year, but actually so much better since we know what to expect and have planned it out so much better this year. yes, yes. and after we come home from that adventure… i have about a week (in which i’m working almost every day again!) before it’s time to start the closing/moving process from marietta to brookhaven. joy.

packing is gonna be a bitch. as i said, i have a shit ton of stuff, and not a lot of places for it to go in my apartment. if you think about it, my apartment kind of looks like a really cool thrift store. (i do love a really cool thrift store. so this doesn’t really surprise me. and shouldn’t surprise you. actually, it should worry you. because with the arrival of so much more space in my life, i may frequent really cool thrift stores more often and come home with more really cool thrift store stuff. *sigh*)

i decided to start the packing process by taking some pictures off the wall. that proved to be a mistake of grand proportions. not only did my cat decide my cute pictures were attack-able, but she also tried to eat the nails & thumbtacks they’d been hanging on. (she’s crazy, by the way.) in addition to that madness, i realized that a wall without pictures was unavoidably depressing. so, i stopped after clearing one small part of one small wall and moved on to another project.

i managed to weave my way through my “craft area”( that i haven’t been able to use in months) last night and start putting that stuff into boxes. i figured that would be a good place to start, since it’s unlikely i’ll be sitting down to do any fun projects before may. ha! is it sad to anyone else but me that i can’t bring myself to throw away stuff from college and high school? i mean, mementos, man! i can’t do it. impossible. anyway. it was a nice start… it’s highly unlikely anything else that productive will happen again in the next few weeks, but hey. i made a dent.

i’m gonna make a strong effort to keep you up-to-date on all of this packing madness (and my upcoming travels, of course), if not to entertain you than to just keep track of my madness, which i’m sure to conveniently “forget” during one of the rage blackouts that will show up sooner or later 😉 i know you can’t wait. til next time-

yours.
james.





hello, world!

7 03 2011

man, it’s been a long time! i’ve been here. just not here here. sorry! i’ve been takin care of Eff&Music business on the blog front, and just being crazy busy on the other fronts. i haven’t even been traveling! like, hardly! can’t wait for that to start again. until then, i’ll just catch you up on a few fun things.

concert season is in full swing. i have a new tradition for my shows- i got a pair of grey TOMS shoes for christmas and i’m going to write the name of every band i see this year on them. my Year of Music shoes! so exciting. they already look fabulous and i’ve only seen a handful of shows so far this year. here’s their virginal picture. i’ll have to update throughout the year.

also in music news, we’ve got some great events coming up… you know you can always check my shows page to see what’s on my radar, but at the end of this month we are going to Athens to see my favorite Avetts… then a couple weeks after that we head back to cali for this year’s coachella. you can always keep up with me on Eff&Music: TakeOnlyWhatYouNeed to hear more about that fun festival and the bands that’ll be there. every tuesday, folks.

last but not least, in big awesome news… i’m buying a house!! well, at least i’ve picked out one that i want to buy. that was the biggest part… and now it’s just the waiting game. we shall see what happens, but i should have a new home come may. yay!

happy march, y’all. have a good one and i’ll try to talk atcha more. 🙂

peace,
james





.::then james thought of something she hadn’t before::.

20 08 2010

i was thinking too many things at once.

usually i use twitter to get rid rid of the stuff in my head because i have no one around to tell my little silly thoughts to… but sometimes i just have so much going on and i feel like maybe i should write more than 140 characters. that’s usually when i write a lil’ somethin here.

what i was thinking today, mainly, (don’t laugh; it might come across as cheesy) is how lucky i really am. today i’m in a dental case at work- and usually dental cases we do under anesthesia are ones for patients who couldn’t normally tolerate a visit to a dentist office for procedures. my patient today has huntington’s disease– a debilitating neurological thing that usually has a late onset and leaves the body it inhabits as somewhat uncontrollable and slightly demented. this little guy i’m taking care of is 38 years old and was diagnosed six years ago. i don’t know if he has dementia quite yet, but he definitely has trouble expressing himself and controlling his movements. his demeanor is what really struck me… he was just so sweet and smiling and everything… Read the rest of this entry »





on leaving my formative years in the dust

28 06 2010

ahhhh, ten years. a decade. who knew i’d ever remember one as a whole unit of time? not this girl. we went to see rascal flatts last night and they said they’d been around for 10 years. i actually remembered hearing their first single, “praying for daylight,” and not knowing who they were, and then continuing to love pretty much everything they’ve come out with since. ah, my love for music’s never changed. that ten year thing, though… got me thinking.

ten years ago i was in turmoil. well, not really. but kind of… it was the summer after my first year at UGA, i still didn’t know what i wanted to do with my life, still didn’t have any kind of romantic interest (i mean did i ever?!), still worked at the bakery (oh i miss that place!). i was actually working two jobs that summer- the bakery and the days inn downtown (lord, how i survived that i’ll never know) at the reception desk. pretty much the worst job ever. i was traumatized all summer. anyway, i remember that during *birthday season* 2000 my parents were actually in hawaii celebrating 20 years together, my sister was mad they were gonna be gone on her birthday, and i was spiraling through life in my normal dreamworld. keeping boys at arms length yet wanting so badly to one day find true love. i remember driving from my hotel job to my bakery job one day before my birthday, changing from one uniform to the next while driving (crazy kid), and bursting into tears realizing i wasn’t gonna be a teenager anymore. sadness, right?! Read the rest of this entry »





in which jamesly has run out of stuff to do in the OR… and now sits, contemplating life

26 06 2010

‘sup, y’all? I’m sitting in the OR & kinda bored so I thought I’d see how, uh, “fun” it would be to blog from my iphone. we’ll see how this goes.

we’re doin bout the grossest thing I can think of. de-gloved arm. *vom*

(can I put pics on here with this app? gonna take one, yo. look for it at the bottom. zoom it. this is sooooo grosssss…)

I kinda miss bonnaroo. still wearing my wristband. wondering how long to keep it on. guessing til my next “dressy” outfit requires it. or until my bday (15 days!). or until one-month-post-fest. somethin. i won’t be one of those ppl who keeps it on til next year. promise 🙂 The Year of Music continues, though! we got tix to so many great shows for fall recently. kings of leon, bnl, local natives, matt & Kim, avett bros, just to name a few… check my shows page for the complete list. ahhh I can’t wait. Read the rest of this entry »