Wednesday, September 09, 2009

These boots were made for blogging

I bought these from Zappos. They arrived on my front porch literally 18 hours after I clicked the purchase button, and they are ridiculously comfortable. I'm not a girly-girl about too many things, but I do get excited about new shoes! Seriously, I didn't know cowgirl boots were this comfortable, or I would've gotten some years ago. They are actually a little darker than they appear in this picture, but that's ok. They make 'em in black and bright red, too; I'd probably buy both of those if I were rich and stuff. (As it is, this is the most I have ever spent on a pair of shoes, and I won't be getting more anytime soon! Definitely a splurge, but I expect to be wearing 'em for years.)

I walked around in them for a good couple hours over the weekend at the Fourth Street Festival, a fabulous little arts & crafts fair here in town; and today I wore them to work to give them the all-day test. Put them on at 7:45 and didn't take them off until around 6 pm, and I kind of didn't want to take them off at all, they were that comfortable. The next and final test will be whether I can dance in them for three hours at a concert; that test takes place in Chicago on September 20.

Definitely a girly-girl when it comes to new shoes. They have to be comfortable shoes, though.

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Delighted to see that my favorite rockstar has up and gotten himself named as one of the Kennedy Center honorees for this year! Bruce Springsteen will be recognized along with Robert DeNiro, Mel Brooks, Dave Brubeck, and opera singer Grace Bumbry. Kind of odd that there's only one woman on the list, but the pairing of Springsteen and DeNiro is pretty fortuitous, I think. Should be fun to watch the telecast when it airs in late December.

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Have found it difficult to maintain "poetry brain" lately. I need to spend some uninterrupted time this weekend reading poetry; that should help it to kick back in. I kinda wish I'd had a three-day weekend to relax and read and write, but classes were in session on Labor Day and so I worked (in fact I was on the reference desk from 6-9 that evening). That's ok because I can take the holiday time later on, but a little stretch of unscheduled time would sure do wonders for my writing right now. Oh well. I'm trying to stay on top of the submissions, too, and fire off a packet or two every week just to keep stuff out there. I don't know if you've noticed, but you don't get published much if you don't send stuff out. :)

Getting the US Open wrapped up will help too. I get so distracted when there's tennis on.

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Speaking of splurges and distractions, how about those Beatles remasters? Between the great piece on All Things Considered and the comprehensive review on Popdose, I'm sold. Just trying to decide whether I want to try and save up to buy the whole box set (I like the neatness and the self-containedness of box sets) or whether I want to run out and buy Abbey Road (my favorite) right away and acquire the rest one at a time over the next few months. I was a little too young to really "get" the Beatles before they broke up (I was born in '61), but I was a huge huge Beatles fan in my teens and early twenties. Pretty amazing to think of all the ways in which they've been influential, both culturally and musically. And commercially, for that matter.

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Ellen on Idol? Really? Weird.


Lyle Daggett said...

When I was in grade school (in Minneapolis) there was a little lunch counter diner across the street from the school, and every once in a while my sister and I would get to eat lunch there. (This was back when the normal thing was for kids to walk home for lunch and then walk back to school in the afternoons. Really toughened you in the winter time, walking four times a day between home and school.)

This was during the years when the Beatles were first becoming insanely popular, 1964, '65, '66, and their early songs were on the jukebox in the diner. To this day when I hear some of those early songs I time-travel back to that place, can taste the burgers and dill pickle slices.

The owners of the diner made their own ice cream in the place, usually three or four flavors a day, and the flavors varied a little from one day to the next. One of the secret treasures of those years for me is eating ice cream outside in the winter. (The ice cream doesn't melt till it's in your mouth.)

The school is gone now, the city built a new school a couple of blocks away and tore down the old building. The block where the school was is a park now. The diner is still there, sort of, it's changed from an old-fashioned greasy spoon to a modern coffee shop, cappuccino, etc., but they still make the ice cream there.

cornshake said...

now THOSE are some kicky "concertboots!" Zappos rules--i once had shoes delivered to the hilton at AWP of all places. :)

Collin Kelley said...

Those look like some honky-tonking boots to me!

Jessie Carty said...

i used to love cowgirl boots when i was a kid, you are making me crave some new ones :)

Kraxpelax said...

Dark nights washed by distant rippling trees
and alien winds covering your eyelids, purifying
like everything, move on with splendid ease
leaving us a message: life will never cease
its sleepy course in vain
in order to attain
rebirth, since Death is not and Life is dying.

The heat around Time's corner waves a scent
for creedence revival of some virtual vampire
as deep inside. A force considered spent
returns from utter non-existence that was meant
to keep us out of breath -
Is Life both Life and Death?
Riddle of the Night! The Day be hot and dire.

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