So, I totally had a tasty Tuesday planned, and then I couldn't find the recipe on my hard drive. I must have deleted it. I promise to get another copy from my grandmother and post it next week.
Today, though, is Frank Turner Friday! So I present to you "Wessex Boy." I just love Frank Turner. And does he remind anyone else of Chris O'Dowd (from IT Crowd and Bridesmaids) or is it just me?
Wessex Boy
Let me tell you all a little story of the things I’ve found,
Hanging out and drinking with my friends in the cathedral grounds,
And later dodging drunks as we dance along Jewry street,
As we wander uptown to the Railway, our friends to meet.
There’s something about coming back to your hometown again,
The place where you grew up and where you found your firmest friends.
And though none of them still live here, and I’ve got nowhere to go,
I’m a Wessex boy, and when I’m here I’m home.
Let me tell you all a little story of the things I’ve lost,
Huddling for warmth on the top step of the Buttercross,
Or sitting on the benches by the bridges at the riverside,
Counting down the hours for the buses cause I missed my ride.
There’s something about coming back to your hometown again,
The place where you grew up and where you found your firmest friends.
And though none of them still live here, and I’ve got nowhere to go,
I’m a Wessex boy, a Wessex boy and when I’m here I’m home.
And one day I will hear this song, anonymous and sweet,
Ringing our from a busker’s guitar on the ancient city streets.
I’ll pause a while and smile before I continue on alone,
And somebody else will sing the words, and I’ll feel like I’m home.
There’s something about hometowns that you never can escape,
The triumphs and the tragedies, the tawdry little fates,
The welling of nostalgia, the feeling kind of strange,
Because despite all of the little changes, the place still feels the same.
But then there’s something about coming back to your hometown again,
The place where you grew up and where you found your firmest friends.
And though none of them still live here, and I’ve got nowhere to go,
I’m a Wessex boy, I’m a Wessex boy, and when I’m here I’m home.
Mix Tape Monday: Cars and Parties
So, I went shopping last Friday. ! I know. Who has time for shopping anymore? Well, I took the day off. And while I was in Anthropologie, not buying anything because I'm a poor grad student and can't afford anything in there, I heard this song by Edith Frost playing. I love it. I don't even know why. I think it's just because it's such an upper. So here's an upper for what's already turning out to be a typical Monday. Oh, and btw, sorry for being MIA last week. I have no idea why I was so lazy...oh wait, yeah I do. Grad school. ::sigh::
Cars and Parties
Everywhere I go reminds me
Of someplace down in Texas
And every time I close my eyes
I dream of my old home
And oh it’s gettin’ so cold ‘round here
There’s too many cars ‘round here
And though I want to open up my heart
There’s too many parties
Everyone I know reminds me
Of someone down in Texas
And every strip mall on the highway
Reminds me of my home
And oh I’m tired of roamin’ round
There’s too many goin’ down
And though I want to open up my heart
There’s too many parties
Every time I close my eyes
I dream of someone in Texas
And every strip mall along the highway
Reminds me of my home
And oh it’s gettin’ so cold ‘round here
There’s too many cars ‘round here
And though I want to open up my heart
There’s too many parties
And oh it’s always so cold ‘round here
There’s too many cars ‘round here
And though I want to open up my heart
There’s too many parties
There’s too many cars ‘round here…
There’s too many cars ‘round here…
There’s too many cars ‘round here…
And too many parties…
And too many parties…
And too many parties…
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Cars and Parties
Everywhere I go reminds me Of someplace down in Texas
And every time I close my eyes
I dream of my old home
And oh it’s gettin’ so cold ‘round here
There’s too many cars ‘round here
And though I want to open up my heart
There’s too many parties
Everyone I know reminds me
Of someone down in Texas
And every strip mall on the highway
Reminds me of my home
And oh I’m tired of roamin’ round
There’s too many goin’ down
And though I want to open up my heart
There’s too many parties
Every time I close my eyes
I dream of someone in Texas
And every strip mall along the highway
Reminds me of my home
And oh it’s gettin’ so cold ‘round here
There’s too many cars ‘round here
And though I want to open up my heart
There’s too many parties
And oh it’s always so cold ‘round here
There’s too many cars ‘round here
And though I want to open up my heart
There’s too many parties
There’s too many cars ‘round here…
There’s too many cars ‘round here…
There’s too many cars ‘round here…
And too many parties…
And too many parties…
And too many parties…
Frank Turner Friday: Peggy Sang the Blues (on Jimmy Kimmel)
Hey! Everyone! Listen up! Frank was on Jimmy Kimmel the other night. I was up in my kitchen doing homework. All of a sudden I heard Frank. I couldn't figure out where it was coming from and then I realized I had left my TV on in my basement. I ran down and there he was on Kimmel! It made me really giddy. So, instead of a the song I originally picked for today, here's a clip from Jimmy Kimmel.
Peggy Sang the Blues:
Peggy Sang the Blues:
Tasty Tuesday: What Harry Eats
I'm too lazy this week to do anything but copy and paste a recipe from another site (don't worry, I included a link back to the original.) I picked this one because a) it's adorable, b) it's Harry Potter, and c) it's near Halloween.
"Golden Snitchcakes
From http://www.mugglenet.com/misc/rosmertas/goldensnitchcake.shtml
Ingredients:
- 1 box vanilla cake mix (and required ingredients required according to package)
- 2 tubs of buttercream frosting
- 1 package white melting chocolate
- yellow food coloring
Directions for Snitches:
Step 1: Line the bottom of two 12 cup muffin tins with paper liners.
Step 2: Prepare the cake mix according to package directions.
Step 3: Fill the cupcake liners to 2/3 full of batter.
Step 4: Bake according to package directions.
Directions for Wings:
Step 1: Melt the package of white chocolate according to package instructions.
Step 2: Spoon melted chocolate into a small ziplock bag. Using a pair of kitchen scissors, cut an extremely small piece of a bottom corner of the bag.
Step 3: Cover a cookie sheet with parchment paper. Gently squeeze the ziploc bag to pipe the shape of a wing. Use butter knife to smooth the chocolate. Repeat process to create 2 wings per cupcake.
Step 4: Place cookie sheet and parchment paper with wings into the freezer to harden.
Directions to Assemble Golden Snitchcakes:
Step 1: Place 2/3 of frosting in bowl and add some yellow food coloring. Mix together and adjust color as necessary until it becomes the desired shade of gold.
Step 2: When cupcakes are completely cooled, use butter knife to spread the frosting over each cupcake.
Step 3: In a separate mixing bowl, mix remaining uncolored frosting with yellow food coloring until it is a lighter gold color than the cupcake frosting.
Step 4: Spoon this frosting into another small ziploc baggie and cut the corner extremely small.
Step 5: Gently squeeze this bag to pipe swirl pattern onto each cupcake.
Step 6: Take the hardened wings out of the freezer (they should easily peel away from parchment paper). Use a dab of remaining frosting to stick two wings on the side of each cupcake. ENJOY!!!"
Mix Tape Monday: Save a Prayer
In keeping with my creepy music sharefest, you know, since Halloween is so close, here's Duran Duran's "Save a Prayer":
Save a Prayer
You saw me standing by the wall,
Corner of a main street
And the lights are flashing on your window sill
All alone ain't much fun,
So you're looking for the thrill
And you know just what it takes and where to go
Don't save a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
No, don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
Feel the breeze deep on the inside,
Look you down into the well
If you can, you'll see the world in all his fire
Take a chance
(Like all dreamers can't find another way)
You don't have to dream it all, just live a day
Don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
No, don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after,
Save it till the morning after
Pretty looking road,
try to hold the rising floods that fill my skin
Don't ask me why I'll keep my promise,
I'll melt the ice
And you wanted to dance so I asked you to dance
But fear is in your soul
Some people call it a one night stand
But we can call it paradise
Don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
No, don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save a prayer 'til the morning after
Save a Prayer
You saw me standing by the wall,
Corner of a main street
And the lights are flashing on your window sill
All alone ain't much fun,
So you're looking for the thrill
And you know just what it takes and where to go
Don't save a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
No, don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
Feel the breeze deep on the inside,
Look you down into the well
If you can, you'll see the world in all his fire
Take a chance
(Like all dreamers can't find another way)
You don't have to dream it all, just live a day
Don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
No, don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after,
Save it till the morning after
Pretty looking road,
try to hold the rising floods that fill my skin
Don't ask me why I'll keep my promise,
I'll melt the ice
And you wanted to dance so I asked you to dance
But fear is in your soul
Some people call it a one night stand
But we can call it paradise
Don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
No, don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save a prayer 'til the morning after
Penelope Room Project
So, I'm 24 and I live with my parents. But I'm okay with that. Because they have hooked me up with a sweet basement pad. I call it the Woman Cave. In the Woman Cave, I finally have abundant space to display my large collection of books. But, as the basement is newly finished - well, sort of, it was finished almost a year ago - there are still areas that require some finishing touches.
My bedroom, for instance, is quite bare since I had originally put my bookshelves in it and then later decided to move them to the den. All I have on my walls are one piece of painted metal that I picked up at Pottery Barn and calendar featuring historical covers from Rolling Stone.
(I've always wondered, did the band come first or the magazine? I should look that up.)
Anyways, recently I re-watched the movie Penelope (starring Christina Ricci and James McAvoy) and was completely blown away by the production design. The colors are gorgeous and are repeated everywhere throughout the film, making it extremely aesthetically pleasing and unifying the story. My favorite part, I have to say though, was the set design of Penelope's room/nursery. The first thing I noticed was that the color of her walls is similar to the color of my own bedroom walls. Thus, it gave me some great inspiration for decorating my room. My new project is going to be converting my room into something that emulates the same magical and ethereal quality that Penelope's room evokes.
Here are some images I grabbed from the film:
This green is really similar to the green in my room. I really love the burnt orange cushions here and I'm thinking about finding a bedspread that matches that color.
Her bedroom, which is off the nursery, is a reversal of the dominant colors. Here the bedspread is the same green as the nursery walls and the bedroom walls are kind of a rusty, burnt red. I love the large "windows."
Here is another view of the nursery. I'm going to have to copy the butterflies on the wall, except I will probably go for birds. I also really love the swing and would like to mimic the look possibly with a wall-mounted bookshelf. My room is not large enough for those beautiful metal room dividers, but I might be able to find a smaller wall ornament. The one thing that I really love but am not sure where I could fit any are the ornate terrariums you see all over the nursery.
I love this tree, but there's no way I have the time or resources to duplicate it. I'm considering creating a wall decal using ConTact paper, but I haven't quite decided if I want to keep the orange. Thoughts?
It's going to be a hefty project, but extremely satisfying, I imagine.
My bedroom, for instance, is quite bare since I had originally put my bookshelves in it and then later decided to move them to the den. All I have on my walls are one piece of painted metal that I picked up at Pottery Barn and calendar featuring historical covers from Rolling Stone.
(I've always wondered, did the band come first or the magazine? I should look that up.)
Anyways, recently I re-watched the movie Penelope (starring Christina Ricci and James McAvoy) and was completely blown away by the production design. The colors are gorgeous and are repeated everywhere throughout the film, making it extremely aesthetically pleasing and unifying the story. My favorite part, I have to say though, was the set design of Penelope's room/nursery. The first thing I noticed was that the color of her walls is similar to the color of my own bedroom walls. Thus, it gave me some great inspiration for decorating my room. My new project is going to be converting my room into something that emulates the same magical and ethereal quality that Penelope's room evokes.
Here are some images I grabbed from the film:
This green is really similar to the green in my room. I really love the burnt orange cushions here and I'm thinking about finding a bedspread that matches that color.
Her bedroom, which is off the nursery, is a reversal of the dominant colors. Here the bedspread is the same green as the nursery walls and the bedroom walls are kind of a rusty, burnt red. I love the large "windows."
Here is another view of the nursery. I'm going to have to copy the butterflies on the wall, except I will probably go for birds. I also really love the swing and would like to mimic the look possibly with a wall-mounted bookshelf. My room is not large enough for those beautiful metal room dividers, but I might be able to find a smaller wall ornament. The one thing that I really love but am not sure where I could fit any are the ornate terrariums you see all over the nursery.
It's going to be a hefty project, but extremely satisfying, I imagine.
Frank Turner Friday: One Foot Before the Other
Today's Frank Turner song is "One Foot Before the Other." It's a little more rock than his typical folksy stuff.
One Foot Before the Other
On the very day I die
The very last of my desires
Is that you take my broken body
And commit it to the fire
And then when the fire is finished
Scrape the ashes in a tin
Take them down to London’s drinking reservoirs
And throw them in
And then specks infinitesimal of my mortal remains
Will slide down 7 million throats and into 7 million veins
And I will creep through their capillaries to the marrow of their bones
And they will wake to bright new mornings and then wordlessly they’ll know
That I remain
I am remembered
I remain
I am remembered
So these 7 million innocents
They will have me in their blood
And when they die they’ll burn their bodies
Or be buried in the mud
And I will spread through streams and rivers like a virus through a host
From the hamlets to the cities from the rivers to the coast
And from there into the channel across the great Atlantic Ocean
And ever onwards to the new world
Through the waters gentle motions
Until parts of me are part of every land mass every sea
In the rain, up on your crops and in the very air you breath
I remain
I am remembered
I remain
I am remembered
I remain
And all the things I love will be washed away in the rain
I remain
I’m not convinced of the existence of these things that don’t exist
Yeah by Jewish boys with big ideas and scratches on their wrist
By a loving or a vengeful God
Or one who condescends
Who’ll wash his hands down in the mire among the misery of men
Or by ever turning circles hanging timeless in the sky
Like a dream catcher distracting from the fact you’re gonna die
But I place one foot before the other
Confident because
I know that everything we are right now is everything that was
That Watt Tyler, Woody, Guthrie, Dostoevsky and Davy Jones
Are all dissolved into the ether and have crept into my bones
And all the cells in all the lines upon the backs of both my hands
Were once carved into the details of two feet upon the sand
We remain
We are remembered
We remain
We are remembered
We remain
And all the things we love
Will be washed away in the rain
We remain
One Foot Before the Other
On the very day I die
The very last of my desires
Is that you take my broken body
And commit it to the fire
And then when the fire is finished
Scrape the ashes in a tin
Take them down to London’s drinking reservoirs
And throw them in
And then specks infinitesimal of my mortal remains
Will slide down 7 million throats and into 7 million veins
And I will creep through their capillaries to the marrow of their bones
And they will wake to bright new mornings and then wordlessly they’ll know
That I remain
I am remembered
I remain
I am remembered
So these 7 million innocents
They will have me in their blood
And when they die they’ll burn their bodies
Or be buried in the mud
And I will spread through streams and rivers like a virus through a host
From the hamlets to the cities from the rivers to the coast
And from there into the channel across the great Atlantic Ocean
And ever onwards to the new world
Through the waters gentle motions
Until parts of me are part of every land mass every sea
In the rain, up on your crops and in the very air you breath
I remain
I am remembered
I remain
I am remembered
I remain
And all the things I love will be washed away in the rain
I remain
I’m not convinced of the existence of these things that don’t exist
Yeah by Jewish boys with big ideas and scratches on their wrist
By a loving or a vengeful God
Or one who condescends
Who’ll wash his hands down in the mire among the misery of men
Or by ever turning circles hanging timeless in the sky
Like a dream catcher distracting from the fact you’re gonna die
But I place one foot before the other
Confident because
I know that everything we are right now is everything that was
That Watt Tyler, Woody, Guthrie, Dostoevsky and Davy Jones
Are all dissolved into the ether and have crept into my bones
And all the cells in all the lines upon the backs of both my hands
Were once carved into the details of two feet upon the sand
We remain
We are remembered
We remain
We are remembered
We remain
And all the things we love
Will be washed away in the rain
We remain
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