Sadness and Song

The news is finally out. Naturally, sharing an office with Steve, I've known his news for some time. When I came into the office the other day to see that he'd packed up half of his toy collection, I stood in the doorway and just felt so, so sad.

Yeah, I threw an owl at him. Yeah, we swear at each other almost every day. Yeah, I'm totally going to miss him.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ooh. The Soundtrack thing! (Clever segue, eh?) I'd been meaning to put this up ever since I got it from someone on MySpace a couple weeks ago, but haven't had time. Now that Melissa has also put up a soundtrack of her life, I'm inspired to do mine! And so, here we go:

Opening Credits:
"Better People"- India.Arie

Waking Up:
"Bad Connection" Yaz

First Day At School:
"Ebudae" Enya

Falling In Love:
"Going Out of My Head" Queen Latifah

Fight Song:
"Ecstasy" George Fenton

Breaking Up:
"Don't Stop" The Brazilian Girls

Prom:
"Rockin' After Midnight" Marvin Gaye

Life is Good:
"Do You Remember" Jack Johnson

Mental Breakdown:
"That's Why I'm Here" James Taylor

Driving:
"Let's Groove" Earth, Wind and Fire

Flashback:
"New Kid in Town" The Eagles

Getting Back Together:
"Keep the Fire" Kenny Loggins

Wedding:
"More of the Night" The Whispers

Final Battle:
"A Love Song" Loggins and Messina

Death Scene:
"That's What A Fae Can Be" I kid you not...sometime I'll put the mp3 of just the song on my website...Steve Danuser, Ryan Shwayder and me

Funeral Song:
"On My Way Home" Enya

End Credits:
"Bailero" Sarah Brightman

Poetry and Prose

In order to meet menfolk beyond the gaming gene pool, I put up little dating profiles at Match and Yahoo, signed up for a couple of months of eHarmony and attended a speed dating event.

Dating has always been a mysterious process. I find myself second-guessing the profiles of the supposed matches...he still seems bitter...surely he's adding on an extra bit of height...and subtracting some girth...this profile isn't what I'd actually meet. So far, including the time that Melani and I went through this all those years ago, I've been right.

The men I've met (whether face to face or not) through these dating adventures are mostly prose. They're nice enough but I kept hoping there'd be poetry somewhere. A song, a spark...something.

I'm still optimistic. Poetry is on the horizon, perhaps it is in my life even now. That's the beauty of being a hopeless romantic! Romance is always a possibility!

Could it already be here? :)

See Tracy Travel!

Photos from Russia are up now! I still have some on my disposable camera, mainly of Red Square at night.