There's a dead chicken in my kitchen sink
Saturday night. My night off. Borders. Chai. Finally.
It has not been such a bad day, just a draining one, so I made my escape as quickly as possible tonight (though not nearly soon enough for me).
I am an impulsive shopper, at least when it comes to books and music. If I was wise, I would shop around, compare prices online, and buy used whenever possible. But my not-so-wise philosophy is (at least when it comes to books and music), if it's there at the same time that I actually want it(even if I just decided I want it when I saw it), then it's meant to be, lower prices be damned. If I'm looking for something, and it's not there, I'm not going to go home and look for it online, because it's obviously NOT meant to be.
I was impulsive tonight. In addition to my standard large chai and cinnamon scone, I bought two books and a CD.
The first book, Shadow Divers, by Robert Kurson, is apparently in the historical mystery category. Two of my favorite genres, no less! It's nonfiction, the chronicle of two divers who discover an old World War II era German U-boat submerged in the ocean sixty miles off the coast of New Jersey. They mystery is: no one who should know can say why or how it got there.
The second one, Zen and the Art of Knitting, by Bernadette Murphy, I bought to go along with my therapy. My therapist is the one who has encouraged me to find something creative, like beading or knitting, and though I've chosen beading for now, I've always been drawn to the very aspect of knitting that the title refers to: the fact that you can find meaning in seemingly mindless, repetitive acts (such as knitting and purling). Beading for now; next year...definitely knitting!
And the CD, I blame entirely on Kristine. Ever since she posted a hilarious video of her kids lip-synching to Bohemian Rhapsody, I've been compelled to learn the words so I can also lip-synch and be cool like her kids are. (Although I don't think I can ever do it as dramatically wonderful as Shea does. If you have not seen this, go there immediately. You must. Do not read further until you have seen her kids lip-synching and head-banging to Queen in the backseat of her car). ANYWAY...where was I? Oh yeah, being cool like them. I realized that to learn the words of this fairly long song, it would help if I had an actual recording of it. I didn't.
So last week as I was sipping my chai in the Borders coffee shop, I heard a Queen song come on (We are the Champions, I think). And another. And then, Bohemian Rhapsody. I knew the CDs they play at Borders are kept on display at the information desk, so believing this was one of those "it's meant to be" moments, I finished my chai, wandered over to the information desk, and asked what CD was playing. It was not Queen, actually, but other artists doing covers of classic Queen songs. I picked up the case to check it out, and WHAT DO I SEE? WHO sings the first rendition (there are two) of Bohemian Rhapsody on this CD? None other than Constantine (or "Constantine M.", as he's called on this CD, for whatever reason). That sealed it. I had to have it. Alas, the copy they were playing was for demo only, and had arrived ahead of the rest of the shipment.
Perhaps it was not meant to be after all?
I still remembered it tonight when I went, but Killer Queen was no longer at the information desk. A quick search on their computer said it was in the store, but I could not find it where the computer said it would be (shocker! Not really, actually, since I have worked in libraries and am used to such things).
I had almost decided it was STILL not meant to be, but decided I wanted it bad enough to actually ask at the information desk (I usually do not go this far...it sort of goes against the "it's meant to be" philosophy). And lo and behold, the guy finds it for me, in a special display, in less than five minutes. And now it's playing in my CD-ROM drive as I type.
(By the way, Constantine's version of BR is WAY better than the second one, done by The Flaming Lips.)
Oh, and the dead chicken? I am so not kidding about that. I don't mean a headless, footless, sterile, refrigerated "whole" chicken you get at the supermarket. Such are the hazards of being married to a Chinese man. Hence, the last straw that drove me away to Borders tonight.
It has not been such a bad day, just a draining one, so I made my escape as quickly as possible tonight (though not nearly soon enough for me).
I am an impulsive shopper, at least when it comes to books and music. If I was wise, I would shop around, compare prices online, and buy used whenever possible. But my not-so-wise philosophy is (at least when it comes to books and music), if it's there at the same time that I actually want it(even if I just decided I want it when I saw it), then it's meant to be, lower prices be damned. If I'm looking for something, and it's not there, I'm not going to go home and look for it online, because it's obviously NOT meant to be.
I was impulsive tonight. In addition to my standard large chai and cinnamon scone, I bought two books and a CD.
The first book, Shadow Divers, by Robert Kurson, is apparently in the historical mystery category. Two of my favorite genres, no less! It's nonfiction, the chronicle of two divers who discover an old World War II era German U-boat submerged in the ocean sixty miles off the coast of New Jersey. They mystery is: no one who should know can say why or how it got there.
The second one, Zen and the Art of Knitting, by Bernadette Murphy, I bought to go along with my therapy. My therapist is the one who has encouraged me to find something creative, like beading or knitting, and though I've chosen beading for now, I've always been drawn to the very aspect of knitting that the title refers to: the fact that you can find meaning in seemingly mindless, repetitive acts (such as knitting and purling). Beading for now; next year...definitely knitting!
And the CD, I blame entirely on Kristine. Ever since she posted a hilarious video of her kids lip-synching to Bohemian Rhapsody, I've been compelled to learn the words so I can also lip-synch and be cool like her kids are. (Although I don't think I can ever do it as dramatically wonderful as Shea does. If you have not seen this, go there immediately. You must. Do not read further until you have seen her kids lip-synching and head-banging to Queen in the backseat of her car). ANYWAY...where was I? Oh yeah, being cool like them. I realized that to learn the words of this fairly long song, it would help if I had an actual recording of it. I didn't.
So last week as I was sipping my chai in the Borders coffee shop, I heard a Queen song come on (We are the Champions, I think). And another. And then, Bohemian Rhapsody. I knew the CDs they play at Borders are kept on display at the information desk, so believing this was one of those "it's meant to be" moments, I finished my chai, wandered over to the information desk, and asked what CD was playing. It was not Queen, actually, but other artists doing covers of classic Queen songs. I picked up the case to check it out, and WHAT DO I SEE? WHO sings the first rendition (there are two) of Bohemian Rhapsody on this CD? None other than Constantine (or "Constantine M.", as he's called on this CD, for whatever reason). That sealed it. I had to have it. Alas, the copy they were playing was for demo only, and had arrived ahead of the rest of the shipment.
Perhaps it was not meant to be after all?
I still remembered it tonight when I went, but Killer Queen was no longer at the information desk. A quick search on their computer said it was in the store, but I could not find it where the computer said it would be (shocker! Not really, actually, since I have worked in libraries and am used to such things).
I had almost decided it was STILL not meant to be, but decided I wanted it bad enough to actually ask at the information desk (I usually do not go this far...it sort of goes against the "it's meant to be" philosophy). And lo and behold, the guy finds it for me, in a special display, in less than five minutes. And now it's playing in my CD-ROM drive as I type.
(By the way, Constantine's version of BR is WAY better than the second one, done by The Flaming Lips.)
Oh, and the dead chicken? I am so not kidding about that. I don't mean a headless, footless, sterile, refrigerated "whole" chicken you get at the supermarket. Such are the hazards of being married to a Chinese man. Hence, the last straw that drove me away to Borders tonight.
posted by Andrea | 12:23 PM
4 Comments:
I am so glad I am not the only one that rationalizes book purchases as "meant to be" purchases! You and I could have a great time in Borders and we would each leave with a treasure every time. EEEEW about the chicken.
Dead Chicken? Ewwww.
I love Barnes and Noble...similar to your Borders. Lots of fun.
HAHAHHAAHAHA.
Shea does have a flare for the dramatics.
So, did you learn the words yet?
My hobby is crochet. In fact, I even took a project with me and worked on it during a therapy session. She was greatly amused, said it was the most relaxed she had seen me in awhile.
Dead Chicken in the sink happened pretty often at my house when I was growing up. I hated the job of plucking the feathers. Though I never minded helping with the fish dad brought in from a day at the lake.
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