a haiku for the week.

I’m in a haikuish mood, i guess. Check out my twitter for a few more.

I wake in Portland

Next week in hot Israel

New York in between.

The Life List, 1-20.

Starting to make this list made me think of a conversation I had with my brother not too long ago while laying perpendicularly on a hammock in his back yard in Southern California. I had my usual diarrhea of the mouth concerning the fact that I’m not entirely sure what in the hell I’m doing with my life. He responded with:

“Write it down. Make it happen.”

Thanks, Vic. Here’s the beginning:

1. Finally learn to speak Greek to complete fluency. Go to a less touristy island and not speak any English as a test.

2. Ride a camel in the desert.

3. Own a house with a wrap around porch and a swing.

4. Live in a fantastic loft apartment with vaulted ceilings, exposed brick walls, and giant open air kitchen that resembles this.

5. Scuba dive and take lots of pictures.

6. Run a half marathon

7. Master a rock climbing wall and then a real rock wall.

8. Own an fat orange lap cat named George.

9. Go on an African Safari.

10. Visit every US state.

11. Buy a power suit out of need and look damn good in it.

12. Buy and eat only organic and/or local foods.

13. own a Vespa, preferably in red.

14. learn to drive stick well.

15. change a tire by myself or at least know how to with confidence.

16. grow tomatoes successfully and eat one with mozzarella and basil, drizzled with olive oil

17. Go sailing.

18. Become in total control of my own life.

19. Elope somewhere warm.

20. Meditate on a quiet beach in Thailand.

I have commitment issues…,

clearly, about writing this blog. I’ll go two weeks without a single entry, and then write five in one day. This is not dissimilar to my intake of Ben and Jerry’s Chubby Hubby Ice Cream, but that’s neither here nor there.

I keep getting the feeling that “dumb shit that happens in my life” isn’t the greatest overall subject for a blog. I could become one of those opera singer bloggers, who, Flying Spaghetti Monster bless them, post about their vocal technique, where they are singing, how awesome they are doing, and the brave ones, talk about their failures. This sounds all fine and dandy, but if I, an opera singer, find them to be dreadfully boring, all of you sitting in your cubes, staring at your RSS feed are going to think I’m transcribing the phone book in Chinese.

I try to explain what I do for 90 minutes twice a week in my voice lessons to my poor Muggle of a boyfriend and he gets the same perplexed look on his face that a five year old boy gets when he notices for the first time that his baby sister has a different tool belt.  The conversation goes something like this…

“So, you laid on the floor with one belt under your boobs and another one around your waist, and she put three heavy books on your belly.”

“Yes. And then I have to breath in and expand, so that the belts are totally tight. Then I sing, keeping everything expanded and use only my proper, low support.”

He pictures this for a while, looking very confused and slightly like he smells poop.

“Weird. Hmm. Wanna get Pho for dinner?”

And then I wouldn’t be able to curse freely. No one fucking wants that, right bitches?

So, I started to really look through my friend’s blogs to see if they have a sort of angle to their pages.  Most wrote about work, some family, others just random, eloquent, hysterical ramblings, and one, about being a Red Sox fanatic while living in New York.

I was looking at The Airstream Diva’s page and clicked a link in her blog roll that brought me to Little Ms. Bossy. First off, as of right now, I haven’t the slightest clue who this person is. We apparently have lots of mutual friends, but right now, she is a nameless blog with a FABULOUS spin that made my light bulb click on.

She has an ultimate To-Do list, which is much like the Bucket List featured in that movie that’s on my Netflix list.  Ms. Bossy also gave credit here and here, and since I’m hopping on this bandwagon, too, I give thanks and credit as well.

Now you’re wondering what’s on my top 100 list. Patience, darlings, patience. I will feed them to you in small bites.

Your first taste will most likely be later tonight.