Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Green Eyes and John Mayer

So many people use their blogs to talk about their families or tell about their day. I've tried that on occasion. But most of what happens to me is boring boring boring. And there are some members of my family who have made it clear that they would prefer to remain anonymous. Or else.

Over time I like to think this journal has become a repository for thoughts that are rolling around in my head with no other place to go. So I dust them off and put them out so people can come around and look at them. Of course, some of the people looking at them give me pause, but this is a public place after all.

For instance, yesterday, two things happened -- I shared the reason I think my high school team lost the play off game -- the color of their uniforms, green, isn't a winning color. If that isn't a loose, useless, thought rolling around, nothing is. Red or black is the way to go if you'll recall.

And someone new went back a year into my archives to comment on an entry I wrote about Marshall Field's.

I have since done some research on the football uniforms and discovered that of the four teams in the semi finals of the state football championship -- the two that are undefeated have black uniforms.  I'll keep you posted.

I'm not sure I want to know why someone was looking in the archives.

Today, something's wrong with my eye. Perhaps I should say ONE of my eyes, to reassure anyone who might wonder whether I have two or not.

I can still see out of it. But it's swollen and crusty and bloodshot. All day yesterday it felt like there was something in it the size of a Buick. The thought that's rolling around my head, besides can I die/go blind/wear makeup with this, is why have my eyes gone from dark brown to hazel to almost green over the years?

Continuing with nothing in particular, John Mayer is singing live on Oprah.  I'm so glad I have a day off, after nine in a row, where I can waste time, not have to be anywhere and watch Oprah.

Serendipitously, I was going to pimp a friend's son today. My friend is one of Chicago's top ad music writers and arrangers. His son, Cody Fry, is also a very talented musician, singer and songwriter. He also happens to have ta-da! a John Mayer-esque sound. Cosmic. He's only sixteen and I'vebeen playing his latest CD in my car driving home from work. On this one he plays all the instruments, did all the writing, arranging, and singing, too. He probably got tired of doing all the harmoney, so now he has a band and performs live at school gigs.

You can read about him and listen to and/or download some of his tunes from the CD here: 
www.myspace.com/codyfry

When he's famous you can say you heard hiim here first. I notice that Warren Barfield considers himself one of Cody's friends.


The thought in my head is whether I knew what I wanted to do with my life when I was sixteen? Naaaaaah.

7 comments:

screaminremo303 said...

All people of great intelligence and insight have green eyes. That's the word on the street.

16? I knew what I wanted to do at 16. The problem was finding someone who would let me do it.

mombzbe said...

John Mayer is on Oprah, but it also says something about an elephant uterus.
There's something wrong with that.

When I was sixteen, I wanted to get out of my little town so badly I knew how many days were left until I would graduate the following year. Then I'd become a doctor, join the Peace Corps, save the world, have some kids; have it all.

Thought it wouldn't be sooo hard.

Upon reexamination, and a dose of reality(it is that hard):
Have some kids.  Yeah, that's good.  lol
Anna

suzypwr said...

Conjunctivitis? I would get that looked at before you have it in both eyes!

xoxo

ber144 said...

And guess who plays the big bad team that wears black this weekend?  My old school.  I'd like to promise that they will avenge you, but they wear. . . green!  You knew that was coming.  I think they've won more games this year than in the four years that I went there.  

alphawoman1 said...

I agree, writing about family can be boring to others while we think it's interesting. I leave my family out of it, most the time. especially my Hubs...he made me promice a long time ago. And damn it! he would provide my best material! At 16 I was not concerned with what I was going to do with my life, I wanted a boyfriend!

ber144 said...

Black 23, Green 0.  Your theory lives on.

onmiownnow2 said...

Apparently I didn't have a clue as to what I wanted to  do with my life at age 16, so I opted to run away to Elkton, Maryland and get married.  I wasn't even pregnant!  ;)  Lisa