November 7, 2007 by ChiaLynn
Sometimes I think I should just give Duran Duran their own header.
I danced to “Rio” tonight, in honor of the 80s Night theme at the UkuLady‘s Pony Show. (Every Wednesday night, at the Elephant Asylum in Hollywood. It’s not 80s Night every Wednesday, though. Next week, it’s Pioneers and Cowboys. I don’t think there will be any Duran Duran, but I am wondering if I can find an Arabic cover of “Rawhide.”)
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February 14, 2007 by ChiaLynn
It’s funny how quickly I forget the energy that comes from working out first thing in the morning. “Oh, I don’t want to work out,” I whine. “I’m too sleepy. I’ll eat some breakfast first. And work a little bit. Then I’ll work out.” And then, of course, I don’t. But if I do, then I’m juiced for the rest of the day.
Today, I did work out. And since I didn’t have a DVD I particularly wanted to watch (The Bellydancers of Cairo looks amazing, but I wasn’t up for it at 8:30 in the morning), I threw in a CD. (Duran Duran’s Greatest, if you must know. Very inspiring.) And while I rowed, I stared at the cat tree in the corner. The one I’ve been saying for months I was going to get rid of. The one I haven’t gotten around to posting on Craigslist or Freecycle. The one the cat doesn’t even look at, though she does like to lie on the windowsill behind it. “I should do something about that,” I said.
So I did. And while I was at it, I did something about the two boxes of magazines that have been cluttering up various corners since before I decided to get rid of the cat tree. Out to the curb, all of them. Well, not the curb. The lawn, to be precise. Which was the plan all along, but somehow I thought I needed to do it on a Saturday, and I never remembered Saturday morning. Or if I did, I thought it seemed like too much trouble. About an hour later, the doorbell rang. “Are you selling that cat tree?” asked the middle-aged woman on my porch. “No,” I said. “I’m giving it away.” And so she went to get her son’s truck and she took it away. The first box of magazine disappeared a little while later. The last box is slowly being nibbled away. I’ve got two corners back, six cats get a new cat tree (and a scratching post and spinny toy to go with it), and some unknown number of persons get a whole lot of Cooking Light and a few Hot VWs.
I should work out every morning.
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July 25, 2006 by ChiaLynn
Last week, I had an unusually vivid dream about a Duran Duran concert. (I mean that the dream was unusually vivid — not that it was unusually vivid as dreams about Duran Duran concerts go. In fact, I think it’s the first dream I’ve ever had about a Duran Duran concert…) Anyway, as a child of the ’80s, who watched Sing Blue Silver again and again (and liked to replay the bit where John Taylor sticks his tousled head out of his hotel room door at 9 AM and says “No, go way. Too early. Go away,” because he was just too damned cute in his pineapple PJs), I’ve wanted to go to a Duran Duran concert since I was 14. Okay, 12. And I never got to. Then, of course, they broke up and I thought I’d never get a chance, and then they got back together but I’d just started a new job and had no money when they came to LA. But the dream (in which Nick Rhodes made eye contact with me, John Taylor sang to me and Simon Le Bon tried to seduce me) moved me to visit their website. And, where should they be playing next but in New Orleans, at the Voodoo Music Experience? With the Red Hot Chili Peppers, no less? And the Flaming Lips?
I spent two weeks in New Orleans in the early ’90s, and I’ve wanted to go back ever since. After Katrina, it became even more important to me. And to see Duran Duran (and several other favorite bands) in this, one of my favorite cities? “Damn,” I thought. “I wish I could go.”
And then I thought, “Well, why can’t I?”
“NovySan,” I asked. “Would you like to go to New Orleans the weekend before Halloween?”
“Yes!” he said.
I bought the festival tickets the next day. I’ll book the flight and hotel just as soon as we know how long we’re staying.
So, John — from an awkward teenager who may once have sent you a gold chain she’d worn every day for months (I honestly can’t remember if I ever put that chain into an envelope or not) — thanks for the push I needed to get me back to New Orleans. And Simon — you’re still not getting any.
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