Monthly Archives: April 2010

Blue October – Inner Glow

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I’ve been a casual fan of Blue October for years. I was familiar with the songs on the radio and appreciated the band’s sound and the singer’s voice. Since attending the 1-800-Suicide Press Conference  / Pick Up the Phone Tour Capitol Hill Press Conference a few weeks ago, and hearing Justin, the singer, speak about life with BiPolar disorder, I’ve become a much bigger fan. I’ve been listening to the CDs on my Ipod and on my computer. (I bought them all that afternoon from the Blue October website.)

Inner Glow is quickly becoming one of my favorite songs. It’s perfect – great melody, catchy lyrics & chorus and has alot of wonderful things to say.

I’m like a storm cloud, eager when you go out
Calm again
I ask permission for the wrong to win
Drop the bomb and get your story out and get it on
In a haze the beginning of your days
Gonna fall down
Got to get back up but at your own pace
Got to fill your cup and find the way
Out of your own maze
Yeah boy, what you said now

And hide the rule book, throw it in the waste
Look strong
Like you belong, cause you do belong
Whether right or wrong, you belong

Cause I’m on your side, if you fail at least you tried
To keep your aching celebrating wonder making heart alive
Yeah and cry, don’t keep it all inside
Don’t keep your aching celebrating wonder making heart alone
Write your own song

Whatever happened to our inner glow?
Whatever happened to the song the soul, the me I used to know?
Whatever happened to my radio?
Whatever happened to my song?
It is my song

So here’s the preview, shove it under old-new
Or call it Rock or Pop or Bach or FUCK
Goddamn, where did we go wrong?
Now there’s a category for every song

Yeah we only want to sing when we want to
Yeah we only want a dream we can flaunt to
Yeah we only want to fly by the side, making love to the rhythm, be a Jekyll and a Hyde
Yeah we only want a field we can run through
Yeah we only want a beat we can drum to
Yeah we only want to fly by the side, making love to the rhythm, be a Jekyll and a Hyde

So stride, if you fail at least you tried
To keep your aching celebrating wonder making heart alive
And pride, don’t keep it all inside
Don’t keep your aching celebrating wonder making heart alone
Write your own song

Whatever happened to our inner glow?
Whatever happened to the song, the soul, the me I used to know?
Whatever happened to my radio?
Whatever happened to the song?

Gonna wake up strong, yeah we’re all gonna wake up strong
Gonna wake up strong, yeah we’re all gonna wake up strong
Gonna wake up strong, yeah we’re all gonna wake up strong
Yeah, write your own song
Gonna wake up strong, yeah we’re all gonna wake up strong
Gonna wake up strong, we’re all gonna wake up strong
Gonna wake up strong
Yeah, we’re writing our own song

Yeah we only want to sing when we want to
Yeah we only want a dream we can flaunt to
Yeah we only want to fly by the side, making love to the rhythm, be a Jekyll and a Hyde

Whatever happened to our inner glow?
(Yeah we only want a beat we can drum to)
Whatever happened to the song, the soul, the me I used to know?
Whatever happened to my radio?
(Yeah we only want a dream we can flaunt to)
Whatever happened to the song?
(To the rhythm, be a Jekyll and a Hyde)

Whatever happened to our inner glow?
Whatever happened to the song, the soul, the me I used to know?
Whatever happened to my radio?
Whatever happened to the song?

(Gonna wake up strong, yeah we’re all gonna wake up strong
Gonna wake up strong, yeah we’re all gonna wake up strong
Gonna wake up strong, yeah we’re all gonna wake up strong
Yeah, write your own song
Gonna wake up strong, yeah we’re all gonna wake up strong
Yeah we only want a dream we can flaunt to
Yeah we only want to fly by the side, making love to the rhythm, be a Jekyll and a Hyde)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z8gENxjqyJQ

Outback Menu = TMI

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So, to celebrate some good news regarding a cruise my family is taking in July, my DH Steve and I went to dinner at Outback. We’re fans of the restaurant and go a couple of times a month.

We sat down in our booth and Steve commented, “Wow, they changed the menus.” I opened mine to take a look (I sat down knowing that I was going to get the Alice Springs Chicken with a Jacket Potato, no sour cream). OMFG, they added the calories of each dish onto the menu. No f’ing way do I  want to know how many calories are in the Bloomin’ Onion and how many people it’s supposed to serve, I just want to eat my fried vegetable in oblivious bliss.

To make matters worse, they even included caloric info on their drinks. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, don’t tell me that a Margarita has that many calories. And definitely don’t tell me that the top shelf has that many more. I just want to order my meal, and my occasional drink and enjoy myself. Don’t ruin it for me.

I guess the next time I go, and I’m not sure what I want, I’ll have to cover my eyes like I’m at a scary movie, just so I can see the menu items sans bad news.

6th Annual 1-800-SUICIDE Capitol Hill Press Conference

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Yesterday morning I was checking my various and sundry quick hit websites. Took a look at Twitter and saw a Tweet from PostSecret  – I’ll see you on Capitol Hill today at 10AM in the Cannon Room. http://www.hopeline.com.

Curiosity peaked, I found the event on Facebook – the 6th Annual 1-800-SUICIDE Capitol Hill Press Conference.  Speakers to include PostSecret founder Frank Warren, To Write Love On Her Arms founder Jamie Tworkowski, 1-800-SUICIDE founder Reese Butler, Blue October lead singer and songwriter Justin Furstenfeld, Skip Simpson renowned attorney with a specialty in handling inpatient suicide cases and Carolyn Robinowitz, M.D. who is one of the most influential psychiatrists in the world, and past president of the American Psychiatric Association.

Took the medium fry to school at 8:45 and jumped on the Metro. Got to Cannon House right at 10:00 and found a seat on the aisle. Reese Butler had just begun speaking. Good looking tattooed guy was in and out and then sat in the row in front of me, a few seats to my right. Took a look and realized, “Oh, that’s Justin, from Blue October.” As the wife of a journalist, I totally believe in privacy and didn’t acknowledge or bother him, just enjoyed the fact that I was sitting near a guy with a beautiful look and gorgeous voice.

Learned alot during all the speeches. Did you know, when a person who is suspected of having suicidal thoughts is placed in a hospital, they’re usually only put on a 15 minute observation status? That means a person checks them 4 times an hour. Did you know the leading method of suicide in hospitals? Hanging. You know how long it takes to die by hanging? Less then 8-9 minutes from the time you take to secure a sheet over the door to the time you are truly dead (as opposed to left with permanent brain damage from lack of oxygen).

The purpose of the press conference was to call on Congress to enact rules requiring hospital clinicians to be skilled at detecting patients likely to kill themselves and to abolish dangerous hospital observation levels for suicidal patients. It is estimated that up to 1600 people kill themselves each year in US hospitals. Studies show up to 95% of clinicians fail basic suicide risk assessment tests. If the mental health industry will not make hospitals safe for its patients on their own, the government will.

The last speaker was Justin. OK. What? Bi Polar and sometimes hearing and seeing things that aren’t there?  Wow. His speech nearly had me in tears. He was hospitalized last year after what can only be called a breakdown at an airport. He said he didn’t even remember standing in the airport, waving his arms over his head, asking for help before he hurt himself. The hospital staff were so busy finding out who he was and getting autographs and sneaking family members in for autographs that treating him wasn’t even a priority.  To know that the people who were supposed to help him were more interested in his celebrity than in his care is a sad and scary thing.

I’ve been a fan of their music for years. Heard alot of stuff on the radio but as a late 30 something didn’t get around to buying albums. Had no idea about his personal history but learning what I did gave me a true appreciation for the words in his songs. Actually, as a mom, I even wanted to offer a hug to him after he spoke. I refrained.

The band did an acoustic set when it was over, including Hate Me (freaking made me cry, and I’m crying now as I listen to it on ITunes), Into the Ocean and Black Orchid. An amazing couple of hours. I learned a great deal, some enlightening and some kind of frightening. Hopefully, this is the start of change.

Oh, and I’m now a 40 year old mother of 3 with Blue October on her IPod. I ended up buying 5 albums from their website when I got home.

Pick up the Phone Tour

http://www.facebook.com/hopeline?v=wall#!/hopeline

Not an approved diet plan

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We just got back from a weeklong cruise. My husband and I had dinner in the dining room every night except one, when we went to the Steakhouse for a special meal. The other 6 nights were spent one table away from one of the most obnoxious women I’ve ever had the “pleasure” of being repulsed by.

She was cruising with her two sons and her parents. Older son, about 12, was a little on the chubby side. The younger one was a dead ringer for the boy in the movie Little Man Tate, with Jodie Foster. He was probably about 8. Super cute and super trim.

This woman, to put it politely, was, well, round. I do not have a problem with overweight people, each to their own. I do, however, have an issue with whiny, demanding people who must speak louder than anyone in their vicinity.

Every night it was the same thing. Going over the menu with the boys, she would announce what they were going to get because “I want to taste that.” I swear, she had 5 plates in front of her one night. God forbid one of the boys was actually enjoying his meal, she’d insist that it was now time for them to share it with her.

There’s a show in the UK called You are What You Eat. The hostess of this show always has this “Ta Da” moment where she has the client stand in front of a table that is full of what that person has eaten for the past week. If she did that for this woman, it would have to be set up on a buffet station. At least 10 orders of shrimp, countless steaks, salads covered in Blue Cheese Dressing, potatoes smothered in butter and sour cream, the list goes on.

I’m happy to say I never saw her eating during breakfast or lunch. I’m sure I would have lost my appetite. I hope the boys finally got a decent meal when they got back home.