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Back in 2000, whilst working for the dems in that ill-fated election year, I went through a tremendously intense Joni Mitchell phase.  I couldn't get enough of her best-of album, especially the song "Carey" (the wind is in from Africa/last night I couldn't sleep/oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here, Carey/but it's really not my hoooome...).  Another album I particularly enjoyed during this period was Court and Spark, which included melancholy faves like the title track, Car on a hill, Free Man in Paris, and Down to you.  The sadness of the songs was such that, at some point, I really had to force myself to limit time spent with Joni, because sometimes, for no good reason, other than the sheer emotive influence of the music, tears and a mild and short-lived depression would accompany the listening.  So, even though the love is still strong, there's less Joni in my life these days.

A few months ago I heard this, though, and it's a little piece of magic.  I'm not a great fan of anyone remaking her music (ie Counting Crows do-over of Big Yellow Taxi...), but it's easy to make an exception in this case.

32 a case of you

Prince

What other names did your parents consider for you?

I'm not sure if they were serious, or just trying to confuse me into liking my name, or maybe just f*cking with me... my parents also considered naming me... Tiffany.

I got tagged by Rachel yesterday, and I couldn't be happier.

1. I've been uncomfortable in the water most of my life.  I couldn't properly swim before my PE swim class this semester, and hated having my face in the water for fear of, I don't really know, maybe inhaling too much water and drowning, or something.  I don't know how or why diving ever sounded like a good idea... but it seems to have cured me!

2.  I was named for my grandfather Angelo, though my mom toyed with the idea of calling me Tiffany.

3.  I was jaundiced when I was born, and spent the first few days of life in an incubator (which totallly ruined me, I think, for living in any kind of cold climate). 

4.  I've broken 7 bones in my lifetime.  4 were broken between the ages of 8 and 12: an elbow bone, falling from Brenda Foot's monkey bars (I got to ride in an ambulance that time!); a foot bone in gymnastics; a foot bone in basketball; my wrist falling from my brand-new charcoal gray schwinn 10-speed.  At age 18, over Christmas break from CSB, I broke 2 bones at the same time walking up the driveway and slipping in the snow on NYE (this was by far the worst one.  My family was all out of town, NYE was on Sat., observed on Mon., so regular Doc's office was closed til Tuesday.  The emergency room told me it was probably just a sprain, and not to bother coming in.  My friends left me upstairs in my room with only a frozen pack of peas to ice my ankle.  By the morning my ankle was seven shades of purple and 20 shades of black.  Very bad experience.  Quite painful, to boot.).  The last one (Oh, please let it be the last!) was 6 months later, to the day, one of the same bones but opposite ankle, while rollerblading.

5.  Among other dishes of questionable culinary value, I've eaten pickled chicken feet, deep-fried insects, congealed pig's blood, and sea-worm soup.

I'm tagging Jon (fodder for more blogging, per your recent entry).

for now, my blog lives at anganderson.blogspot.com.  That's where it started, and it only just started, so I don't want to move it until people get addicted and will follow, wherever I roam.

I do like the audio option here though.

03 A History Of Lovers

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