Manic Monday
I finally got around to downloading iTunes the other day (2 years ago called, I know). My first order of business was to fulfill my longtime desire to create a Days of the Week mix. One song about every day, and a few other thematically appropriate tunes (Smashing Pumpkins' "Today," The Beatles' "8 Days a Week," etc.).
There is one unfortunate obstacle to fully realizing the mix: Thursday. I've known for a while that Thursday was going to be a problem. Almost every other day was a cinch. I didn't even need to research Monday, Tuesday, Friday, Saturday or Sunday. Wednesday took a little effort, but I was eventually able to dig up a cutesy Lisa Loeb ditty that did the trick. I was depending on iTunes to solve the Thursday problem, but my hopes were dashed after nearly an hour of furtive but ultimately futile searching. I found nothing usable, mostly because the few Thursday-titled songs weren't thematically about Thursday and they often didn't even include the word in their lyrics. It's sad, because the rest of the mix works so well (I think):
The Bangles, "Manic Monday"
The Rolling Stones, "Ruby Tuesday"
Lisa Loeb, "Waiting for Wednesday"
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The Cure, "It's Friday I'm in Love"
Elton John, "Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting"
U2, "Sunday Bloody Sunday"
My mixological ambitions thwarted, I took to listening to the six other songs repeatedly as consolation. I think Friday is my favorite. But "Manic Monday" got me thinking: I'm probably one of few people in the country right now who actually looks forward to Monday. For most, Monday means getting up early, missing the bus, getting yelled at by a cruel boss or teacher--back to the grind. For me, every Monday is a rebirth. The previous week's failings and inactions have faded over the course of the weekend, and on Monday morning five whole days worth of possibilities stretch out in front of me. This, I find my self thinking, will be the week that it will happen (whatever "it" is). I always get up early on Mondays just to get a head start.
Is it obvious that I'm getting bored with myself? How could it not be?
Back to music, I bought two albums today: Fiona Apple, "Extraordinary Machine" and Bloc Party, "Silent Alarm." Both purchased after a combination of iTunes research and consultation from a few music aficionado friends.
It's January 9. January 31 is...[calculating]...about three weeks away. Can I do it? I want to do it. I want this phase of my life to be over so badly. So badly. So. Badly.
There is one unfortunate obstacle to fully realizing the mix: Thursday. I've known for a while that Thursday was going to be a problem. Almost every other day was a cinch. I didn't even need to research Monday, Tuesday, Friday, Saturday or Sunday. Wednesday took a little effort, but I was eventually able to dig up a cutesy Lisa Loeb ditty that did the trick. I was depending on iTunes to solve the Thursday problem, but my hopes were dashed after nearly an hour of furtive but ultimately futile searching. I found nothing usable, mostly because the few Thursday-titled songs weren't thematically about Thursday and they often didn't even include the word in their lyrics. It's sad, because the rest of the mix works so well (I think):
The Bangles, "Manic Monday"
The Rolling Stones, "Ruby Tuesday"
Lisa Loeb, "Waiting for Wednesday"
-----------------------
The Cure, "It's Friday I'm in Love"
Elton John, "Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting"
U2, "Sunday Bloody Sunday"
My mixological ambitions thwarted, I took to listening to the six other songs repeatedly as consolation. I think Friday is my favorite. But "Manic Monday" got me thinking: I'm probably one of few people in the country right now who actually looks forward to Monday. For most, Monday means getting up early, missing the bus, getting yelled at by a cruel boss or teacher--back to the grind. For me, every Monday is a rebirth. The previous week's failings and inactions have faded over the course of the weekend, and on Monday morning five whole days worth of possibilities stretch out in front of me. This, I find my self thinking, will be the week that it will happen (whatever "it" is). I always get up early on Mondays just to get a head start.
Is it obvious that I'm getting bored with myself? How could it not be?
Back to music, I bought two albums today: Fiona Apple, "Extraordinary Machine" and Bloc Party, "Silent Alarm." Both purchased after a combination of iTunes research and consultation from a few music aficionado friends.
It's January 9. January 31 is...[calculating]...about three weeks away. Can I do it? I want to do it. I want this phase of my life to be over so badly. So badly. So. Badly.
posted by temporarily unemployed at 16:27
1 Comments:
...can he stick to his jan. 31 employment deadline, duh:)
see you kids lata.
~C
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