Tag Archives: Lyle Lovett

From the “Vicarious Traveling” Travelogue

15 Jul

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Friends went to Sweden which means that parts of me also went to Sweden (my mind as well as my inner tall, blonde, multilingual, weirdfish-eating self).

My favorite part of the trip was returning home and attempting to incorporate the concept of “fika” into my life.  “Fika” is a daily Swedish coffee break except coffee is not required and it often lasts for over an hour.  It is time spent socializing, unwinding and having a not insubstantial nosh.  A sort of high tea but with lots more umlauts.  A respite, but with dried fish included- like surströmming or tatami I washi.  (Thank YOU Wikipedia!)

Imagine if employers in the US authorized an afternoon break with food and friends and World Cup bonding and such.  They would be just like the unauthorized breaks we take in the morning now, except those can sometimes feel edgy as people really seem to want coffee with the half and half that was right in the breakroom refrigerator as of 5PM yesterday.

Then imagine a job where folks stand around the water cooler while holding ceramic mugs talking about non work-related things like reality tv, sports or standardized testing and know that I would no longer be working there by now (assuming that I passed the background check).  I like people but I hate prolonged small talk.  Who am I kidding?  I hate chit-chat of any duration.  Even if it means avoiding work.

I do appreciate the spirit of fika though, as I believe that we all need to individually reassess and relax a little during the middle of the day or possibly earlier in the day or most of the day, even.  Some would call that being “underemployed” but I’m going to go with dreamer/fika.

When I told Spouse that we would begin fika-ing ourselves silly during the middle of the day while The Boy was at school, he may have misunderstood.

Next day, he showed up for our first fika bearing gifts of champagne, chocolate and a Lyle Lovett CD (don’t ask).

And when I busted out the knäckebröd and lärtsoppa och pannkakor, he didn’t say much either which is everything you could want in a fika.

With lingonberries on the side.

Lyle Lovett is Dreamy

8 Jan

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I have run into Lyle Lovett three times now.  (In my dreams.)

Last night, we were both in the medical center waiting area when one of his songs came on over the PA.  No one else realized that the very artist to whom they were listening was sitting right there in the room so I walked over to him and said “isn’t it weird when one of your own songs is played around you?”

And he replied: “does that happen to you a lot?”

(Lyle Lovett is very snarky in dreams.)

In concert, he is witty and intelligent with a musical range that is all over the map and always tight.

And while he once made the strange decision to marry Julia (unworthy) Roberts, the breadth of his life experience eventually finds its way into his work- which is the hallmark of any good artist or writer (just saying).

Of course, Mr. Lovett also appeared in “The Player” and “Shortcuts” so let’s hope that not every experience funnels into his art.

Meanwhile, for the reasons named above and because “fat babies have no pride” is a classic, Mr. Lovett is invited to be the first guest blogger on FA&S.

If you see him (in the real world) won’t you let him know?

I’m not sure he reads this.

(But he should.)

Finally, a note about personal experience impacting one’s work: eating leftover chocolate jumbos (as if- more like eating previously undiscovered chocolate jumbos) while drinking Prosecco and listening to “Joshua Judges Ruth” then going straight to bed may result in awesome dreams and instant blog posts.

Here’s Where I Answer My Own Question with a Question

9 Jan

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I just completed the online Jeopardy! contestant test.  Because, why not?  See, that right there was a question- I’m a natural.

To be honest, my goal is simply to make it on the show.  I don’t need to win.

I just need a (very) public forum in which to air some grievances.  For example:

my first answer, no matter what the question, will be: “what is we all think you’re pedantic, Alex?”  Because we do.

Following that comes a series of horribly mispronounced French words (“what is Aw Revoyer?”), a bunch of answers in which the word “and” appears in the middle of the word (like “sandwich,” “mandible,” or (this hurts) “funnyman Adam Sandler”) and then a big finish where I constantly phrase my question-answers like this: “is it Meredith Vieira?” instead of asking: “what/who is Che Guevara, Geraldo Rivera, Christina Aguilera or burnt up hair?”

Should I accidentally press the buzzer, my plan is to answer in one of two ways: “What is Camembert?” or “Who is Fat Pete from up the street?” because Camembert sounds classy and Fat Pete is a real person.

Now about those grievances.  Depending upon the scores going into double Jeopardy, my plan, if I’m losing, is to reach into the annals of marital strife to discuss some spousal issues that we never seem to have time for while in the same time zone.  Maybe Spouse would be more willing to listen if the whole country were listening too.

If the category is “Movies/Cultural Events that You Have Ruined for Me” the answers are as follows: “What was Lyle Lovett circa 2010?” (food poisoning),” “What was Joe Jackson at the Beacon?” (club too crowded, music too lame), and “how did you ever convince me to go see “A Prairie Home Companion”?” (duh).

If the category is a cute one, like “He Said, She Said,” my answers are this: he said, “What can I say?  Dinner’s fine.  It’s good.  I’m just not a big cabbage eater.”  To which she replied: “Why is nothing I do ever enough for you?  I slaved in the kitchen all day!”  Both of which begin with a question, BTW.

When I’m winning, the strategy is as follows:

Daily double: bet it all.  You can’t lose what you never had.  (Thank you, Sting.)

Audio/video daily double: answer with “what is Duran Duran?” because it sounds like a foreign country (Papua New Guinea), it might be a foreign food (Gado-Gado) and it is most definitely a poser band from the 1980’s (like Sting).

Erie Canal is also a good bet in most categories.  Don’t ask, it just works.

Finally, after the break, when Alex makes unnatural small talk with the contestants, don’t be surprised if he refers to me as a philanthropist/ski ball champion from Fargo, North Dakota who once shared a bathroom with Sir Bob Geldof because one of those things is true and Sir Bob Geldof has not stopped calling me since.

Okay, that last bit is a lie.  Is it wrong to try to make the moment last?

Survey says no.

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