Project “Beat It” (June 26, 2009)

Since 1983, I have been on a quest to learn the infamous gang dance at the end of the “Beat It” video. I have had several stops and starts. In fact, there is a painting of me hanging in my bedroom, done by my tremendously talented friend Brandon. A photo was taken of me way back in 2002, performing some of the moves in the parking lot of the Kum N’ Go (seriously, that was the name of the mini-mart) in Omaha, Nebraska. Brandon cropped my head out of the shot (wished he could have cropped the extra 25 pounds of fat I had on me too) and captured the simple glee of my drunken display for all immortality. I love this painting.

After a mostly sleepless night last night (for some reason I can’t separate Mike and Jesika right now), I decided I needed to channel my brokenhearted energies into something positive. This morning, inspiration struck! Yes, I am almost 31 years old. Yes, there are any number of productive ways I could spend my time. But I am finally, once and for all, going to learn each and every step of the “Beat It” dance.

As kids, Jen and I were particularly fond of acting out the part where the two gangsters tie their hands together, pull knives and dance around in a threatening circle. Now, I must tell you folks: Jen is at least twice the dancer I am. She is naturally gifted. Just ask the menfolk of Boys’ Town who lauded her with catcalls and free drinks after a spot-on replication of Madonna’s Cowboy dance in the “Don’t Tell Me” video. Jen, I welcome your expertise and assistance in helping me get “Beat It” down. Let me know.

I will not rest until I have accomplished this. I may be clumsy and slow, but I will prevail. Eddie just bought us a new 24″ inch monitor for our office. I will find the video on YouTube in HD and get to work. Once I am satisfied I am not a total disaster, I will have Eddie film me, and I’ll post the final result on this blog.

I don’t think there’s anyone, no matter how cynical, who didn’t wish for a moment as a child, that they could be the Gloved One. I think Jen got it exactly right yesterday when she said Michael’s death is like a real loss of our own youth. I want to hold onto that and be able to pay tribute to MJ well into my 80s by nailing this iconic routine. I can never duplicate his mad skills, but I’d like to think Mike would enjoy the sight of this old dog inspired by him to learn a new trick.

Goodbye Legend (June 25, 2009)

Michael Joseph Jackson: 1958 – 2009

I don’t know about all of you. I know Jacko went wrong many times in the last 15 years, but for me and so many other kids growing up in the 80s, he was IT. This is how I choose to remember him. I kept telling myself I would see him perform live “someday.” Eddie and I even talked about trying to catch him in London later this year. Now we will never have that chance.

Much will be said, written and offered about the original MJ in the coming days and weeks. A lot of it will be, deservedly, critical. Nonetheless, no matter which part of the globe you sat on, you knew this dude, and loved at least a song or two. How many people can you say touched that many lives?

Along with the Challenger disaster of the 80s, 9/11, Obama’s clinch in the election of 2008 and the moment I learned my dear friend Jesika had passed, this day is forever seared in my memory. How about yours?

Governors Gone Wild (June 24, 2009)

As a general rule, I am not too fond of Republicans, although there are always exceptions, especially when a person forges their own path, rather than following their party straight down the line. Though I never heard his name before this week, I am going to have to add South Carolina’s Mark Sanford to my “cool” list.

For those who are not abreast of this minor hullaballo, Gov. Sanford went MIA for four days, from last Thursday through Monday. Apparently, neither his staff, nor his wife, knew his exact whereabouts. In reviewing this storyfrom the Associated Press, it is said that the Gov is a little offbeat in general, known to take solo excursions after particularly draining legislative sessions. So where’s the problem? Apparently, Governor Sanford’s staff, out of a misguided notion of “saving face” erroneously informed the press that the man was hiking on Appalachian trails. In reality, he made book for Argentina, allegedly to “write and drive along the coastline.”

I would say this must be a slow news week, but that’s not true. Obama is battling it out over health care, the flare ups on the streets of Iran are still at the forefront, and Jon and Kate are divorcing for God’s sake! So why is this getting so much attention? Well, in my opinion, it is simply because we expect our politicians to behave in a buttoned up, predictable way. When they go off the rails and show they are not just sound bite drones, it is intriguing. The good people of SC, or at least other State officials, are “angry” that Governor Sanford’s staff purposely mislead them as to his whereabouts. A political staff lying? Shocking!!!

Further research shows that Governor Sanford is far from afraid to irritate members of his own party, and frequently does things that are a bit unorthodox. This quote from the AP story makes this point clear:

“The governor has long been known as a loner — bucking GOP leadership during three U.S. House terms and casting the only dissenting vote on Medicaid coverage for some breast and cervical cancer treatment. He clashes often with the Republicans who control both chambers of his state Legislature, once famously carrying two piglets to the door of the House in opposition to what he said was pork-barrel spending.”

Call me cynical, but I suspect Gov. Sanford’s real “crime” is his failure to be controlled. Bravo sir!

Retraction

Damn it! Ok, so Gov. Sanford sucks. He is a whore and not cool at all. Even Boop gets it wrong sometimes. In a perverse way, it proves my point. Everytime I try to like a Republican lawmaker, they let me down.

And Iran, Iran so Far Away… (June 22, 2009)

Two posts in one day, campers! I told you I feel giddy. Ok, so I think we all need a break from hearing about me, so let’s take up something important. What do we make of the events in Iran? I have been doing some informal polling of my friends and neighbors, and many of them seem to think we are on a path to war. I am not sure I agree with that. For those of you who may not have ingested any news in the last few days, waiting with bated breath for the “announcement” promised by Jon and Kate Gosselin later tonight, allow me to give you a brief synopsis.

Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, the President of Iran, the cur of a gentleman who has repeatedly denied the existence of the Holocaust, and who never misses an opportunity to promise the total annihilation of Israel, has recently won re-election. However, there are more than a few suspicions of electoral foul play afoot. Recently, demonstrations have broken out across the globe, and most promisingly, inside the reclusive nation itself, demanding a recount, or stronger still, a regime change entirely. Personally, I find Ahmadinejad to be a repulsive and dangerous individual, but particularly in light of the Iraq debacle, I say the U.S. needs to step back and let the people of Iran make their own decisions.

That said, President Obama has received a large amount of criticism, in fairness, not only from the right, for taking a relatively measured, hands off approach. I want to know what you think. Why should the Sunday morning talk show pundits have all the fun? I’d like to take this moment to issue a special plea to Jen of All Trades. For God’s sake, talk to us woman!

Peace and Quiet (June 22, 2009)

Whoo wee! It’s hot as a mug out there, isn’t it kids? I couldn’t be happier. I am a heat person for certain. Makes you wonder why I choose to live and work in Chicago doesn’t it? If I can convince Eddie, we will surely be that old couple retiring on Miami Beach. He says that minus the bikinis and hot cars, it’s a bit too much like India for his taste. I’ll work on him. Nonetheless, the sun is shining, temperatures are soaring and Boop is on the mend.

I was back on solid foods as of yesterday. A.D. had a backyard gathering for Eddie’s folks in Wisconsin. I still had to steer clear of beer and dairy (two things I love dearly), but I was able to stand upright for more than a full hour without feeling woozy or nauseous. This is definitely progress. But the best reason for my upbeat mood today? I am alone, alone, alone. Eddie’s folks have left for a three day sojourn to Buffalo, NY, and my hubby is in South Carolina for the workweek as usual. How did I celebrate this giddy state of independence? By doing almost nothing!

I desperately need to turn in a piece to the Life Coach, catch up on housecleaning, and other chores. Instead, I slept in, did some grocery shopping and caught up on my back of issues of Entertainment Weekly and episodes of One Life to Live. Mock me if you will, but Eddie is an even bigger fan of the daytime drama than myself. 2009 calls for a heavy dose of escapism, and the citizens of Llanview with their baby swapping, booty calls and “very special” teen episodes are just what the doctor ordered. I promise that tomorrow I will finally settle down and get to work. This taste of freedom unleashed the slag in me.

I met Rob the trainer at the gym at 1:30. I hadn’t worked out in five days. I wish I could have. I simply wasn’t able to due to sickness and family crap. I have never felt so old in my life as I did huffing and puffing during relatively simple exercises. I guess it will take me some time to get my groove back. With the parents in town, I have consumed very little protein in the last 10 days (they are die hard vegetarians), so I helped myself to some Whole Foods sushi and then went home for a nap. Who knew that freedom could feel so decadent?

The Edge shipped my first book today. I am now a book reviewer in addition to a theater critic for the online publication. Pretty cool right? I will finally get to use the long dormant, literary analytical skills I honed, completing my Master’s in English at Northeastern. I have ten days to get through this vampire tome and write a review of it. Is it just me, or anyone else finding this vampire craze to be a bit played?

I also managed to pick up a copy of StreetWise today. The damned thing had been out five days already, and I still hadn’t seen my story. I was kind of surprised to discover I had landed the cover again. Sweet! The vendor who sold it to me seemed rather impressed. It’s a well known facts that writers, with their various demons and self-esteem issues, are in constant need of reassurance that they don’t suck. Thus I was very nigh to beaming from the praise of vendor number #205.

I am still not making money from this writing thing, but slowly but surely, I am getting placement and attention. That is enough for now. I have suspended the search for a “real” job, at least until Eddie’s Mom goes home on the 8th. I will update my resume and get back to it at that time. For the moment however, I do feel at peace.