Roadie Number 50-something

I'm in the process now of devising my "Roadie" playlist for the drive up to Gainesville.  So far I have Sweet City Woman by The Stampeders and You Are The Woman by Firefall.  One of the things I miss most about my time in Florida are the three-and-a-half-hour-long drives from my home (Gainesville) to my home (Palm City).  I have about 50 "Roadie" cds from 2004 to present all scattered in the back seat of my car.  There isn't any particular theme that I assign to these playlists.  Each song is just a feeling, a memory--happy--for the most part.  I rarely drive in Ithaca so I don't have much opportunity to listen to my Roadie playlists.  A long time ago, I named my iPod "Jeanne's River of Dreams." Listening to music is like breathing to me and so while I do listen to a lot of music in my apartment, in my living room, in the kitchen when I'm making a sandwich, while I'm brushing my teeth, when I'm showering, while I'm falling asleep at night, nothing really compares to that solitary drive where the melody of a song meanders with the road and it's just you humming a tune that you love so much--escape.  Ah, moments, moments.  I've only been home for a few days, but already my heart feels so full of--I don't know, many things, but they're good.

I ate way too much, but it was soo, soo delicious.  Hats off to you, Jennifer and Dad!  Hope you all had a lovely holiday.

Happy Ho-ho-holidays!

I love Christmas.  I spent the better part of my weekend decorating and holiday shopping.  Check out my apartment:

This tree cracks me up.  I got it for 3 bucks at this crafts store, but I find it adorable.

I miss you all so much, but only two more weeks until I finally get to come home!

What ever happened?

I'm not terribly fond of Sofia Coppola's Marie Antoinette, but the cinematography is beautiful and the film has a rockin' soundtrack.  I've always loved that scene where Kirsten Dunst runs through some hallway and music from The Strokes rushes in.



I'm just taking lines from that song, but the notion of forgetting--completely erasing one's past--seems so sad to me, but I suppose sometimes, it's just easier that way.  Anyways, I'd like to run down the blindingly white halls of Weill and have Julian Casablancas sing "I want to be forgotten, and I don't want to be reminded."  Liberation, maybe?

The Christmas countdown has commenced long ago.  Wheeee, exciting!  I still have so much holiday shopping to do (yargh), but hopefully the weekend will allow me to complete my gift search for the majority of people on my list. 

It's beginning to look a lot like...

When I went out to the break area to wash out my coffee mug the other day, I discovered:

I'm assuming Scott's assistant is responsible for all this.  Cute, no?  No doubt, Christmas is in the air.  Man, these have been very trying weeks/months, but the end of the term is approaching and I'll have more to add later, but hope you're enjoying December.  I'm definitely looking forward to seeing you all so very soon.  Now cue Mariah Carey.