Sunday, June 15, 2008

in the mirror of my steamy bathroom where the lino tells a sorry story in a monologue

I am up far too early for a Sunday morning, as the Resident Offspring had to start work at 7:30 and guess who gets to chauffeur? We really must figure out those bus schedules.

I have decided to use the chrono-functional hybrid format to revamp my cv. It's for career-changers like me. As it's been nearly a decade since I really scrutinized my cv, I am anticipating great results with this new approach. In with the new!

I swear those Calgary Herald writers have been eavesdropping on the voices in my head. Yesterday there appeared in the paper an article on the plethora of festivals that descend upon this city every summer, that pretty much summed up my thoughts precisely. If it weren't for the comics and the sudoku, I wouldn't even need to subscribe to the paper anymore.

I am giving the Virgin Festival, which is on next weekend, a pass, as I will be hosting a Womanly Weekend with the Marthas. Besides, although I really like a lot of the bands, I have seen most of them many times. I have to save up my (rapidly flagging) energy for Sled Island Festival, which starts the following Wedesday. This will be the first time ever that I have hosted a Womanly Weekend in my very own home, and the timing could not be more serendipitous, falling as it does on Virgin Festival weekend and all.

The Spousal Unit will be away in Manitoba, sussing out our little bit of land there, making plans for the Jonestown we aim to build, so he will be spared the giggling and cackling that will be filling the house once the Marthas descend. The Resident Offspring has been issued a temporary guest pass for some of the festivities. This is no small honour, let me tell you.

I have been rekindling my relationship with the Decemberists as of late. Were it not for the Decemberists, one would almost never hear the words "ballastrade", "indolent", "purloined", "fontenelle", "pachyderm", "rhapsodical", "palanquin" or, quite possibly my favourite phrase, "tryst in the greenery", in rock music. And that would be a pity.

Tonight the resident father/spousal unit will be dining on a terrifyingly large steak in honour of Fathers' Day. Not quite the suicide by rib steak as in previous years , but still intimidating enough.

Happy Fathers' Day to all you daddies. There is nothing sexier than a man who plays road hockey with his daughter, calls his son darling, reads stories to his toddler, or carries his baby around strapped to his chest (a la Jarvis Cocker, pictured here still carrying Albert around, albeit sans chest bag).

You all have my heart and my admiration.


Allison said...

Oi, I'm revamping my resume as well and sending it through the ether. Although I'm finding cover letters much harder to pen.

There is defintely a lot of good music headed your way! And a weekend with the Marthas to get things rolling, sounds divine. You should try karaoke this time. ;)

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I am certainly pushing the karaoke ticket this weekend, Al. There are ABBA songs out there just screaming to be sung.

Apparently one should cite the applicable keywords within a cover letter, essentially mimicking the job description, and you are a shoe-in.

John Mutford said...

I go through phases with the Decemberists. I always love their music but, as I also do with the Stones, keep switching which song is my favourite. Currently it's "Here I Dreamed I Was An Architect." (Have you heard Patti Smith's cover?)

Though I do believe Primus made "Pachyderm" an acceptable rock term long before the Decemberists.

Westcoast Walker said...

aaah... The Decemberists, I need to get reacqauinted with some good literate indie rock.

bloody awful poetry said...

I just downloaded The Decemberists' version of Wuthering Heights, one of my all time faves. Can't say I liked it much. Can't say I like The Decemberists much either. Maybe I'm not trying hard enough?

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I didn't even know Patti Smith had covered Here I Dreamed I Was an Architect, John - how charming.
My Decemberists favourites are consantly evolving as well. Currently I can't get enough of California One Youth and Beauty Brigade. And in my humble opinion, the more one hears the word "pachyderm" in rock, the better off we all are.

Yes, you really must, Westcoast Walker, it's good for the soul to get back in touch. The Decemberists are in my top three list of bands to see before I die.

I dunno, BAP, their type of music doesn't appeal to everybody. I do appreciate your trying, but if it isn't clicking, you may have to accept that you are a Decemberists hater. Tragic as that is.

BeckEye said...

I just love that you used the word "lino." Now I will have "Goodbye Girl" in my head all day. That's definitely not a bad thing.

Beth said...

Don't you love the literate lyrics Colin and the kids whip together?

Still watching the mailbox for my Martha Weekend Invitation.

Gifted Typist said...

Don't know which I'm looking forward to most: the Marthas review or the Radiohead review. how many sleeps till each?

Dale said...

Will there be Kool Aid at your Jonestown? Count me in!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

And I stole the words from Belle and Sebastian lyrics, Beckeye, which makes it even sweeter in my opinion.

You know it's a standing invitation, Beth. Your glass of wine awaits.
Colin and Co make me feel like I am reading a book or watching a film sometimes when I listen to them.

The Marthas are this coming weekend, Gifted and should be crazy fun. Details forthcomingm fear not. Radiohead, however, is not till August and I can't count that high.

Grape AND cherry, Dale! What a way to go. I'll save you a glass of the special stuff.

Strawberry Blondie said...

Ah yes, CV revamping. Otherwise known as one of the deeper circles of hell. Good luck with it -- I'm sure it'll turn out great!

I also enjoyed your little tip of the hat to father's everywhere. Well said! :-)

justacoolcat said...

I still don't like the Decemberists. I get the feeling they spend too much time in a thesaurus and from seeing interviews I know they don't use fiddy cent words in conversation.

The Martha's, however, can rock my lexicon anytime.

JustRun said...

Oh another one of your Martha weekends! Look out!

BeckEye said...

You know, it hurts my heart that you and Beth haven't participated in my lyrics quiz. I would've expected more from you two.

I guess she's mad that I didn't include any REM songs, and you're boycotting it because of the lack of Radiohead.

668 aka neighbour of the beast said...

i need to come out to that sled island festival one day.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

The cv revamping was initially a little painful, Strawberrry Blondie, but oh once the bs started to flow, there was no holding it back. I'd hire me!

The Marthas are indeed peerless, JustA, so since you have recognised that, you are forgiven for your lack of Decemberists love. Don't you even think they are adorable? And Colin is a Minnesota boy!

The city is locking up its impressionable young men this weekend, Justrun because they've learned that is the prudent thing to do when Marthas are around.

Oh Beckeye! You know I would never snub you, especially for something that speaks to me like a lyrics contest does. I have just been so bitch-ass crazy busy that my blog visiting has been taking a pounding.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

You really must, 668. It's an embarrassment of musical riches, really.


That looks like an excellent site for resumes. I shall be perusing it as I look for ways to help the offspring update their own resumes.

Hope you have great weather for your Martha weekend! Easy on the Kool-aid tho' you'll want to save that for Zombietown in Manitoba. ;)

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I actually think I can safely say that there will be no Kool-aid consumed this weekend, Urban Blonde. I make no such promises about copious quantities of wine though.