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A Sampling: Phelps, Guitar Hero, Madonna, Air Supply, and L’il Wayne

That title should get a few hits, huh?

Speaking of hits, this morning I was checking in with some bloggy friends, and I laughed out loud when I read Anne’s post “Don’t Phelps that Bong.”  I found her 3rd point about journalists particularly amusing, the best being the one who said Phelps was caught “taking tokers from a bonger.”  I’m still laughing.  Did someone really say that?  I don’t care how busy you are.  It’s worth a short click over for a good laugh.

Then I popped over to SusieJ‘s and read about how Guitar Hero has built a musical bridge between Susie and her teenage son.  Since just last year we suffered more than a bit of angst over our oldest son’s intense desire to fit in and download all of the songs his friends were downloading, I found this compelling.  Guitar Hero can help?  Perhaps we should relent.  I’ll take Fleetwood Mac over L’il Wayne any day of the week.
SusieJ mentioned Love Me Two Times by The Doors, so of course I watched the YouTube link.  Then I had to listen to this one, for really old times sake.  Well, you know what happened next, right?  I had stumbled onto Nostalgia Lane and I couldn’t leave.  I just kept clicking.  Madonna, The Eagles, and Tears for Fears all reared their heads.  I’m not saying for sure, but Air Supply and Journey may have made a quick appearance too.  Suddenly it was 1985 and man, I was young.
I even rediscovered Men at Work and their vegemete sandwich.  And hey, do you remember this one?
I had totally forgotten, but there it is, preserved better than I’ll ever be.  No wonder my dad hated MTV.  Between these guys and Madonna’s lingerie, I’m surprised we didn’t toss the TV and move to the woods.
It wasn’t all wasted time, though.  Ever efficient, I was able to learn something new during my foray into the past. Until today, I thought you could find just about anything, anything I tell you, on YouTube.  But apparently, Prince (of course I tried to find Purple Rain!) and his record label have a ban on posting his music on YouTube.  You can find a few soundless videos, but really, who wants to look at that?  It’s all about the listening, Prince.  No one wants to watch your 1984 writhing.  Okay, lots of people probably do, but I’m not one of them.
And then, Prince-deprivation notwithstanding, I began to come up for air. I surfaced from the depths of YouTube and my long ago musical past, and realized that I had doctor’s appointments to make, articles to write, a Valentine’s party to plan, a birthday cake to bake, and that none of my children have clean clothes.  So it’s back to 2009, where I am less young but oh, so busy.  And if I need a flashback, there are always YouTube and Guitar Hero to help me out.
Happy Thursday, all!  
If  you want to join me in wasting some time, enjoy these blasts from the past, courtesy of YouTube:

A Girl’s Gotta Have…

When I read David McCullough’s John Adams a few years ago, I felt immeasurably inadequate to the likes of Abigail Adams.  If reading big old biographies isn’t your thing, HBO has done a fine job of producing the DVD mini-series, which I highly recommend.  Whenever I think I’ve had a bad week, all I have to do is remember Abigail Adams.

Her husband’s business travel made most of ours—except for military spouses—pale by comparison.  She worked the fields, raised her children, stood for independence and lived without any of the things we take for granted: heat in our bedrooms, washing machines in our laundry rooms, ovens in our kitchen, vaccinations for our children, and Starbucks on every corner.  Ah, the ways the world has changed.

If you jump forward a few generations, my grandmother had heat and some vaccinations for her kids. But in her early years of raising four children she didn’t have a washer or dryer.  And when she passed away a few years ago she still didn’t have a dishwasher.

My grandfather was a wonderful man, but certainly a man of his generation.  Child care, cooking, and cleaning were all my grandmother’s responsibility.  Her four children were born in five and a half years.  Cloth diapers, nighttime duty, and all of the rest were solely up to her.

By the time her children grew up, of course, the world had begun to change.  As young adults, her kids enjoyed many of the same the conveniences we still take for granted.  My parents, aunts, and uncles all had dishwashers and by the time I was in high school, most of them had microwaves, too.  Several of the women in my family had jobs outside of the home and some, some I say, of the dads chipped in a bit more around the house.  Things were looking up.

But, ladies, we’ve got it made.  Our kids don’t die of smallpox, we can throw a load of clothes in the washer—and it gets clean while we do something else.  Not only can we brew a hot cup of java in our own kitchen, we can pop out to the nearest coffee shop if we need a change of a pace.  Most of us have two cars, we have TVs and computers, and we can even bring the movies to our own big screens if we want. 

When I think about the things I wouldn’t want to trade, my very rational self has two very different responses.  The first screams for the practical:  I want vaccines for my children.  Heat.  Indoor plumbing for our family of five.  A stove and oven and refrigerator.  And I don’t even want to consider life without a washing machine.

But there’s the just-for-the-pleasure-of-it side, too.  My iPhone, for one.  L-O-V-E it.  Can’t say enough good things about why I never want to give it back.  A nice cold diet pepsi, which may yet kill me, but sure does hit the spot during a stressful day.  How about the incredible, wonderful convenience of hitting a little button to unlock your car door?  See, friends, I am just old (and frugal) enough that when I had my first baby, in the frozen tundra, I still had to unlock with a key.  I lived through it and have appreciated that little button ever since.  And pay at the pump?  Beautiful.  Abigail Adams wouldn’t believe it.

What about you?  Is there a modern convenience you can’t live without?  

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