1000th POST! And a present for you all.
In celebration, here’s a very special compilation that I’ve created, featuring John Oliver’s endearingly overconfident karaoke singing in The Bugle:John Oliver Sings! by profernity
- Money Talks (Rick James) - Bugle #14
- Baby Got Back (Sir Mix-a-Lot) - Bugle #30
- Can’t Touch This (MC Hammer) - Bugle #33
- Here I Go Again (Whitesnake) - Bugle #34
- When You Wish Upon A Star (Disney) - Bugle #40
- You’re the Voice (John Farnham) - Bugle #55
- Auld Lang Syne - Bugle #58
- Y’all Ready For This? (2 Unlimited) - Bugle #69
- I Got the Power (C & C Music Factory) - Bugle #76
- Regulate (Warren G and Nate Dogg) - Bugle #80A
- I Need A Hero (Bonnie Tyler) - Bugle #85
- Candle in the Wind (Elton John) - Bugle #85
- Build Me Up Buttercup (The Foundations) - Bugle #93
- Bed of Roses (Bon Jovi) - Bugle #94
- Enter Sandman (Metallica) - Bugle #100
- Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate the Positive (Harold Arlen/Johnny Mercer) - Bugle #109
- Anarchy in the UK (Sex Pistols) - Bugle #114
- Sandy (Grease) - Bugle #122
- God Said to Noah - Bugle #125
- Let’s Talk About Sex (Salt N’ Pepa), I Wanna Sex You Up (Color Me Badd) - Bugle #126
- Informer (Snow) - Bugle #129
- Fire (Jimi Hendrix) - Bugle #130
- You’re the Best (Joe Esposito), Total Eclipse of the Heart (Bonnie Tyler) - Bugle #132A
- I’ll Make Love to You (Boyz II Men) - Bugle #137
- Fight the Power (Public Enemy) - Bugle #142
- I’m Like A Bird (Nelly Furtado) - Bugle #146
- Another One Bites the Dust (Queen), You Give Love A Bad Name (Bon Jovi) - Bugle #152
- Bump N’ Grind (R Kelly) - Bugle #154
- Pour Some Sugar On Me (Def Leppard) - Bugle #155
- Come to My Window (Melissa Etheridge) - Bugle #160
- Silent Night, in the form of cock-chafing - Bugle #163
- All Night Long (Lionel Richie) - Bugle #165
- Let’s Get It On (Marvin Gaye) - Bugle #170
- Pure Imagination (Willy Wonka) - Bugle #177
- We’ll Meet Again (Vera Lynn) - Bugle #178
- Just a Friend (Biz Markie) - Bugle #179
- I’m on a Boat (Lonely Island) - Bugle #179
- Get the Party Started (Pink) - Bugle #187
- American Girl (Tom Petty) - Bugle #189
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My Arabic speech on the "Arab Spring"
went absolutely superb! This was a huge personal accomplishment for me. I spoke for a solid ten minutes in Arabic about the different movements throughout North Africa and the Middle East, with almost half that time spent deconstructing the term itself—explaining its origins, its limitations. I was really pleased to see the native Arabic speakers in the crowd consistently nodding their heads in approval.
The entire thing was improvisational, from the top of my head, without notes, an outline or anything to serve as a crutch should I get stuck. Beforehand, I found myself wishing I had at least written something out, but I really wanted this opportunity to be a personal challenge to see how fluidly I could speak about a complex political topic completely in Arabic, entirely off the top of my head. It’s the sort of thing I hope to continue professionally in the future, so it was sort of a test run.
As nervous as I was, as soon as I was on stage and had the attention of the audience, my adrenaline kicked in I shot through my speech effortlessly. I didn’t studder. I didn’t stumble. I didn’t make, to the best of my knowledge, any grammatical errors. I didn’t pause except for emphasis. I was not expecting it to go as smoothly as it did.
One of the Arabic professors approached me after the speech and told me how impressed she was, and how there is “no way” she could have spoken about a complex topic like that in Arabic without at least having notes. She was being ridiculously humble, of course, but it made me glow anyways.
Now, I’m rewarding myself with the greasiest double cheeseburger, the greasiest fries, and the coldest beer I could find.
I’m not doing shit for the rest of the night.
Today I took a big step in overcoming my crippling social anxiety
Social situations make me uncomfortable. Or to be more specific, any situation that involves me being around people (even my family in some cases). Well today we had our first actual class in my Women and Technology class. Now this class, as well as my other classes, are discussion classes. Now being in a classroom is hard enough as it is, and the previous class I had to stand up and introduce myself (which I managed to do fairly well). Anyway, my instructor asked the question “Why aren’t there a lot of women in the STEM fields?” and you guys, I read an article a few months ago about this topic. So even though my anxiety is like “DON’T DO IT OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU RAISING YOUR HAND ARE YOU INSANE OH MY GOD SHE’S ACKNOWLEDGED YOUR HAND AND SHE WANTS YOU TO TELL WHAT YOU KNOW OH MY GOD!” You guys:
I RAISED MY HAND. I VOLUNTEERED TO SHARE INFORMATION. IN A CLASS DISCUSSION. IT WASN’T REQUIRED. I WASN’T CALLED ON. I VOLUNTEERED.
Do you know what I did? I SHARED MY KNOWLEDGE. Do you know what happened? Nothing. The class didn’t laugh at me. The teacher acknowledged that my fact was in fact relevant and true. It was just me sharing information.
However, after I shared that information a full blown party erupted inside of me. I felt intelligent. I felt proud of myself. More importantly I felt like I could do it again.
People probably won’t understand how much of a big deal this is. I’m an introvert, yes. That’s part of the reason why I sit quietly in contemplation. But there are so many times where I want to join into conversations and share my opinion or knowledge and anxiety stops me. But not this time. This time I did it. I raised my hand, shared what I knew, and it felt fantastic. I’m counting this as a milestone.
Overcoming anxiety is hard, it really is. Your mind plagues you with “Oh they’ll laugh at me, I’ll look stupid, what I have to say is irrelevant and bad things will just happen” then that triggers physiological symptoms i.e. shaking, sweating, turning red. And that’s just THINKING about it. But I did it. I can’t express to you how proud I am with myself.
I am pleased to announce that I have reached a personal milestone of 150 followers. To some of you that may not be a lot, but to me it’s pretty incredible especially since I know less than 10 of you in real life.
Thank you for enjoying books, book reviews, publishing news, and the random things that I feel like sharing. You are wonderful bloggers/followers and help keep me motivated with my reading and writing.
If I knew how to make a GIF I would try to make something with sparkling confetti and dancing books. Since we’re all readers, I trust that you can imagine it and it will be more awesome than whatever I would botch.
Thank you again for following me whether it’s been for a few months or just a few days.
~The Book Munkie
Today I reached 50 followers and I’m pretty darn pleased and flattered. Thanks for the follows everyone, and thank you Kimberlelly for being my 50th follower.
I know 50 may seem like a small amount, but I remember way back in the day when I had my first Blogger account with only 3 random people who read and commented on what I wrote.
I think the hardest part of growing older is watching your kids get older too. It’s Halloween weekend, and this year my girls are not so enthusiastic about the whole trick-or-treat experience. They see themselves as too old now - I guess they are - and I think this is tougher on their mother than it is on myself. It represents a big change in our lives. It’s another reminder that they aren’t little anymore.
Passing this milestone means that those days are behind us, at least for awhile - until, God willing, I walk my grandchildren around the neighborhood on Halloween night. I will miss those walks - the dark neighborhood streets swarming with little ghosts, baseball players, Spider-Men, pirates and princesses, and mermaids tripping over sequined tails. Endings give way to beginnings, I guess, but things end nonetheless.
It’s tough to let go, but I think we make it tougher on ourselves than it has to be. We just move too fast in life to savor our experiences. Many of us have lost the ability to slow down and truly live each day. I think it has more to do with our busy lives than anything else. We all overextend ourselves – over-schedule, over-promise, and over-commit until we run up a serious temporal and emotional deficit. It’s just modern life, right or wrong.
I have to remind myself of this failure from time to time. I’m just as guilty as anyone else. Sometimes, like today, I will recall when I successfully adjusted my sensory perception of a particular experience and carried away a truly lasting and fulfilling memory. It’s amazing the gravity these memories hold – they far outweigh some of the memories I think I should retain, but don’t somehow.
For example, I remember one evening when my kids were little. I was tired from work and was going to meet my family out somewhere to eat dinner. Somehow I got the idea in my head that I was going to have dinner with my kids as though I was meeting them for the first time. I would put aside the preconceptions I carried with me about what the dining out experience would be like – you know, trying to get them to eat their dinner, stay in their seats, not talk too loudly, all while struggling trying to have a conversation with my wife. Instead, I tossed all these preconceptions aside. We sat down in a booth somewhere for dinner, and quietly watched my kids interact with each other. I became an observer, not an enforcer, and with a smile on my face, I truly saw them – at least for a while – as who they were. They weren’t my kids just then. They were two little people having dinner with two bigger people, and I will never forget it. Their conversations with each other, the way they ate, their laughter, all were new experiences for me that night, and I savored each one.
Another time this method worked for me was when I was about twenty-five. I was living in Washington state, but would be leaving soon. My heart was heavy with regret and anxiety about many things – some I understood and some I did not, and many my own doing. I had traveled by ferry to Orcas Island, and as I had been doing a fair amount of cycling back then, had planned to ride some of the winding forest roads there. I found myself at the base of Mount Constitution, looking upward. It’s a modest rise by Washington standards, about 2400 feet to the summit along a twisting switchback road, but it is quite steep at times. I had doubts about my ability but I decided to ride up anyway. It was tough going – at times only a first-gear stand-up grind at a pedestrian pace. A few cars passed me on the way. Road etiquette in the west is unlike that in Florida. There is a different level of respect for bikes out there. In that part of the country it is normal to offer words of encouragement when passing a cyclist - here it is normal to be sworn at - I don’t remember in particular if anyone passing did that for me on the climb uphill - I was too self-absorbed to notice.
The altitude, the dry air, and my own mental state took their toll on me about halfway up. I stopped to catch my breath on a sharp corner with an expansive view of the brilliant north-western sky. As I stood straddling my bike I saw bald eagles wheeling and spinning on the rising air high above. When I saw them it brought an involuntary smile to my face and a sudden sense of great happiness. The clear mountain air, the blue sky, the sound of the breeze in the the evergreens - it was all so intoxicating. I let it all go - the regret, the anxiety, and the negativity - I let it all fall away. I watched the eagles fly for a few minutes more, and when my heart-rate dropped back to normal, I snapped my feet into the clips and started up the road again. Smiling still, I was now truly enjoying the simple goal of reaching the top. I was enjoying that particular milestone even as it passed me forever.
When I finally reached my reward at the summit I was winded but still smiling. Visitors who had driven up were taking in the view from atop the stone observation tower. I reverently joined them. My mind was clear and my heart was lighter, and my lingering smile was returned by others. The view was something I tried to etch into my memory because I knew I might never be there again. I can still see it clearly.
The eagles were still spinning above as I returned to my bike and got ready for the rapid descent down the switchback road - my next reward. Leaning hard into corners I guided my rocketing bike from turn to hairpin turn, a line of cars patiently following me down. Brake, lean, turn, straighten up, let it accelerate, brake, lean, turn… I was smiling, going very fast, and hardly pedaling at all.
October 30th, 2010