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Why I Admire Ben Gibbard

14 Aug


I’ve been obsessed with Death Cab for Cutie’s 2008 album, Narrow Stairs. It’s quite a work of art. Along the same vein, I’ve had The Postal Service making its way into my headphones. Ben Gibbard, you crafty, clever bastard.

The year that Narrow Stairs came out was the same year that I battled a lot of demons in my life that really shaped who I am today. I can’t change what happened, but for the record, I’m really proud of the person that I have become in spite of everything. (If you’re interested, I’ll tell you about it sometime.) I know it sounds *incredibly* cliché to say that music helped me get through a really tough time, but it did ease a little bit of the total suck-tastic-ness that encompassed my life. I’m pretty sure I listened to “Cath…”, “No Sunlight”, (from DCfC) and “Such Great Heights” (from The Postal Service) more times than should be allowed in one day. After that year, I poured my soul into working like a freakin’ ox (I will never ford the river and die of dysentery – I’ll always take the ferry ::Oregon Trail reference FTW::), all the while being so grateful of the fact that my life would never be that terrible again.

Every time I hear “Such Great Heights” I can’t help but be filled with pure, unadulterated joy. It’s the same feeling I get when I see puppies, hear a baby’s laugh, wear warm clothes straight from the laundry, and other fun things I’ve mentioned previously. I think if I was stranded on a desert island with the ability to listen to only one song for the rest of my existence, that would be the song.

Recently, I came upon an old article about Señor Gibbard that pleasantly surprised me. The guy whose music I relied on for a musical distraction battled some (albeit different) demons too. While I’m nowhere near Gibbard’s marathon-running status, I hope to improve my 5K time this December and be ready for – oh boy – a 1/2 marathon within the next year or two.

It’s going to be difficult, but then again, nothing that’s really worth your time comes without a little effort, right?

What is worthwhile, is difficult. 🙂


It’s Official – Caffeine Makes Me Crazy. Singing and Running are the Cure.

7 Jun

Or “cray” as the young people and Kanye say.

I love coffee. If terrorists threatened to take my coffee away (because, come on – who else would do that?) and the only way I was able to guarantee my ability to acquire that delicious delight was to watch either a Gigli, Live Free or Die Hard (I can’t believe it shares the name with the original – such a travesty), or Toddlers in Tiaras marathon (<<this one scares me the most), I would do it.

Oh God, make it stop.

I never used to be one of those people to whom you couldn’t speak before their Blood Caffeine Content was above 0.08, but recently coffee has become a necessity. That being said, my mind thinks that as soon as I go up to the coffee station in the work cafeteria, I should grab the largest cup available. It seems like a good idea at the time. However, over the course of the day, I start to get really antsy. Antsy leads to crazy.

Usually the crazy doesn’t set in until the afternoon, but it surely stays with me for the rest of the day. “Why didn’t they respond to my chat yet???? Maybe, I should go up to their desk and just see if they’re there.”

“Why doesn’t this web page load faster?? Doesn’t it know I have things to do?!?”

“Why didn’t they accept my meeting invite yet? I sent it 10 MINUTES AGO! GAHHHH!”






I have had so much pent up stress, angst, and energy by the end of the day, I might actually explode and body parts would be strewn across the parking lot. Not pretty.

I definitely felt that way yesterday and I found a 2-part cure. The radio stations in the area always have a commercial-free-drive-home-hour, so that’s the first step. Step two involves turning my radio up to the maximum level that my eardrums and the eardrums of the drivers around me can tolerate. Step three is to sing/scream the entire way home. (Self disclosure: I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but I LOVE scream-singing “What Makes You Beautiful” by One Direction. I think it’s because I have the same vocal range as a teenage pop star.) The next major part of the cure involves intense running. While I haven’t run in the longest time due to a little something I like to call “girl get up off yo’ lazy @$$,” I feel good making a conscious effort to clear my mind and release some tension.

I’ve had a lot floating around in my mind lately, and just running it out was an awesome way to sort through some things that have been weighing so heavily on my person. The only part that sucks is my asthma. I have to fix that…

For the singing part, I think I’ll try to find a summer a cappella group to either join or watch their shows. I miss singing in an awesome group and I hope to get back into it soon.

“Everything is better a cappella.” – Andy Bernard