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Stardust by Joseph Kanon
Coming out in the fall, the next novel by the author of The Good German. It's so good I kinda want to lick the pages.
Showing posts with label If I Ruled the World. Show all posts
Showing posts with label If I Ruled the World. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Theme Song


A few months ago, I had emailed around to ask people this question: If you had a theme song, what would it be? Mine has, for years, been Make Your Own Kind of Music by Mama Cass. How could I resist the lyrics “Make your own kind of music. Sing your own special song. Make your own kind of music, even when nobody else sings along”??

But wait. There’s more. I can even picture the opening montage if I had my own tv show. It would all be very That Girl—-me frolicking around New York City in a cute little sleeveless swing dress (black, of course, maybe with a flower) carrying a big red umbrella. I’d dance, I’d flirt, maybe jump into a giant puddle. Can’t you just picture it? God, I want opening credits…

Okay, I got a little too wrapped up in that fantasy. Where was I? Right. Theme songs. So what would your theme song be? What puts a little bounce in your step? If you’re facing something that intimidates you, what’s the song that reminds you that you can do anything, accomplish anything? What’s the song that reminds you that you’re you, and being you is just great? Do tell.

Friday, July 13, 2007

Little Scrubs

Last month I was on vacation with Polly Poppins and the girls (for those of you longtime readers going ”huh?” that’s the online name adopted by the friend previously known as my-best-friend-in-California). We were listening to a hip hop station, and there was an ad for a day care called Little Sprouts, which I misheard as Little Scrubs. A reasonable mistake, I think, given the context.

But ever since then, I can’t get the idea out of my head. How cool would that be??? Little Scrubs – the hip hop daycare. Can’t you just picture it? All those babies in do-rags and gold chains. Blinged-out, jewel-encrusted pacifiers. Pants that sag below the diapers so you can see the Elmos across the back. Low-rider strollers with speakers mounted so the bass makes them bounce.

Instead of the hokey pokey, at play time would the kids learn the Electric Slide?
Would they answer the phone with “Yo. Little Scrubs. What up?”
The possibilities are endless.