range of being

Don’t you see yourself in every picture you love? You feel a radiance wash through you. It’s something you can’t analyze or speak about clearly. What are you doing at that moment? You’re looking at a picture on a wall. That’s all. But it makes you feel alive in the world. It tells you yes, you’re here. And yes, you have a range of being that’s deeper and sweeter than you knew.

~Don DeLillo, Cosmopolis


I Can Still Remember

A long long time ago, I can still remember how that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance, I could make those people dance and maybe they’d be happy for awhile~Don McLean, American Pie

When I was young, my grandmother gave me all of my aunt’s 45 rpm single records. Up until that point, I had been listening to nursery rhyme type songs on my little portable record player. I went from ‘How much is that doggie in the window?’ to Elvis Presley lamenting that his letter kept getting sent back , David Cassidy being afraid of love , Joan Baez teaching me about  the Civil War , or The Animals warning me not to get sent to prison , and many fun  silly songs in between. Soon, my favorite pastime became lip-syncing to the songs as I danced around, trying to reenact the lyrics. I could play a mean fake piano during The Entertainer, as long as I was wearing my grandfather’s old fedora.

Once, when I was with my parents at a picnic, one of my mother’s musician friends was playing his guitar. I immediately recognized the tune to American Pie and I blurted out “I know that song!” He was skeptical, thinking I had just heard it on a commercial or something. But I said “No! I know all the words!” So then shy little me, the one who generally hid behind my mother’s legs, proceeded to sing every single word just to prove him wrong.

I still have most of those RPMs, though I rarely play them anymore. I still sing many of them, while I’m doing mundane tasks like emptying the dishwasher or ironing clothes. I tend to get really into singing them though, which makes my tasks take extra long to do. Oh, well. If you can’t whistle while you work (because I can’t whistle) belt out the words to ‘The Night Chicago Died’ instead! In over dramatic fashion, of course, complete with siren sound effects…


Twenty One Pilots: Can’t Help Falling In Love

My daughter lives and breathes Twenty One Pilots. My mother bought her a ukulele for Christmas (the same brand as Tyler Joseph, OMG!) and she plays it daily. So it’s become a ‘if you can’t beat them, join them’ mentality in our house in regards to this band. Not that I need a whole lot of persuading to listen to them, because I do really like their sound all on it’s own.

I ran across this video last night, while falling into the time suck that is YouTube. I not only instantly loved this rendition of Elvis Presley’s ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ but I like the video too. The part where the crowd sings along brings a smile to my face and a tear to my eye. I’m so sentimental!


you can only know them

For men and women are not only themselves; they are also the region in which they were born, the city apartment or the farm in which they learnt to walk, the games they played as children, the old wives’ tales they overheard, the food they ate, the schools they attended, the sports they followed, the poets they read, and the God they believed in. It is all these things that have made them what they are and these are things that you can’t come to know by hearsay, you can only know them if you have lived them. You can only know them if you are them. ~W.Somerset Maugham, ‘The Razor’s Edge’

Simple Tastes and Odd Notions

There’s nothing that intrigues me more than when I discover an actor that I admire who has tattoos. Not temporary tattoos that belong to the character he is portraying

flimsy excuse to post a pic of Richard Armitage as Lucas North


but personal ones that belong to his own self. It’s the mystery of them that grabs me: what are they? what do they represent to him? It can drive me batty trying to figure them out. And when I finally give up and go looking for fan mentions of them, and they have no clue either? The frustration!

flimsy excuse to post pic of Dan Stevens making his ‘Beast’ face


When Jack O’Connell started sporting a new tattoo, I became consumed for days.

I finally made the educated guess that it was Cambodian, after trolling his Instagram and seeing that he had made a trip to Cambodia that fit into the time frame I had established through photoshoot pictures and candids. By that point though, I didn’t really need to know what it said, I was satisfied with just knowing what it was.


Matthew Fox’s colorful array of tattoos sent me on similar treasure hunts. The shoulder tattoo was referenced in an episode of ‘Lost’, but the actual translation is different from the one given in the show. So what was it’s significance really?

Some fans speculated that the number 5 was a nod to his days on the ‘Party of Five’ television show, and that the translation was part of a Chinese poem about an eagle. I did find out, through lurking on fan forum threads, that the small skull on the inside of his elbow is thought to pay homage to good friend Billy Joe Armstrong and his band ‘Green Day’. That was something I wasn’t expecting. The others are less distinguishable, but I think they’re pretty.

The stars are my favorite.

Adam Levine’s tattoos, well, it’s pretty apparent the boy is just addicted to ink!

I’m sure each of his tattoos have personal meaning to him (I hope) but the images seem so random and they all bleed together, which makes them less interesting to me. Once upon a time, when he only had a few, I thought the shark was kind of cool.

but as he added more and more, it’s all become a bit much.

Chris Evans seems to prefer symbols and words instead of picture tattoos. He has one on his upper stomach in memory of a friend who died in an accident, and others that represent different family members.

The script on his chest reads:

when you lose touch with inner stillness, you lose touch with yourself. when you lose touch with yourself, you lose yourself in the world.

I really like that one, not only for the lesson it teaches, but I also like the way it peeks out from beneath his shirt when he has a few buttons undone.

And now there’s Dan Stevens in this still from the movie ‘Permission’.

Those two tiny tattoos are really his. I had seen the triangle one before

and can make a pretty solid guess on it’s relevance, since his movie ‘The Guest’ includes multiple instances of triangles showing up throughout the movie.

**But what about that other one? I had seen mentions of him having a tattoo on the inside of his elbow, but hadn’t really seen a clear shot of it until now. So I zoomed, and I rotated, and… could it be just a simple letter D? I like the thought of that; simplicity.

Tattoos can be beautiful works of art but I prefer the more subtle approach of quotes or symbols. I’m a woman of simple tastes and odd notions. Hey, that phrase would make a good tattoo…

**Edited To Add: I just read an interview where Dan revealed that the bicep tattoo is actually a letter ‘Q’. if I would have been looking at a sharper image, I might have come to that conclusion on my own (probably not).

Dan says: “I have a few [tattoos] scattered about. many of them are letters, for various people.”

oh really? let the speculation begin… (I have my heart set on ‘Susie Q’. I won’t believe any other answer.)