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Everyone knows that Jack Johnson pops up on any possible Pandora station that you make … bluegrass, rock, Top 40, country, heavy metal … whatever.
I think that less people have realized that “Hallelujah” is the same way. That gorgeous song has been covered so many times by so many people, it might be even more prolific than good old Jack.
One that has been playing far too frequently of late–an advertisement for ice cream–ends with this little nugget of imbecility: “Tastes so good because it is so good!”
Really marketing people? That’s the best you could come up with?
Let’s think about this in a slightly different way, though.
“Tastes like shit because it is shit!”
Hmmm …
I just heard on a Pandora commercial (yes, I’m too cheap to spend the $1 a month to avoid advertisement interruptions) this little motto.
You don’t have to do everything. But everything that you do should be done intentionally.
I like that.
Huh, words to live by from a commercial. Who would have thought?
Sitting in Mike’s lab right now, writing an article (and blogging) while he works on his fluids experiment, I feel like I’m learning so much more about him.
Not because he’s explaining his engineering techniques to me.
And not because I’m getting to see him in action.
It’s entirely because Pandora is blaring a sweet combination of Stevie Wonder, The Beatles and Aerosmith, and he’s dancing around as if his life depended on it.
At first I was flattered to think that he was trying to impress me, but since he’s been jumping and jiving for the past half an hour (and he’s showing no signs of stopping), my ego is starting to deflate a bit as I realize his joviality has nothing to do with me.
You’ve likely discovered the greatness of Pandora. Your favorite music anytime. It’s amazing.
Mumford & Sons just came on my station, “The Cave.” I love it. The song, the band really, makes me remember a close friend whose passion for music, and especially for Mumford, has had a great impact on my life. Despite her young age–only 25–she’s lived in the Faroe Islands, in the Phillipines and in Washington D.C. She and her husband just got back from a month in Afghanistan where she petted yaks and trekked along the Hindu Kush. I’ve only known her a year, but she’s taught me so much. Abby is now moving on to Wyoming and then to Denver.
Another close friend has a wonderful husband who just graduated from business school. His start-up business is taking off so they’ll be moving back to California within the next few days. She has made me great salads, made me laugh and made Boulder feel like home. I’ve promised to visit and certainly plan to do so, but it won’t be same as biking over to her house for pizza and deep discussion.
And then there’s Rachel, my best friend in the whole world. We spent five months together while studying abroad in Nantes, France, but since then, the longest continued period I’ve spent with her was the week when she visited me in the Tetons. A lot happened: we shared lunch with a bear, ate buffalo burgers and woke up to ants in the dorm bathroom. I got to stand next to her recently while she wore white and said “yes,” but we haven’t had that constant contact so precious to close friendships.
I’ve been blessed to have had a chance to travel, to live in beautiful places and meet incredible people. Yet, it’s tough when they or I move on. We all know the silver lining is the memory, the music, and–I suppose in my case–Mumford.