Once upon a time, this blog was "anonymous". In part because I had wanted to take it in a different direction and also because I value my privacy--there are many busybodies out there. Seeing as this blog is not sordid in nature, tonight I have decided to stop hiding behind this persona (so basically you can see my eyes now-- great disguise). My name is Michelle and I choose to be the open book I always wanted to be. I will not go back and edit my past posts because in keeping with my new-found openness, I'm too lazy. And now, some shameless narcissism in its most natural form: selfies.
When I started this blog
Pretending to be Adele
Glamour shots with a young Oliver
Freshly cut hair
False slumber on my part
P.S. I still like signing off like this so that's staying.
Anyone not living under a rock must know Bon Iver at this point. So we've all been there, loved that--good we're on the same page. So what comes next for the Grammy winner? More falsetto singing accompanied with a quivering guitar? Not exactly. Instead he does the exact opposite. You know in For Emma, For Ever Ago, when the louder more intense the song got, how Justin Vernon's voice grew grainy? Well, in this new side-project he focuses on just that. I've been listening to Grownass Man on NPR's First Listen, The Shouting Matches' debut album. Post-Grammy, I think it's a wonderful move for him; it's playful and loose and shows he's still that down-to-Earth guy who spent months sequestered in a cabin perfecting his music. The more I listen, the more I fall in love. His voice instead of the falsetto we've grown to love, deepens into a smoky croon. Oh and the guitar, sometimes boozy, definitely bluesy--just about makes the tracks. Also let us not forget the drums, they are upbeat, get discordant at times, but they just pair so perfectly with the feel of this album. This album is happy and free from constraints; just three guys doing what they do best.
Oh what a dreary way to start spring break, but I can't complain. Rain or no rain-- I don't have to think about school for an entire week!
I must have made at least 200 cake pops at work today--they call me the Queen of cake pops. I'll be working all week which is absolutely fine by me since I've recently put a dent in my bank account. Plus, all I really do at work is drink Diet Coke, eat macarons, white chocolate, and split cupcakes with my co-workers. I'm kidding (read: please don't fire me I need money).
Lately, I've been in a bit of a funk, you know the type that begs you to stay in bed, hiding under a pile of blankets. Oliver of course rejoices at the thought of having my neck to snuggle with all day. Unfortunately, I have more responsibilities than standing in as a cat bed. I have a life to lead--not that I'm doing such a good job--and cat furniture is sadly not an occupation.