The Glowing Edge

Tag: comforts

  • Pre-Fight Playlist

    Pre-Fight Playlist

    This playlist has a very different mood than the one I made for the Atlanta fight (which I need to post, I know). That one was all revved up and rocking, where for the last-minute exhibition fight with Bonnie I wanted to be calm and unruffled. So I gathered up some of my smoothest grooves and old favorites — the songs that always make me feel good and promise me everything will be okay.

    It looks like a pretty bizarre mix, maybe, but every song on there is better than macaroni and cheese with extra cheese. Sheer comfort food for the heart.

    I call this playlist The Unexpected Bell.

    1. Ace in the Hole / Paul Simon
    2. The Ballad of Curtis Loew / Lynyrd Skynyrd
    3. Birdland / The Manhattan Transfer
    4. Don’t Stop Me Now / Queen
    5. Dream On / Aerosmith
    6. Feel Like Making Love / Bad Company
    7. First Day of My Life / Bright Eyes
    8. Float On / Modest Mouse
    9. Four Brothers / Manhattan Transfer
    10. Girl / Destiny’s Child
    11. Girlshapedlovedrug / Gomez
    12. How the Heart Approaches What it Yearns / Paul Simon
    13. I Can’t Get No Satisfaction / The Rolling Stones
    14. I’ll Be Your Baby Tonight / Bob Dylan
    15. I’mma Shine / YoungBloodZ
    16. It’s Your Thing  / The Isley Brothers
    17. Late in the Evening / Paul Simon
    18. Life is a Highway / Tom Cochrane
    19. Only One / Jeremy Kay
    20. Rock You Hard This Christmas / The Dan Band
    21. Sail On / Commodores
    22. Stuck Inside of Mobile / Bob Dylan
    23. Turn the Page / Metallica

    Image by Celine Nadeau

  • Take Your Bop Out

    Take Your Bop Out

    The Maker was the only one of my three who wanted a pacifier, and in the long tradition of babies and their pacifiers, he called his “bops.” He was happiest with one in his mouth, a backup in his hand, and even more in pockets, or otherwise within reach. When he was old enough to realize we kept the supply in a bowl on top of the fridge, he would stand beneath there and demand “Aw bowe!” meaning, give me the whole bowl of bops and I mean immediately or a tantrum is forthcoming.

    For the most part we complied, although the times his bop reliance annoyed us the most was either when he preferred to talk to us around the wedge of warm wet plastic, or when I wanted to take his picture. “Honey, take that bop out,” I would say, and he’d growl, comply, wait, and replug. You’d think I was asking him to freely donate all his toys to charity and forever go without juice, bananas, and candy.

    Earlier this week I came across these two photos and felt only the weensiest bit guilty about having disturbed his minor utopia for a photo. Still makes me smile, though.