Friday, March 02, 2012
It’s been a weird week.
I’m making a point of finding more stuff to do around the office, which is why you’ve seen less in the way of blogging. But I really wanted to get one in today.
Let’s get the numbers out of the way, first.
Calories burned (target/actual): 2263/2281
Calories consumed: 1763/1690
Calorie balance: 500/591
Physical activity (moderate/vigorous): 45 minutes (30 mod., 15 vig.)/ 1:01 (42 mod., 19 vig.)
Steps taken: 8000 BMF, 10000 SP/7833 (ooh, so close!)
Sleep duration: 8/6:03 (and that’s a half hour better than the day before. I went to bed early enough to get 6.5 hrs, but I woke up randomly at 4am after a dream involving an enormous wasp. *shudder* I woke up moments before it was about to sting me in the spine, and couldn’t get back to sleep. Not because I was afraid of the wasp – which is unusual, actually; normally that would’ve freaked me out utterly but I was OK – but just because I couldn’t get back to sleep.)
We lost Davy Jones of the Monkees this week. I know this isn’t a big deal for most of you, but it was for me. Moments after I processed all of my Art Clay Copper orders, feeling excited and… well, broke, but excited anyway… I got the news. I was shocked, but made it through the rest of the day OK; it wasn’t until I was driving home and put on XM Radio (which immediately told me to turn to 60’s on 6 for the Davy tribute, which was being presented by Cousin Brucie… I didn’t even know he was still alive!) that I started to lose it. After a quick run to the grocery store, I went home and listened to the Monkees all night. It was a shorter playlist than it should’ve been; most of my Monkees stuff is on media that’s now obsolete – I have cassette tapes, and records, and VHS tapes full of Monkees music and rarities and episodes and movies, but the only things I have on CD (and therefore, digitally) are the Listen to the Band box set and Missing Links Vol. 2. This is something I was aware of, but I haven’t been in a rush to update; it’s not like I don’t know every episode of the show, or the film Head, backwards, forwards, and upside down.
Yeah, I was a pretty big Monkees fan.
And I met Davy in March of 1988.
He came to my town – not a town near mine, not NYC and we took a train, he came to MY nothing little town in the middle of NJ, for some bizarre reason – for a book signing at the nearby cruddy little mall (there were better malls to go to; could’ve gone to Woodbridge, or Menlo (which was pretty lame back then, though incredibly retro and entertaining, what with the mirrored ceilings and orange and yellow tiling, but no – he came to the Paperback Booksmith at Middlesex Mall. My father graciously consented to take me, and pay the massively marked up amount for his autobiography that was the price of admission. My friend Stacey came along for the ride; I’ve never really understood why, as she wasn’t a fan. Then again, it’s not like there was a lot going on in the area at the time, and we were only 12.
Anyway, we got on the line, which had stretched outside the mall by the time we arrived. It was raining. We stood there anyway. We were in the rain for an hour before we made it inside for 3 more hours of waiting. The mood overall was pretty festive, though, despite the wait. I met some very nice people (a 19 year old girl I met on the line ended up taking me to a Monkees concert at the Garden State Arts Center that summer, after several months of being pen pals. Remember pen pals? Back when we used to, y’know, write letters? I joined a Monkees fan club, too, with actual newsletters. LOL!). And after a grand total of 4 hours, I got to meet Davy Jones.
I went almost completely non-verbal. This was the first celebrity experience I’d had; I didn’t know, at the time, that I would have the same reaction every time I met a celebrity for the rest of my life so far.
At first, I was shocked. I mean, he didn’t LOOK like Davy Jones. Intellectually, I knew that 20 years had passed since the show aired, but I was 12; knowing it and being able to wrap my head around it wasn’t exactly the same thing. But he definitely SOUNDED like Davy, so that was alright. And then he asked who he was supposed to sign the book for, and I said, “Jill and Stacey,” and Stacey said, “Stacey and Jill.”
At the same exact time.
“I’m sorry – what?”
“Jill and Stacey.” “Stacey and Jill.”
Somehow he figured out what we were saying, and he did get both names on the book. Hers first, which pisses me off to this day – she wasn’t even a fan! But whatever; when I posted the pic of the book to FB the day he passed away, her mother got a kick out of it.
Davy was my second celebrity crush, ever. The first was Ricky Schroeder. I got over that one when Silver Spoons ended, but I never got over the Monkees. Not a day goes by that some Monkees song doesn’t come up in my playlist. Mind you, my third celebrity crush was Mickey Dolenz; I moved on from Davy when I got a little older. And taller than him. But still… he, and the band as a whole, were a HUGE part of my childhood.
So… yeah. It was a blow.
What amazed me was the outpouring on FB. I mean, the entire universe had something nice to say about Davy and the Monkees.
And while dealing with the sadness of it, I was still thinking, “Where the heck were YOU people when I was getting picked on for this?”
But anyway. That happened. I heard someone on the radio talking about it, reading a quote they’d received from one of their listeners, and I agreed with it completely. I’ll try to paraphrase.
As sad as it is that we’ve lost a good and talented man too soon, the reason we’re all so upset about it is because it feels like we lost a piece of our childhood. The shiny, happiness of those memories is dimmed, now, with a bit of sorrow.
I am, and will always be grateful for the music and the laughter that he provided us with. I’m sad for his family, and for the people like me around the world who are hurting because of his loss.
And that’s about all I have to say about that.
OK! Enough sadness! Moving on!
…Except that I don’t really have anything to move on TO.
None of the clay stuff is here yet; it won’t be here till next week. The only things I have planned for the weekend are exercise, possibly taxes (*shudder*), and, time permitting, jewelry making. That’s slightly dependent on whether my friend remembers to bring the titanium flat-pad posts we ordered. She has them. She keeps forgetting and/or losing them before they make it to me. *sigh* Once I get them, it should be pretty quick work, epoxying the rose cabochons to them. What I have NOT done is make any of the things I planned to to go with them. But the copper clay will be a good addition to that plan; some dangles made with that would be lovely, under some of the rose colors. And it’s not like I don’t have the beads and crystals to do the other things in my head; I just haven’t actually done them yet. I do need to order lots of niobium jump rings, though. I wish they weren’t so expensive.
OK, after days of having nothing to do, work is coming out of the woodwork – gotta go. Talk to you soon.
RIP, Davy. Thanks for everything.