Friday, June 8, 2012

World's Worst Lyrics: Your Song

The Culprit

The Offending Lyric

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen


Why is it bad?


That's why.

Cooking with Braddy: Meat and Potatoes


My brother said recently that my family is full of "meat and potatoes" types. I don't know that that's 100% true (I'm more of a "grilled-cheese sandwich and ice cream" type), I do like me a good steak. So I was pretty excited to try a quick meat and potato recipe from Desperation Dinners.

Unlike a lot of the recipes I've been trying recently from The Mighty Spice Cookbook, there aren't a lot of complex or hard-to-find ingredients in this recipe. I think the most exotic component of the dish was garlic powder. Makes it pretty easy to put together. The steaks go into a skillet to cook.


Or, you know, overcook, as the case may be.


Don't worry. I did better with the second batch.

The meat goes into the oven to keep warm, while the hash browns go into the pan to cook. Just before the hash browns are done, you pour the collected juices from the steaks into the pan with the potatoes and stir in until it's all absorbed. Sadly, I must have bought fairly lean steaks, because there wasn't all that much juice left. What was there added a pretty good flavor.

Arrange decoratively on a plate and serve.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

The Impassable Rules of Braddy's Dating Life


After this weekend's musical exploits, I had a brief conversation with a concerned female friend of mine, who tried to understand why I don't date more. Her motivation is suspect - I believe she wishes to hook me up with someone, and that's a no-no - but the conversation proved enlightening.

See, even though I have a long list of reasons why I'm still single, I don't know that I've quite put together why I have so much difficulty DATING. You know, how to actually get a girl's number and call it or whatever.

Well, in talking to my friend, I was able to formulate a short list of rules that I, for whatever reason, have been adhering to when trying to get to know new people - specifically, women. The list is... enlightening.

To start with, the rules seem to build on each other fairly simply. Each rule leads to the next. They're possibly a little restrictive, but I don't believe they're unreasonable.
  • Before asking a girl on a date, one must build up an appropriate level of familiarity.
Now, I think this rule just makes sense. I HAVE asked for a girl's number and set up a date after a single conversation or two, but the results have generally been awkward. I prefer to get to know someone a little better before going on a date.
  • Familiarity is built up through conversation.
There are a lot of ways to get to know someone - you work with them, you watch them, you play with them. However, in my experience, real connections are only forged by talking WITH a person.
  • All conversations must have motivation behind them.
Again, to me, this rule makes sense. I don't like people wasting my time, and I don't like to waste other people's time either. I like to talk ABOUT stuff.

Now here's the rule that sends the whole thing off the rails:
  • Wanting to get to know someone is not an appropriate motivation for conversation.

All of a sudden, the whole thing becomes chaotic. If there's this girl I want to ask out, I have to talk to her before I can ask her out, but I can't just go up and talk to her because that's not how you get to know someone, so I can continue to attend whatever activity I am first introduced to the girl in, but I CAN'T just go up and talk to her because that's not how it's done.

Basically, unless there's some sort of miraculous immaculate conversation, I'm a bit hosed from the get-go. Thanks, subconscious rule fascists!

Music and Handwaving


This past weekend was one of the more "musical" experiences I've had in a while. Things kicked off pretty solidly with Lamb of God, an oratorio written by Rob Gardner about the final days in the life of Jesus Christ. My stake had been working on the music for several months. At the last minute (about two or three weeks before the performance deadline), I was pulled in to help with the narration.

Doing the narration was a lot of fun (especially since I had a lot of people pay me some very nice compliments about my voice), but, honestly, I think I would have much rather been in the choir itself. I miss choir singing - it's about the only thing I think was actually better about my life when I was in high school. So to have such a solid opportunity to sing in a quality production and MISS it like I did... well, it's pretty sucky.

I got to LISTEN, though, and I have to say that, for a Mormon-written musical production, Lamb of God is EXCELLENT. And it may not even need the "Mormon" qualifier. It's basically the way Les Mis would have turned out if they'd written about Jesus rather than Jean Valjean.

I find that comparison actually makes a lot of sense - musically, Les Mis is VERY melodramatic, full of high emotion. Yet the drama and emotion is played very straight and very sincerely. The high drama and serious tone actually go very well with the story of the crucifixion. Stylistically, it's a very good match.

I also decided, during Lamb of God, that "Gloria" may just be the most enjoyable word to sing. You get the long, sliding "l" sound followed by the flip of the tongue on the "r," and it's just heavenly. Really mad I missed out on singing that number.

(By the way, if you want to hear Lamb of God, the whole thing is on Spotify, which I'm told is a thing that exists on the internet.)

Now, just because I wasn't in this one choir doesn't mean my life's completely devoid of music. In fact, I've been the choir director at church for several months now. Sunday, we finally had the opportunity to have a real rehearsal - meaning, we had more than two people show up. So we actually got to practice singing some music, and I got to show off my excellent directorial skills.

By "excellent," of course, I mean "crap." Turns out, I'm not very good.

Thankfully, I've got some "resources" to draw on. Y'all may not know this, but I used to be a reference librarian. Basically, that means that when I come across something I don't know, I like to hit the books.

I've got some good resources to draw on, too, most notably from my cousin Juan Carlos, who is awesome. He loaned me one of his old conducting textbooks, and it's been extraordinarily helpful, even in just the first chapter. For example, did you know that music conducting is about FAR MORE than waving your arm?

Seriously, I didn't know this, but it's true. When conducting music, the motion in your arm can originate in one of three places - the wrist, the elbow, or the shoulder. One of those three parts should move, and the other two stay as still as possible to avoid a flailing, limp effect that is difficult to read. Quieter dynamics are indicated by smaller motions, so a pianissimo can be conducted by just the slightest motion of the wrist and fingers. A dramatic fortissimo requires the whole arm from the shoulder down.

Maybe this sounds obvious to everyone else, but I was pretty stoked to find out about the subtle motions that go into conducting. See, if there's one thing I hate, it's not knowing something. But if there's one thing I love, it's learning something new.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Hard Candy Heroes


For some reason, I got the phrase "Hard Candy Heroes" in my head. Somehow, that turned into a kind of noir detective story. This here's the result.

In my mind, the guy in the foreground is the muscle of the detective outfit, while the dame in red's the brains.

It's a noir story. You gotta call the woman a "dame," right?

Don't Be Alarmed...


I tend to have a bit of what I call a "rebellion" after most of the shows I do. I like to fool around a bit with my personal appearance. For example, after The Taming of the Shrew back in 2009, I grew a soul patch. It was... not a good look for me.

Not all my rebellions are so poorly selected. My post-Damn Yankees rebellion saw me grow a beard, and that's a change that's endured until now. So there's a chance that any change I make will actually stick.

I put off my post-Blithe Spirit rebellion until this weekend, as I've been involved in an oratorio presentation called The Lamb of God which concluded on Saturday (more on that later). I figured any dramatic change in my appearance prior to the performance would be in poor taste. Now that it's over... well, I guess taste isn't the issue anymore.

Hold onto your butts...

Friday, June 1, 2012

MiNiWriMo

Okay, so I've been ridinculously busy lately (and that's not a typo. "Ridinculous" means the same thing as ridiculous, but refers to tiny things that shouldn't have a big deal made over them and yet do). As a result, I've let a lot of things slide - most notably, my writing. I've done almost no writing for a month and a half now, and that's depressing.

Thankfully, it's just about time for everyone's favorite time of year: MiNiWriMo!


"But wait!" I hear you wail. "I've never heard of MiNiWriMo. Are you just making things up again?"

Yes, gentle reader, I AM making things up.

NaNoWriMo comes in November, and it involves writing a full 50,000 word novel in a month. I'm just trying to get myself back in the habit of writing regularly, so I'm going to set a far more modest goal - only 25,000 words for the month of June. Hopefully, by so doing, I'll convince my body that writing is fun again.

That way, I won't stress myself out as much watching Avatar: The Last Airbender on DVD saving homeless orphans from fires.