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A funny thing happened as Day 284 drew to a close.

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At 9:15 p.m., as I was finishing writing a blog post, I realized that...

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<span style="color: #800080; font-size: medium;"><strong>I FORGOT TO LIVE MY BLOG ACTIVITY OF THE DAY!!!!!</strong></span>

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This had never happened previously.  Sure, sometimes I don't get around to my day's activity -- such as <a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/10/28/day-30-jack-o-lantern-disasters/" target="_blank"><strong>carving a pumpkin</strong></a> or <a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/07/03/day-276-printer-installation-hell/" target="_blank"><strong>installing a printer</strong> </a>-- until late at night.  But I've never entirely FORGOTTEN!!!

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When it dawned on me what I had done (or not done), I stood in the middle of the kitchen in a frozen panic.  When I could move again, I ran to my old school Franklin Covey planner to look up what I had spaced.  Would I even be able to "live" my activity, or was I going to have to think of a last minute substitution?

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And how soul-scintillating could an 11th hour substitution possibly be???

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The entry in my planner was " 'Newer' music via Bri".

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Whew!  I can do this!  I can listen to "newer" music per Bri's suggestion/request/double dog dare!  I'd rather go to bed (because I am bloody exhausted) but I CAN DO THIS!!!!

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<span style="font-size: medium; color: #800080;"><strong>The joke behind this activity is that I'm often teased about being stuck in music that dates no later than 1987.  After high school, I seemingly lost touch with the new stuff.</strong></span>

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There are a few exceptions such as <a href="http://www.dianakrall.com/" target="_blank"><strong>Diana Krall</strong> </a>(who sings old stuff) and <a href="http://www.raylamontagne.com/us/home" target="_blank"><strong>Ray LaMontagne</strong> </a>(who sings new stuff that sounds like old  stuff).  Oh, and there was Alannis in the early 90s, and LIVE in the late 90s, and Keith Urban in the early millennium, but my point is that IN GENERAL, I most enjoy music from my youth.

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And male music lovers loooooooove to tease me about this.

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Bri is no exception.  <a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/06/21/day-266-trip-down-memory-corner/" target="_blank"><strong>When we visited Stinkweeds Music a few weeks prior</strong></a>, Bri <em>insisted</em> on buying me Jeff Buckley and Elliott Smith CDs. He wanted me to listen to music outside my comfort zone<em> that badly</em>.

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After further grief for not opening my giftie music for  several weeks (<del>ungrateful</del> busy wench that I am), I honored Bri and his post-1987 music on Day 284.  At 9:30 p.m.

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And it nearly put me to sleep.  (Sorry, Bri.)

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For whatever reason (and please remember that I was pretty beat), the music didn’t resonate with me.  I didn’t feel any musical chemistry.

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<span style="font-size: medium; color: #800080;"><strong>It’s kind of like dating – the chemistry is either there or it’s not.  It’s often impossible to pinpoint <em>why</em> it’s not there.  Especially when your head tells you that <em>should </em>feel it. </strong></span>

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While listening to Elliott Smith, I emailed another Bri and asked, “Is Elliott Smith the guy you suggest that I listen to a few years ago?”

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His reply, “Yep.  Very Beatles influenced."

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Hmmm… I respectfully disagree.  (Sorry, other Bri.)

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<span style="color: #800080; font-size: medium;"><strong>Just then, and just after feeling thoroughly depressed by Elliott Smith’s music (including a track ironically titled “ Happiness“), the next piece captured my attention with a funky groove.  Now THIS was more like it. </strong></span>

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Around 10 seconds in, it took a 70s turn (Now this REALLY WAS more like it!) and started to sound familiar and semi-cheesy.

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I scrambled to return to my iTunes window to check it out, and it was not Elliott Smith, but the theme song to <a href="http://www.tv.com/barney-miller/show/345/summary.html" target="_blank"><strong>Barney Miller</strong></a>.

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(It was from my teaching days.  Music teachers rack up an eclectic mix of music, including <em>TV Land Presents: Favorite TV Theme Songs</em>.)

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I couldn't stop laughing.  Barney Miller?!?!?  I was alone in my kitchen laughing hysterically at 10:00 p.m.  (Sorry, both Bri guys.)

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I didn't fall  in love with Jeff Buckley and Elliott Smith.  Even though the Bris #1 &amp; #2 told me that I <em>should</em>.

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I am perfectly content dancing to my own musical drum until the right musical fit(s) come along.

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