Musing Interruptus

Charlie Brown would commonly exclaim, Good grief from being surprised, not necessarily in a good way. More of a way to express dismay, maybe being let down. Being let down is a good way to start to think about grief in general. We feel grief when we lose something or someone. That feeling seems to take the place of that person. I emphasize the word seems because people cannot be replaced. Ever. 

When I heard Pope Francis passed this morning, I started to grieve. I didn’t expect to, only because I didn’t know how important he was to me, to know he was in the world. When people do good things in the world, they don’t have to say anything. Their actions speak louder than words. That said, it is good to recognize the good people do. Who knows, it might start a movement.

 I remember when he became pope. This was the first time I was excited about a person at the Vatican. I was aware of what it meant for our region, Latin America, and our shared cultures, to have a leader in the Vatican. From an International Relations perspective, this was big. A Jesuit voice from the third world in this institution. Then other things kept coming, he was eager to use his position to express progressive ideas (progressive for the Church) on the role of women in the church, the lgbtq+ community, the mother’s and family’s of the disappeared, migrants, to sum it up, the teachings of the Church applied to real life issues. I was baptised a Catholic and this was the first time I looked toward the institution with a feeling of hope and possibility of seeing someone apply the tenets of Christianity. I won’t reflect on the inner workings of institutions. Not today. I’ll be grateful for a person’s life who meditated on and spoke out about issues of social justice and acted from a place of love, because he believed in a God who has love for all, in a Chuch that welcomes all. A man in one of the highest positions of power in his milieu. That moves me. His messages moved me several times. He reminded me there is a possibility for change when I felt most at a loss. We know how important it is to say things out loud to make them visible. He did.  That’s two things that come to mind when I think of him. Continue reading

Hello, Welcome. I’m Renée Valentina and this is Musing Interruptus. Musing Interruptus is a podcast for sharing thoughts and stories and enjoying idiomatic phrases. You can read along; just click on continue reading in the description to open a Google Doc with the transcription of this episode. The idiomatic expressions are in italics. Try to get the meaning from the context and then look them up to see if you were right. If you like it, subscribe, follow, and share, but more importantly, continue the conversation. Drop a comment with your answers to today’s questions! I love hearing from you! The background music is called Within Garden Walls by Blue Dot.

The mix and master were done by Chuy/Jesús Darío, my sound charolastra

What would the world be without music? 

Just noise.

In the beginning, it was dark, and quiet was interrupted by clamors and clutters, knocks, knuckle raps, the rhythmic sounds of intercourse, yips and yelps, cries, collapses, wind rustling through trees, firecrackling, the sounds of destruction and creation, the roar of the waves, and the fury of the rain. From gentle and inviting to mind-numbing and deafening.

It was dark, even when light shone through, beckoning us to organize, repeat at certain intervals, and communicate. Percussions that traveled from our mother’s hearts through umbilical cords and cells and atoms. The beats that would mark humanity's artistic expression of sound. The hearts that set the beats to one of humanity’s greatest developments. Music.

It was how the leaf and bamboo reeds became flutes, hunting bows, lyres of Ur, and eventually guitars. Eventually, happened over and through North and East Africa, Mesopotamia, and the Mediterranean, the Greek, Roman, and Spanish empires via the Moors. Too much to mention in a few lines… Too important not to notice.

From the randomness and chaos of earthly existence to the systematization of sounds to a beat, humanity arrived at symphonies, a collectivity communicating our history and experience. Strings and winds and percussions and brasses that have accompanied our existence. Crippling solitude is an illusion via the realization that it is not unique. Oh, it is shared across grids and ranges. Music surrounds our senses, not just the auditory. That is only part of it. It is the vibrations that emanate from the earth through our limbs, the intention and intensities, the command of interpretation. What of the lyrics? If any? Words that accompany and explain our existence by regaling victories and failures, articulating feelings, all the feelings, basic and complex. All our thoughts. Weaving in and out of fiction, immortalizing, making that which is internal visible and known. 

Pendular movements are traced in the evolution of musical expressions. You must learn the classics to appreciate the contemporary. To hear the resistance and how musicians push back, push forward, creating genres. None isolated. All embryonic creations paying tribute to the mother’s heart. 

Hello, Welcome. I’m Renée Valentina and this is Musing Interruptus. Musing Interruptus is a podcast for sharing thoughts and stories and enjoying idiomatic phrases. You can read along; just click on continue reading in the description to open a Google Doc with the transcription of this episode. The idiomatic expressions are in italics. Try to get the meaning from the context and then look them up to see if you were right. If you like it, subscribe, follow, and share, but more importantly, continue the conversation. Drop a comment with your answers to today’s questions! I love hearing from you! The background music is called Floating Whist by Blue Dot.

The mix and master were done by Chuy/Jesús Darío, my sound charolastra

Why did the chicken cross the road? 

Why does anybody cross the road? Why not stay on this side? Things can’t be that bad if others are trying to cross to where you are. Stay. Let them visit and tell you the stories of what is on the other side. Besides, you are safe from foxes here. You don’t want to become a box lunch for those rabid critters. These are the things our clucky friend would hear in the chicken coop every time they brought up their wonder. 

The chicken, who is in fact brave and curious, could not let the false and unfounded responses dictate their destiny. They could hear the other chicken’s lack of awareness and fear. This chicken must. The other side of the road was waiting and oh what a delight to satisfy their curiosity by crossing that dusty road. There must be more than the coop. 

Truly, if you had been there, watching this descendent of the red jungle fowls, you might ask, why not travel up and down that road? Also, have you tried going up, as you have wings. The answer is not complicated.

As Mr. XS sings in the song “Never Tear Us Apart”, we all have wings but some of us don’t know why. I think Mr. XS was talking specifically about our friend the chicken.- 

Domesticated. Exploited. Made to believe they had nothing more to offer than the promise of eggs laid. The chicken didn’t know much, but something would not let them peacefully accept what was tacitly accepted around the coop. Something.

There is always a thing in these stories. And here it is:

The fixation the chicken had about crossing the road was necessary and simply the stepping stone to other possibilities. Most beings need to build towards more lofty goals. We do not eat an apple in just one bite, unless it is those tiny Rokcit apples from New Zealand. Which I hope one day to taste. Please send apples. I’d rather go and pick them myself. I too must cross the street or go down it. On second thought, I should probably fly. That chicken and I have much in common. 

Why did the chicken cross the road? Because they needed to start somewhere. Kind of like Mr. Cocker at the supermarket. The greatest journeys start with putting one foot forward, I hope it is the best one. If you set out to explore the world or learn a new language, there is always a first step, sometimes against the innermost demons. You know the kind, the ones whose voices make you second guess your wishes and abilities, the ones that make you stop before the project has even begun. Stabbing your will to move forward, and the phrase, what’s the point? The death blow. If you aren’t careful, it will make sense.  I bet this is resonating more and more with my unconscious mind. Or is it yours? Continue reading

Hello, Welcome. I’m Renée Valentina and this is Musing Interruptus. Musing Interruptus is a podcast for sharing thoughts and stories and enjoying idiomatic phrases. You can read along; just click on continue reading in the description to open a Google Doc with the transcription of this episode. The idiomatic expressions are in italics. Try to get the meaning from the context and then look them up to see if you were right. If you like it, subscribe, follow, and share, but more importantly, continue the conversation. Drop a comment with your answers to today’s questions! I’m curious! The background music is called Young Buck by Blue Dot.

The mix and master were done by Chuy/Jesús Darío, my sound charolastra

The last one. In Spanish, la última y nos vamos. We all get there if we live long enough. Actually, time is only relevant for the firsts. What I am getting it is more a matter of perception. After a heap of firsts, we come to realize there will be a last. 

I've prided myself in learning at an early age to enjoy the moment. Close my eyes when I listen to music and submit to the chain reaction. Look around the table and feel the love. Laugh extra hard instead of emitting a muffled chortle. Mindful about the good things. I felt like this was my superpower as I was growing up. I knew that nothing would last and that I had better enjoy every moment. 

Of course, I didn’t. I did my best.- Some days, I was great at it; others, I focused on what I didn’t have, the frustration from feeling left out or not getting what I wanted. That can be exquisite. Continue reading

A little regret does us all good. I might be changing my day job soon. It really all hinges on this story. We start out with a little Frank Sinatra and then make our way to a killer vacuum cleaner. This is not only possible it happened and there are AI pictures so you don’t have to imagine all of it. On Musing Interruptus, anything is possible. Listen. Read along. Share your thoughts [with me]. Disclaimer: I am not sponsored nor have I been offered to promote the vacuum cleaner mentioned in this story. I just really, really love mine and I write about things I love. Especially if it is silly. Read along https://tinyurl.com/s3pscrkc 

Musing Interruptus is a podcast for learning idiomatic expressions in different contexts. This is not a textbook. If it were a book, you would read into my soul and bump into creatures from my imagination. Today… Saying goodbye should be taught in school like equations. The ones on the exam are never balanced, much like relationships. The absence of this subject is not felt on account of Fleetwood Mac and  Stevie Nicks; they do it spectacularly. Listen. Read along. https://tinyurl.com/2mu3kdxv

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Hello, Welcome. I’m Renée Valentina and this is Musing Interruptus. Musing Interruptus is a podcast for sharing thoughts and stories and enjoying idiomatic phrases. You can read along; just click on continue reading in the description to open a Google Doc with the transcription of this episode. The idiomatic expressions are in italics. Try to get the meaning from the context and then look them up to see if you were right. If you like it, subscribe, follow, and share, but more importantly, continue the conversation. Drop a comment with your answers to today’s questions! I love hearing from you! The background music is called Matamoscas by Blue Dot.

The mix and master were done by Jesus Darío, my sound partner. 

Today, The Fact of The Matter. 

Since there are many truths, they should each have a name! 

They kinda do, if you turn to idioms. For the record, idiom has a false friend in Spanish, idioma.

An idiom is a phrase that has a different meaning from that of the sum of the meanings of the words in that same phrase. For instance, the idiom when pigs fly means that something is impossible. However, the sum of the words paint the picture of pigs propelling themselves with their curly piggy tails, like early propeller planes. If you ask someone for a favor and they say, when pigs fly, they are not trying to entertain you, they are saying no, never ever, just forget it.

Back to the truth. 

You might get the truth from the source, in that case you would say you got it straight from the horse’s mouth. So you see, this doesn’t mean you actually got information from a horse. But that would be something, to be interrogating a horse, under a hot lamp, with their hooves hooked up to a polygraphy. I’ve never known a horse to lie. I think that a lie detector test is unnecessary. I think you can trust horses to tell you what they think about you. That goes for most of the animal kingdom, except human beings, who tend to lie, pretend, and hide their intentions to get something from you. Not all of them. I know a great deal of very decent and good and basically lovely human beings. I’m lucky that way. Horses are generally good eggs. If I had to wager a guess, I would say that that is the reason we say, straight from the horse's mouth to indicate that information comes from a reliable source.  Continue reading

Hello, Welcome. I’m Renée Valentina and this is Musing Interruptus. Musing Interruptus is a podcast for sharing thoughts and stories and enjoying idiomatic phrases. You can read along; just click on continue reading in the description to open a Google Doc with the transcription of this episode. The idiomatic expressions are in italics. Try to get the meaning from the context and then look them up to see if you were right. If you like it, subscribe, follow, and share, but more importantly, continue the conversation. Drop a comment with your answers to today’s questions! I love hearing from you! The background music is called Sino de Cobre by Blue Dot.

In case you haven’t noticed, I’m an English teacher. I have been an English teacher for 25 beautiful years. One of my favorite topics is “false friends”. I don’t mean people who pretend to like you and spend time with you on false pretenses. The kind you aren’t supposed to love, and regrettably end up giving your heart to—those I don’t like. Every now and again it has happened to me. I’ve had my share. Luckily, today we are going into the world of trickery, one in which we can play silly games just by talking. False friends are words that look or sound the same in two languages. My favorites in English and Spanish are fabric — fábrica, avocado — abogado, actual — actual, agonizing — agonizante, ass — as, brink — brincar, cull — culo, excited — excitado, grit — gritar. Some situations can be inadvertently funny and of course, borderline ridiculous if you misuse false friends. For instance… Continue reading

Hello, Welcome. I’m Renée Valentina and this is Musing Interruptus. Musing Interruptus is a podcast for sharing thoughts and stories and enjoying idiomatic phrases. You can read along; just click on continue reading in the description to open a Google Doc with the transcription of this episode. The idiomatic expressions are in italics. Try to get the meaning from the context and then look them up to see if you were right. If you like it, subscribe, follow, and share, but more importantly, continue the conversation. Drop a comment with your answers to today’s questions! Don’t be shy! The background music is called Vernouillet by Blue Dot. The audio was mixed and mastered by Jesús Darío, my sound charolastra.

Don’t get on the wrong side of crazy or Mexicans. I think the crazy one is self-explanatory. I have extricated myself with the swiftness, grace, and agility of an elephant at William’s Sonoma who was previously spooked by a terrifying jumping spider hiding in a teapot. This is a good reason why we should not open teapots in these types of stores. Had the elephant stuck around, he would have had to pay an awful lot in dinnerware, plates, and glasses… you break it you bought it, Mr. Elephant. That is life. However, there are loads of people who seem to get away with things.  

Why an elephant would go to William’s Sonoma in the first place eludes me. You can order everything online. It is much more efficient that way. Of course, that is not my point at all. Or is it? Getting away from crazy has been an inadvertent pastime of mine. I’m talking about the crazy that won’t get help, by the way. I take no issue with crazy that is in treatment, on principle. Life offers a myriad of choices of hard things to deal with; choose your hard.  Continue reading

Hello, Welcome. I’m Renée Valentina and this is Musing Interruptus. Musing Interruptus is a podcast for sharing thoughts and stories and enjoying idiomatic phrases. You can read along; just click on continue reading in the description to open a Google Doc with the transcription of this episode. The idiomatic expressions are in italics. Try to get the meaning from the context and then look them up to see if you were right. If you like it, subscribe, follow, and share, but more importantly, continue the conversation. Drop a comment with your answers to today’s questions! I love hearing from you! The background music is called Rose Ornamental by Blue Dot.

Children usually abandon their imaginary friends. You heard me, abandon. The sheer amount of movies alerting us to this situation is telling of the magnitude of this issue. You think I’m joking. That’s ok. You’ve been conditioned to believe that. I’m not clear on whether or not we were supposed to stop using our imagination. The people who continue to use it are generally very successful. I wonder why we are asked to stop. Who does it benefit? Why is adulting correlated with rejecting or suppressing that aspect of childhood? Why are societies more tolerant of childlike irresponsibility and carelessness in adults than of imaginary friends?