In my dream, I was marrying Isaac (whom, in real life, I married in 1988 and divorced in 1998). I think Emily & Tim were the officiating High Priestess and High Priest.

There were two large picnic-style blankets laid out in the center, and I was behind one and Isaac behind the other, standing at the long end facing each other. On a signal, the HPS & HP ran around the blankets to the space between them, and then on the next signal, Isaac and I went to the short end and flopped onto our backs, so we were laying on blankets, side by side with the HPS & HP between us. Then they began the ceremony looking down at us.

That was very strange.

1. My Father—Judy Collins (The Best of Judy Collins)
2. Which Way Does That Old Pony Run—Lyle Lovett (Lyle Lovett & His Large Band)
3. Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood—Yusef (An Other Cup)
4. Innocent Not Guilty—Garland Jeffreys (Times Square: Soundtrack)
5. Know Now Then—Ani DiFranco (Up Up Up Up Up Up)
6. Sweet Toxic Love-Deliverance—Culture Club (At Worse…The Best of Boy George & Culture Club)
7. Sweet Baby James—James Taylor (Sweet Baby James)
8. Turn Turn Turn—Judy Collins (The Best of Judy Collins)
9. Sunny Skies—James Taylor (Sweet Baby James)
10. Under the Milky Way—The Church (Living in Oblivion: The 80s Greatest Hits, Volume 1)

Bonus: Manhattan—Ella Fitzgerald (Kissing Jessica Stein: Soundtrack)

Bizarrely repetitive day.

Have a happy and random holiday celebration.

1. Young Blood—Rickie Lee Jones
2. I Wanna Be Sedated—The Ramones
3. Free Yourself—The Untouchables
4. That’s Right (You’re Not from Texas)—Lyle Lovett
5. Night Train—Steve Winwood
6. Ya Got Trouble—The Music Man
7. We Care a Lot—Faith No More
8. Someone to Watch Over Me—Nancy Wilson
9. Round Eye Blues—Marah
10. Pretty Boys—Joe Jackson

Bonus Track: Babylon is Burning—The Ruts

1. Little Green — Joni Mitchell: Except the sound was screwed up, so now I have to figure out if I need to remove and re-upload this one.
2. Whispers from a Spiritual Garden — Yusef
3. Louisiana 1927 — Randy Newman
4. My Romance — Michael Feinstein
5. Know Now Then — Ani DiFranco
6. El Matador — Los Fabulosos Cadillacs: I had no idea this thing was on my iPod. Turns out it’s from the soundtrack of Grosse Point Blank, which is continually rewarding.
7. Don’t Touch My Hat — Lyle Lovett
8. Come Away With Me — Norah Jones: I almost want to remove this one, it’s so familiar and so beloved that it lacks something of the surprise and delight of using shuffle.
9. I Was Doing All Right — Annie Ross: Another one I didn’t know I had.
10. Farewell to Tarwathie — Judy Collins: I swear to the gods, I thought I removed this from my iPod already. It’s lovely, but not really iPod music, y’know?

1. Willow Weep for Me — Billie Holiday
2. Bye, Bye Baby — The Commitments (soundtrack)
3. Goldeneye — Tina Turner
4. Precious — The Pretenders
5. Medley: Hold Me Tight/Lazy Dynamite/Hands of Love/Power Cut — Paul McCartney & Wings
6. Summer in Ohio — Five Years Later (soundtrack)
7. Time and Time Again — Counting Crows
8. Suffer to Sing the Blues — David Bromberg
9. Winterlude — Bob Dylan
10. Someone to Watch Over Me — Nancy Wilson

An exceptionally satisfying selection.

Ooh! I’ve had my iPod a whole ‘nother week!

1. Touch Me Fall — Indigo Girls (which wasn’t really on shuffle, apparently shuffle had turned off and I didn’t realize it, so then I turned shuffle back on and got…)
2. Crazy Baby — Joan Osborne (which actually started boring me, so I did that shake-it-up thing and got…)
3. Fast As You Can — Fiona Apple
4. Hey Baby…So Sad — New Skin
5. Bitch — Meredith Brooks
6. It’s Only Money, Tyrone — Marah
7. Romeo and Juliet — Indigo Girls
8. Touch Me Fall — Indigo Girls (so that was really not okay, so I shook it up again, and got…)
9. Willy — Joni Mitchell
10 Take This Town — XTC

So, not exactly a lot of variety today, but a lot of really good songs.

I got an iPod! I can now join the rest of the blogosphere in posting a random ten. Let’s see if it works out. I’m still figuring out how to use this thing, what songs I want loaded on it, and so on. I’ve mostly loaded whole CDs so far, so my 3 gig of music isn’t as varied as you might imagine.

1. It Ain’t Necessarily So — Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong
2. Tossin’ and Turning’ — Bobby Lewis
3. Aisha Duo — Amanda (songs #2 & 3 are brought to you by “I own this? Really?”)
4. Shiksa Goddess — The Last Five Years, original soundtrack
5. Culture Club — Generations of Love
6. Amazing Grace — Judy Collins (brought to you by “not really energizing at the office”)
7. Slang Teacher — Wide Boy Awake
8. Live and Let Die — Guns n’ Roses
9. Alison Krause — Down to the River and Pray, soundtrack to O Brother Where Art Thou?
10. She’s Got You — Patsy Cline

A lot more country and show than my usual mix, but that’s shuffle for you. I can’t seem to find a way to show the list that’s actually in the shuffle; I don’t know what the next song will be until it starts, which isn’t great.

I dreamt I was speeding. I have no idea what it means. I looked at my speedometer and saw it was at 170 mph. I had to work to get it down to 80, and when I looked it was up to 100. It was hard to slow down.

It’s weird seeing numbers in dreams at all. I’m sure this is deeply significant, but it eludes me.

Every night I wash my face: I rinse with warm water, then I lather up, rubbing my face with the foamy stuff, then I splash with water until I’ve rinsed off all the lather. Then one night, a few weeks ago, it occurred to me to do it differently: I lathered and rubbed, then splashed and rubbed some more, and did that a few times before completely rinsing off.

My face was much cleaner.

This completely blew my mind. I’ve been washing my face, which is, I think we can agree, kind of a basic function of living, the wrong way?

Now, I know you’re all going to launch into a grooming discussion in comments, but what fascinates me is how we learn imperfectly. We think we know how to do something that we were never taught per se, or taught perfunctorily, or only taught once. I’m trying to remember why I changed it a few weeks ago, and I think I had a visual memory of someone washing their face with the additional rubbing on TV. Until I accidentally accessed that memory, I had simply not learned. I thought I had learned, but I had not.

As someone responsible for one-on-one training of Pagans, this strikes a deep chord in me. It is my responsibility to train my students in my tradition of Wicca. And I do find, years later, that they’re doing some odd thing they shouldn’t be doing, some odd thing they failed to learn or I failed to teach.

But I feel like I’ve stumbled upon something about being human. We all learn imperfectly, all the time. We think we know how to do things, or that our jury-rigged version of how to do things is simply the way it’s done. I’m staggered by the imperfection of what we know and what we think we know.