Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Moving on (again)

Hello faithful readers. I hate to do this to you again, but I am moving again (and this time hopefully for the last time). I've moved on to a self-hosted Wordpress blog, and you can now find me here:

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Thursday, December 25, 2008

Why I love ABBA

As I was watching Mamma Mia! a few nights ago (and enjoying it immensely - much to my wife's dismay) I was struck again by the power of sound and smell to trigger our best - and sometimes our worst - memories. After the movie, I was left with a deep, satisfying sense of nostalgia that couldn't possibly have been because of Meryl Streep's dance moves. No, there had to be something else behind it. And that got me thinking...

Vacations are sacred, magical times when you are young. For me they came in two varieties. Summer vacations were comforting and consistent: two weeks in the same beach town, year after year, meant for sun, ocean, and the endless highs and lows that come with growing up in the carefree summer bubble of South African beaches (highest high: taking and surviving the most dangerous of waves; lowest low: well, failed romances, of course).

But winter vacations were something completely different. Where summer vacations were all about resting in the known with the same beach community year after year, winter vacations were about long road trips exploring the unknown, endless hours on the road, together as a family, no outsiders allowed. Where summer vacations were for being as useless as possible, winter vacations were for adventure and growing our increasingly inquisitive minds. And what I remember most about winter vacations is how they always got started: very very VERY early.

My Dad was all about hitting the road at 5am. Just on the first day of vacation, mind you - the rest of the time we didn't have quite such a strict schedule. He would say it's about being practical - getting out of the city before traffic picks up, or making sure we hit a certain town before sundown. But I think it was about more than that. I think he liked being on the open road with his family sleeping in the car, the excitement and endless possibility of driving in a new direction under the cover of darkness. Always an explorer at heart, it is one of the strongest senses I inherited from him, and a tie between us that remains unspoken but fully understood. I now think about the many times I had left home - not necessarily in physical darkness, but always with an uncertainty that felt pretty dark to me - and I know that as much as he would have wanted me to stay in town, he understood what I had to do. He understands.

So, at 5am we would all complain and pretend to be upset as we got up and had breakfast, we'd throw our things in my dad's ancient light-green Mercedes - more of a boat than a car, but an extremely comfortable boat to sleep in - and be on our way. Lying in the back seat of that old car in the pre-dawn hours, pretending to sleep but too excited to do so, is one of my fondest memories. I would imagine where we would be by the time the sun came up. Of course I'd studied the map extensively in the weeks before we left, so I knew exactly where we were going. But what would it look like? Where would we sleep tonight? It might be those moments that transformed me into a serial traveler, always looking for the next place to explore. And the image I have of those times is still as fresh as if it happened yesterday: the roof of the Mercedes was lined with a synthetic that had tiny holes in them, very close together, and if you stared at it just right, it would turn into a 3D image that seemed to come out of the roof, close enough to touch, like tiny stars. The road and the car were quiet. But my mind was racing. And as fast as my mind was going, I'm pretty sure my Dad was thinking only one thing behind the wheel: this is what I live for.

Of course, it wasn't all fun and games. My brother is 9 years older than I am, and if you spend that much time on the road, the fights are going to be plentiful and not so far between. I can't remember much about those fights, but I do remember what was usually the only thing that could break them up - music. But that wasn't easy either. Music is serious business in my family. And on long road trips, we broke into 2 clearly defined factions. My parents preferred talk radio or classical music. My brother and I preferred something a little more youthful (for the time): Neil Diamond, Chris de Burgh, Cat Stevens. Sometimes my parents won, and sometimes my brother and I won. But then there was the one band we could all agree to listen to. ABBA. Civilized enough to suit my parents, enough drums and fake electric guitar to suit my brother and I. Oh, ABBA. We would listen to those tapes until they were worn completely through. We would sing along and forget about all our disagreements - in fact, I would venture to say that ABBA became the defining music of our family vacations.

I'm sure you know where I'm going with this. Watching Mamma Mia! is not about the movie at all. It is about a childhood's worth of memories flooding over me all at once like water through a burst dam, and the emotion that comes with it. We all have these memories, and they're triggered by different things - the smell of freshly-cut grass, hearing a jingle from an old TV commercial, a song that played at your high school graduation. You know how it feels.

And it reminds me again of how closely connected we are through our memories, how that which is most personal is most universal, how our humanity and our joy is tied up in the way we were and how that shapes the way we are and can be. And since this is Christmas time and my family is an ocean away, it reminds me of bonds that cannot be broken, bonds strengthened by time together and not broken by time apart. Of traditions we pass on to the new families we create out of nothing, and the bonds that exist not just among us but also with generations past.

And most of all, it reminds me that life is good because of the people we love. So during this time of family and being together, give a little extra love, and maybe start a tradition. Because who knows, generations from now your great-grandson might hear an "old" song from 2008 and be struck silent by a flood of memory you helped create. And so we live on through the people we love.

Oh, and that's why I love ABBA.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Trip to New York City - October 2008

I'm a little late in writing about our trip to New York City in October, but hey, it's been a crazy year.  Anyway, better late than never.  So, it was our first trip to New York - Jess hasn't been there either, so it was great to experience it all together.  The city is, of course, amazing.  What's interesting is that we didn't completely love it.  It was great to see all the sites and experience the immense energy of it all, but after a few days it just became too claustrophobic.  I guess that's what happens if you grow up in a small town...  Below are some images from the experience.

We were in for a huge surprise on the first night.  We were just walking around, and stumbled on Radio City Music Hall - it's a world famous venue for live music and a place where I've always wanted to see a show.  Well, Death Cab For Cutie was playing that night, and while I was taking photos of the outside building, a couple came up to us offering up free tickets to the show.  She is pregnant and didn't want to deal with the loud music.  Thank you very much!!  It was a fantastic show, and turned me into a full-blown, totally obsessed fan of Death Cab...

We spent the next few days being tourists, going to all the sites.  Here are some highlights:

Done with sightseeing, we went about the business of doing fun things and generally being dorks...  First, up, SPAMALOT!  Followed by a stop at the Today Show...

 

And of course, you can always count on Jess...

For the full picture gallery, you can go to http://rianvdm.smugmug.com/gallery/6217539_VSQpT

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Recommended music: Justin Nozuka

Another great find - check out Justin Nozuka's album Holly.  Good Sunday night music...

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Recommended music: A Fine Frenzy

After a couple of weeks listening to the mellow perfect-for-Sunday-nights One Cell In The Sea by A Fine Frenzy, I still can't stop listening to it.  Beautiful voice, stunning melodies, simple musicality.  Love it.  You can listen to some clips below, and also buy it on Amazon MP3.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

When cakes go wrong

I was rudely awakened from a very peaceful Sunday afternoon nap on the couch when Jess burst out into the kind of uncontrollable laughter she usually reserves for her favorite scenes in "The Office".  I was going to be all mad about it, until she showed me what was going on.  She found a site dedicated to professional cakes gone wrong, and I have to tell you that it is hilarious and now another one of my favorites.

You have to head over to http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com and check it out for yourself, but here is just one of the many gems you'll find there:

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Three guesses what the customer asked for...

Thursday, August 14, 2008

The ups and downs of love

I'm allowed to indulge in a little inside humor every once in a while, right?  For all you South Africans out there, here's a note that was apparently picked up off the floor in a 4th-grade classroom...

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Saturday, August 09, 2008

New Nike Ad: Courage

This is the best ad I've seen in a long time...

Monday, August 04, 2008

How "not" to use quotation marks

I have to share one of my new favorite blogs with you.  The "Blog" of "Unnecessary" Quotation Marks is dedicated to finding signs where quotation marks are used incorrectly, usually with pretty funny consequences, like the ones below:

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I guess "non-toxic" is used loosely in this case?  And how is someone in "Labor" -- is that for fakers??

This is a personal pet peeve of mine (along with incorrect usage of the apostrophe), so I am eternally grateful to this blogger for her dedication.  It makes me feel better.  Ok, here are a couple more, because I can't help myself:

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