my favorite chords

march is my favorite month
even though it is often blustery & unpredictable
it means the end of winter & the start of spring
also, my birthday is in march! (when i deleted my facebook the other day, i wondered how many of my friends would remember my birthday... oh well)

sometimes it is fun to just sit and think about things that are your favorite
favorites are things that you love to have around
things that don't always fit into the "norm" of what you normally like
but they are extra special
sometimes for no reason something becomes a favorite.

i have 2 favorite sweaters/hoodies that i wear around the house
one is white with a design in a baby pink color. it has monkeys on it, and some weird "beach" catch phrase or something. the sleeves are too short, the letters are falling off, it's kind of ugly quite frankly, but i love it. it's my favorite.
it reminds me of being in florida with my family.
on that trip, i was determined to buy a white hoodie, because "i needed it"
so my dad & i started hunting through the stores until voila!
we stumbled upon this white hoodie. with an ugly design. and it wasn't the right size (hence the sleeves that are too short) but we had hunted everywhere, and there was something strangely endearing about it. so my dad bought it for me. and i love wearing it. normally i put it on as soon as i get home from work.
my other favorite is this turquoise "sweater" (like a hoodie with no hood) with 3 reindeer on the front, in christmas stockings, holding a banner that says "seasons greetings" and they are that plasticy, bubbly kind of substance.. very 90's. i got it at a thrift store & it is soooo soft. it is definitely a favorite, and when i'm not wearing the white hoodie, i'm wearing the turquoise one.

another favorite. electronic sudoku. for whatever reason, i can play that for hours.

tv shows about designers & fashion. when quite honestly, i can NOT design, i don't really care that much about fashion, AND often i disagree with the judges. regardless, i love watching those shows, much to the dismay of my hubby.

another favorite (that actually got me thinking about this topic) is the band "the weakerthans"
they are a winnipeg band, and I have liked them since i was introduced to them in grade 10. i have seen them play live about 5 times, and one time was this special "extra" show that they put on. there were only 50 of us in the venue (which felt like sitting in a big living room) and my friends & i snuggled up on a blanket on the floor & soaked up the poetic lyrics, soothing guitar & unique voices of the band. whenever i listen to them i feel like i'm on a roadtrip, driving in the car with all of my favorite people sleeping peacefully while i hum along. or i feel like cozying up on a couch with a big fleecy blanket, watching the snow fall & sipping peppermint mochas. it stirs up memories of highschool & sod. it gets me thinking about what exactly the lyrics mean (they are poetic & often mysterious). and almost always inspires me to write poetry again. (or continue writing i suppose)

favorites. wonderful favorites. what are yours?

here are the lyrics of one of my favorite weakerthans songs. fittingly titled "my favorite chords"

they're tearing up streets again, they're building a new hotel
the mayors out killing kids to keep taxes down
me & my anger sit, folding a paper bird
letting the curtains turn to beating wings
wish i had a socket set to dismantle this morning
just one pair of clean socks, & a photo of you.


when you get off work tonight, meet me at the construction site
we'll write some notes to tape to the heavy machines
like "we hope they treat you well" "hope you don't work too hard"
"we hope you get to be happy sometimes"
bring your swiss army knife & a bottle of something
i'll bring some spraypaint & a new deck of cards


hey i found the safest place, to keep all our tenderness
keep all those bad ideas, keep all our hope
it's here in the smallest bones, the feet & the inner ear
it's such an enormous thing, to walk & to listen
and i'd like to fall asleep to the beat of you breathing
in a room near a truckstop on a highway somewhere


you are a radio, you are an open door
i am a faulty string of blue christmas lights
you swim through frequencies, you let that stranger in
as i'm blinking off & on, and off again
we've got a lot of time. or maybe we don't.
i'd like to think so... so let me pretend.


these are my favorite chords, i know you like them too
when i get a new guitar, you can have this one
sing me a lullaby, sing me the alphabet
sing me a story I haven't heard yet.