Monthly Archives: June 2007

Aw Meg, Don’t Be Rude

I’m such a bad little blogger this week. I have a few lame excuses I could throw out there – my last contact ripped and I’ve been squinting through old glasses all week making my right eye twitch annoyingly, I’m at least elbow deep in Harry Potter at all times and can’t really think beyond that, my (alleged) good friend hasn’t called in ages and I’ve been walking around annoyed and unvented for weeks – but really I’ve just been a bit stumped for good Jason Mraz content.

Mraz is off doing the Grand Tour of Europe right now, and this announcement just came down from high:

Jason will be playing intimate venues in Copenhagen, Amsterdam, Nice, Paris AND a house concert in Ootmarsum, Holland. Amsterdam show goes onsale this Saturday, check out the tour section for more info!

Oh, to be in Amsterdam with a big bag of hot chips and zesty mayo stuff right now, a high cheekboned Dutchman on each arm. That would get me out of this funk, and probably out of this skirt too. Ba dum bum!

One happy note this week: the new White Stripes album, Icky Thump, which I listened to for hours upon hours last week, just gets better each time I play it. I may have to put it aside for a while, just so I don’t overindulge, but I’m really excited to see them in Berkeley in September. Rag and bone, baby!

Let’s forget we’re running out of time,


A Bad Typo Is Always a Treat

I love it when big papers make silly mistakes. This one is from the San Francisco Chronicle:

“Without proper planning, cities across the globe face the treat of overwhelming poverty and limited opportunities for youth, said U.N. Population Fund Executive Director Thoraya Ahmed Obaid.”

With any luck, there will be pollution and roving hordes of feral, un-neutered cats, too! Hooray!

Travel the World With Jason Mraz

red phone boothred phone boothI miss England, I really do. I miss Hyde Park and red telephone booths and proper pubs and hearing little English kids in their cute school uniforms say “mummy” and having food described as “nice” but in a way that means “really lovely” and not “meh”.

Reading Jason Mraz’s last journal entry just made me miss it more. He really hits upon the most notable, important parts of English life, including brown sauce, jousting, and zebra crossings (pronounced zeb-rah, not zee-bra, of course).

I’ve never lived in England, I’m not from there or anything, but I’ve spent time traveling there, soaking up the history and the poshness, the crazy rhyming slang and turned up shirt collars, the old school punk attitude and the classic fish and chips. Eh, scratch that last one. Soaking up fish and chips sounds disgusting, and greasy.

My last trip to England was for the sole purpose of visiting my English boy, well, boys (like chips, you can’t have just one), both of whom I met, funny enough, in Australia. Little known fact for Americans, but Australia is full of English people, mostly ages 18-22, who are on holiday or doing a gap year – that’s a year off from their studies, not a year spent wearing denim and khaki. They can see the sun for the first time in yonks and still get their mince pies and and Flake bars, just like home. Plus the English pound is worth something like $43 Aussie dollars, so they can shop and drink and play and skydive and still go home with enough in their pockets to remove whatever horrible tattoo they got in Surfer’s Paradise or BrisVegas.

Didn’t I start out saying something about Jason Mraz? No? Well then I’ll start saying it now: I love Jason’s take on travel. I love his worldliness, his passion for new places and new experiences. I love that he Gets It. I love that he can see the Big Picture, even when he lives in the details. I love knowing that a kid who grew up in a place called Mechanicsville, for goodness sakes, can live the American Dream by risking it all to become a success, without becoming a celebreality whore, that he can walk the line between pop star and prophet, that he can go on an Invisible Microphone World Tour without starting an international incident over the handbag (or manbag) he’s carrying. As my friend Sparky might say, (with an impeccably cute accent) Mraz is a bit of alright.

And you know what makes it all possible? A passport. Get in line for yours today.

I dreamed I went to England and met the Spice Girls there for tea,

Oh, Canadia

I would just like to draw your attention to the post directly below, where in the comments section, Canadian Chris (a.k.a. The Real Chris L) tells me, “Your logical contortionism is impressive.”

Logical contortionism. Ha. Canadians are funny, even when they’re computer programmers.

New Mraz Birthday Blog!

Unfortunately, all it says right now is:
Sorry! an unexpected error has occurred.

This error has been forwarded to MySpace’s technical group.

Lame. And the new entry isn’t on yet because that site seems to lag way behind lately. Let’s hope that Jason has written about whatever life-altering epiphany he experienced by turning 30, because I could use the directions. Or maybe he’ll say that there is no epiphany to be had. That waking up 30 feels much like waking up 29, or even 25, and nobody really cares about that extra year or holds it against you, or puts it in your favor, not even your insurance agent or the guy who figures out your credit score. You get a little more life experience, a little bit closer to figuring out why your parents did what they did and were who they were at your age, and then you eat cake and ice cream.

And in my case, you also get back to work.

Birthday Wishes for Jason Mraz

What do you get for the Prophet who has everything? I wish I knew. It’s especially hard when the Prophet in question isn’t big on material goods. A decent pair of flip flops, a plate of cookies, a sunny, quiet porch for morning yoga – that’s about all he’s ever asked for. The rest is all intangible: health, happiness, world peace. Nothing too complicated.

I wish I had something wise or witty to say about turning 30, but I’m still wearing it in myself. As soon as it feels comfy to me, I’ll let you know.

Happy Birthday, Jason Mraz. You’ve had an impressive past 30 years, and I hope the next 30 just get better.

Happy Birthday, Jason Mraz!

Your 30th birthday can be a bit traumatic, but I’m sure our Prophet Mraz will handle it with grace and dignity, and crazy savings! This just announced:

To celebrate Jason’s 30th birthday this Saturday, we’re giving you 30% off everything* on the online store. Spend $25 or more and you will receive a FREE “I Love Sex” button. *This offer is not valid on CDs/DVDs or the New Items Department. Sale runs June 22 -24 only!

Bake a cake and order a shirt! Woo hoo! Online party time!