Dear Nancy Hascall,
After about 11 years, I'm leaving the handbell choir at the First United Methodist Church at the Chicago Temple because my husband and I are relocating to Massachusetts for a job. This Sunday is my last Sunday of ringing with them, and in honor of that I got to choose the song we're playing. I chose your composition "Gethsemane."
This is actually the third time I've played this piece with the choir, and I absolutely love it. I first rang it at the D & E-5 slot. Then I moved to F & G-5, where I currently stand. When we pulled this song out again, it was funny--my muscles remembered exactly what to do, and before my standmate could think about turning the first page, I'd already instinctively flipped it.
I love how this song feels like Lent. Its quiet beginning, the tumult of Christ praying in the Garden of Gethsemane, and the acceptance of His impending death. It's one of the few songs I've played that emotionally exhausts me. In the middle of the piece, after a few measures of clashing chords that are resolved through dampening certain bells, I feel a strange, yet exhilarating relief. It's not a difficult section for me--it's just that I get so charged up by the emotion of the music, and I feel glad that I can quietly sink back into a moving melody line that shifts into a meditation.
It's a really beautiful piece to play, and the music captures the feelings you had beautifully. I just wanted to say thanks for writing it.
Your pal,
Jill
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
More Support!
Dear Oz,
I'm cleaning out my drawers and found a few more bras I could send your way.
Keep up the good work!
Your pal,
Jill
***************
Ladies,
It's time for spring cleaning! A few months ago, I read an article about Support 1000, an organization that collects bras and donates them to women's shelters, teen girls' programs....places where there are women in need of bras.
In need of bras? Isn't that just a basic? True, but as you know, a good bra can be expensive. Even if you're talking about a $20 bra, if you want a full week's worth, you've got to cash out $140 (plus sales tax). When you're poor, that's a heck of a lot of money. Even the $10 bra adds up pretty quickly. If your choice is a drawer of bras or food for the week, I'd bet a lot of people choose food.
Please take a few minutes to go through your collection--if you've got bras in good condition that don't fit anymore (and I personally just owned up to the fact that some of mine are probably never going to fit, so I shouldn't keep them around), send them to Support1000. They'll be greatly appreciated!
Your pal,
Jill
I'm cleaning out my drawers and found a few more bras I could send your way.
Keep up the good work!
Your pal,
Jill
***************
Ladies,
It's time for spring cleaning! A few months ago, I read an article about Support 1000, an organization that collects bras and donates them to women's shelters, teen girls' programs....places where there are women in need of bras.
In need of bras? Isn't that just a basic? True, but as you know, a good bra can be expensive. Even if you're talking about a $20 bra, if you want a full week's worth, you've got to cash out $140 (plus sales tax). When you're poor, that's a heck of a lot of money. Even the $10 bra adds up pretty quickly. If your choice is a drawer of bras or food for the week, I'd bet a lot of people choose food.
Please take a few minutes to go through your collection--if you've got bras in good condition that don't fit anymore (and I personally just owned up to the fact that some of mine are probably never going to fit, so I shouldn't keep them around), send them to Support1000. They'll be greatly appreciated!
Your pal,
Jill
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Your Strongest Life?
Dear Marcus Buckingham,
This letter is really overdue, and I apologize. I received a free copy of your book Find Your Strongest Life: What the Happiest and Most Successful Women Do Differently as part of a blogger review project. I was supposed to read it, blog about it, and tell your PR rep. Then maybe my words would encourage some of my massive readership to purchase your book.
Problem is, I can't finish your book. I've tried, but I just can't do it.
How come? I mean, I know you want to help women, and I sort of wanted to be helped at the time, so I thought it would be fitting. However, the whole "Strong Life Test" you advocate using just didn't work for me.
Why? Well, first of all, this test online only. I was reading the book in bed, and when I got to the test portion, I couldn't read any further. Unless I got up and turned on my computer to take said test, I wouldn't know what type I was. Ultimately, it was easier to put the book down and not pick it back up again. Because basically? The message I got was to take a few minutes and think about what you really like doing, why you like it, and try to make your life fit into the things that turn you on. I didn't really need to read another hundred pages or so to supposedly flesh that out more for me.
As part of the book launch, I sat through one of your webinars. I finished up the call by asking why you put the test online. You said it was because of the social media factor and that today, everybody loves sharing everything. OK, that's a legitimate point. However (since I really didn't feel like getting into it on the call, I didn't keep pressing the issue), if I had actually purchased this book, I'd be really upset that the big test you talk about isn't included in it.
Let's talk about this test for a moment. It's 23 questions long. In just 23 questions, you're able to suss out which one of nine "Lead Roles" I had, plus give me a "Supporting Role." In 23 questions! I don't know how you do it, but I can tell you that I don't buy it. Maybe it's because I had problems picking answers to the questions, because although there are aspects of "Motivator" and "Advisor" in me, I'm more of a Creator--and none of the questions in the test really seemed to fit around your description of a "Creator." Perhaps I'm missing something--if so, my "Supporting Role" should be "Moron."
To be sure, you do say on p.101:
I don't know, Marcus. You're a New York Times best-selling author. You've got yourself a successful career with a book deal, which is more than I can say (though I am pretty successful). I'm just not sure that this particular book is anything to crow about--the book didn't do anything for me, and I don't think it'll do anything more for anyone else that a Cosmo quiz can't do (well, a Cosmo quiz will help you find your strongest sex life, but I'm talking about those magazine quizzes in general). And Cosmo costs way less!
As your book jacket proclaims, "It's time for you to live a stronger life. Your best life. The life you deserve." Well, the life I deserve is filled with books--but definitely not this one.
Maybe one day our paths will cross, and we'll be able to happily blab about our strong lives and put this nasty book experience behind us. That might be more fun--you were pretty damn charming on the phone.
Your pal,
Jill
This letter is really overdue, and I apologize. I received a free copy of your book Find Your Strongest Life: What the Happiest and Most Successful Women Do Differently as part of a blogger review project. I was supposed to read it, blog about it, and tell your PR rep. Then maybe my words would encourage some of my massive readership to purchase your book.
Problem is, I can't finish your book. I've tried, but I just can't do it.
How come? I mean, I know you want to help women, and I sort of wanted to be helped at the time, so I thought it would be fitting. However, the whole "Strong Life Test" you advocate using just didn't work for me.
Why? Well, first of all, this test online only. I was reading the book in bed, and when I got to the test portion, I couldn't read any further. Unless I got up and turned on my computer to take said test, I wouldn't know what type I was. Ultimately, it was easier to put the book down and not pick it back up again. Because basically? The message I got was to take a few minutes and think about what you really like doing, why you like it, and try to make your life fit into the things that turn you on. I didn't really need to read another hundred pages or so to supposedly flesh that out more for me.
As part of the book launch, I sat through one of your webinars. I finished up the call by asking why you put the test online. You said it was because of the social media factor and that today, everybody loves sharing everything. OK, that's a legitimate point. However (since I really didn't feel like getting into it on the call, I didn't keep pressing the issue), if I had actually purchased this book, I'd be really upset that the big test you talk about isn't included in it.
Let's talk about this test for a moment. It's 23 questions long. In just 23 questions, you're able to suss out which one of nine "Lead Roles" I had, plus give me a "Supporting Role." In 23 questions! I don't know how you do it, but I can tell you that I don't buy it. Maybe it's because I had problems picking answers to the questions, because although there are aspects of "Motivator" and "Advisor" in me, I'm more of a Creator--and none of the questions in the test really seemed to fit around your description of a "Creator." Perhaps I'm missing something--if so, my "Supporting Role" should be "Moron."
To be sure, you do say on p.101:
Of course, your test results will not define you completely--there's a good deal more fine-tuning you'll want to do on your own to add detail and specificity. But what the test will do is show you where to start your search for a strong life.Really? Well, give me another reason to put the book down!
I don't know, Marcus. You're a New York Times best-selling author. You've got yourself a successful career with a book deal, which is more than I can say (though I am pretty successful). I'm just not sure that this particular book is anything to crow about--the book didn't do anything for me, and I don't think it'll do anything more for anyone else that a Cosmo quiz can't do (well, a Cosmo quiz will help you find your strongest sex life, but I'm talking about those magazine quizzes in general). And Cosmo costs way less!
As your book jacket proclaims, "It's time for you to live a stronger life. Your best life. The life you deserve." Well, the life I deserve is filled with books--but definitely not this one.
Maybe one day our paths will cross, and we'll be able to happily blab about our strong lives and put this nasty book experience behind us. That might be more fun--you were pretty damn charming on the phone.
Your pal,
Jill
Monday, March 8, 2010
Razzle Snoozle 'Em Oscars?
Dear Academy of Motion Picture Arts & Sciences,
Congratulations on another successful awards! How exciting was it to honor such great talent? The first female "Best Director"! Jeff Bridges! Sandra Bullock! Mo'Nique! Christoph Waltz! It was really a great year for performances, wasn't it?
Performances on the Big Screen, I mean. Because your little awards show? Not so great. Maybe you won't believe me because I'm sure the folks in charge will be nominated for an Emmy, and Hollywood seems to be filled with yes men and women, but let me tell you: As an Oscars junkie, this is the first time I've ever been to an Oscar party where a person fell asleep during the show. Granted, I wasn't hosting, but that's beside the point. Moreover, I didn't blame this woman for falling asleep, because, um, it was a touch boring.
Boring? You might ask. Boring?! Not with that stunning Bob Mackie-esque stage! Sadly, the set was probably the best thing about the show, other than some surprising winners. Have we not learned that interpretive dance numbers make for cruel mockery? Or is that what you were going for? I didn't know my jaw could stay open that long until I saw breakdancing to classical-type soundtracks. A-mazing. And I don't really mean that in a nice way.
But beyond the substandard opening number and the strange dance number interpreting the best score nominees, the rest of the show was plain boring. You had double the hosts, so shouldn't that mean double the talent? Apparently not. Most of the "jokes" and "one-liners" (I have a hard time even classifying them as jokes) fell massively flat. How is that possible with the number of talented writers you had on staff? Bruce Vilanch! Dave Barry! Who was responsible for taking out the funny?
Maybe you had too many writers. Maybe you were trying to be a little conservative and thought, "The more, the merrier." I'd like to remind you that in this year's case, the adage was, "Too many cooks spoil the broth," which, in an Oscar setting translates to, "Too many writers spoils the punchline."
It cannot be that difficult to write clever jokes and songs, while treating the movies in a classy manner! If you're having trouble finding good help, I'll gladly offer my services. I've been a freelance writer for just over two years, and film writing is on my resume. I've even written a kick-ass script for an awards presentation following a community theatre production of "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat" that had everyone rolling. Rolling!
Wouldn't you love George Clooney rolling in the aisles at your next Oscars? He hardly cracked a smile last night. Hire me to help write your next show, and I guarantee that I'll get genuine laughter out of everyone (even the foreigners! I speak German too!).
Make your next Oscars something that the world won't complain about. You can do it. I can help!
Your pal,
Jill
P.S.--You forgot to remember Farah Fawcett's passing. How'd that happen? She had a crazy good performance in "The Apostle" back in 1997.
Congratulations on another successful awards! How exciting was it to honor such great talent? The first female "Best Director"! Jeff Bridges! Sandra Bullock! Mo'Nique! Christoph Waltz! It was really a great year for performances, wasn't it?
Performances on the Big Screen, I mean. Because your little awards show? Not so great. Maybe you won't believe me because I'm sure the folks in charge will be nominated for an Emmy, and Hollywood seems to be filled with yes men and women, but let me tell you: As an Oscars junkie, this is the first time I've ever been to an Oscar party where a person fell asleep during the show. Granted, I wasn't hosting, but that's beside the point. Moreover, I didn't blame this woman for falling asleep, because, um, it was a touch boring.
Boring? You might ask. Boring?! Not with that stunning Bob Mackie-esque stage! Sadly, the set was probably the best thing about the show, other than some surprising winners. Have we not learned that interpretive dance numbers make for cruel mockery? Or is that what you were going for? I didn't know my jaw could stay open that long until I saw breakdancing to classical-type soundtracks. A-mazing. And I don't really mean that in a nice way.
But beyond the substandard opening number and the strange dance number interpreting the best score nominees, the rest of the show was plain boring. You had double the hosts, so shouldn't that mean double the talent? Apparently not. Most of the "jokes" and "one-liners" (I have a hard time even classifying them as jokes) fell massively flat. How is that possible with the number of talented writers you had on staff? Bruce Vilanch! Dave Barry! Who was responsible for taking out the funny?
Maybe you had too many writers. Maybe you were trying to be a little conservative and thought, "The more, the merrier." I'd like to remind you that in this year's case, the adage was, "Too many cooks spoil the broth," which, in an Oscar setting translates to, "Too many writers spoils the punchline."
It cannot be that difficult to write clever jokes and songs, while treating the movies in a classy manner! If you're having trouble finding good help, I'll gladly offer my services. I've been a freelance writer for just over two years, and film writing is on my resume. I've even written a kick-ass script for an awards presentation following a community theatre production of "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat" that had everyone rolling. Rolling!
Wouldn't you love George Clooney rolling in the aisles at your next Oscars? He hardly cracked a smile last night. Hire me to help write your next show, and I guarantee that I'll get genuine laughter out of everyone (even the foreigners! I speak German too!).
Make your next Oscars something that the world won't complain about. You can do it. I can help!
Your pal,
Jill
P.S.--You forgot to remember Farah Fawcett's passing. How'd that happen? She had a crazy good performance in "The Apostle" back in 1997.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
My Story in Four Wheels
Dear Land Rover,
When I was at the Chicago Auto Show the other week, I saw the Land Rover Autobiography, and I thought, Boy, that's about the dumbest name for a car I've ever heard of! And we've got some dumb names out there now. Take, for instance, the Ford Fiesta, which sadly, does not have a built-in pinata holder. And the Suzuki Equator, which does not bulge in the middle. Or the Mercury Mariner, which is not one of those amphibious vehicles you can actually sail, thereby really manning a ship.
In my book, the Autobiography was right up there with these cars. It didn't roll off the tongue nicely, it didn't sound very car-like. Then I read that the Autobiography was super-customized, allowing the owner to pick out nearly every feature, and then the name made sense (still doesn't roll off the tongue, but it makes sense). It also seems perfectly American--instead of bothering to take the time to write your own autobiography, just design a car. We love our cars--sometimes they say more about us than we do.
Now that I have a car to aspire to own, let me ask you this: What sorts of features do female, blue-streaked brunettes choose on their Autobiographies? How about petite writers who have a nasty habit of chewing their fingernails and are habitually late for everything? Let me know--once I write my autobiography, I'll be buying an Autobiography to do my book tour (how awesome would that be?!). I'd like to start picking out the features now...and saving my pennies so that I can get the finest car that defines me.
Thanks for your help!
Your pal,
Jill
When I was at the Chicago Auto Show the other week, I saw the Land Rover Autobiography, and I thought, Boy, that's about the dumbest name for a car I've ever heard of! And we've got some dumb names out there now. Take, for instance, the Ford Fiesta, which sadly, does not have a built-in pinata holder. And the Suzuki Equator, which does not bulge in the middle. Or the Mercury Mariner, which is not one of those amphibious vehicles you can actually sail, thereby really manning a ship.
In my book, the Autobiography was right up there with these cars. It didn't roll off the tongue nicely, it didn't sound very car-like. Then I read that the Autobiography was super-customized, allowing the owner to pick out nearly every feature, and then the name made sense (still doesn't roll off the tongue, but it makes sense). It also seems perfectly American--instead of bothering to take the time to write your own autobiography, just design a car. We love our cars--sometimes they say more about us than we do.
Now that I have a car to aspire to own, let me ask you this: What sorts of features do female, blue-streaked brunettes choose on their Autobiographies? How about petite writers who have a nasty habit of chewing their fingernails and are habitually late for everything? Let me know--once I write my autobiography, I'll be buying an Autobiography to do my book tour (how awesome would that be?!). I'd like to start picking out the features now...and saving my pennies so that I can get the finest car that defines me.
Thanks for your help!
Your pal,
Jill
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
The Line Between Wacky and Odd
Dear Southern Comfort,
Normally, I like me some offbeat advertising. The Robert Goulet (may he rest in peace) ads for Emerald Nuts? Brilliant! The Old Spice ads with Bruce Campbell, followed up by their new "Smell Like a Man, Man" campaign? Genius!
But your latest ad campaign? The "Ready, Set, Go Out" one? Well, frankly, it scares the shit out of me.
I don't know what it is--the freaky minor music or the random images that sometimes seem totally disconnected. I mean, will I turn into a scary monster if I drink SoCo? I'm kind of a bitch already--I'd hate to think I can drink a potion that would help enhance that.
On the other hand, if SoCo can turn me into the girl who can pull off a fun, flirty party dress, then pour me a round!
Your pal,
Jill
Normally, I like me some offbeat advertising. The Robert Goulet (may he rest in peace) ads for Emerald Nuts? Brilliant! The Old Spice ads with Bruce Campbell, followed up by their new "Smell Like a Man, Man" campaign? Genius!
But your latest ad campaign? The "Ready, Set, Go Out" one? Well, frankly, it scares the shit out of me.
I don't know what it is--the freaky minor music or the random images that sometimes seem totally disconnected. I mean, will I turn into a scary monster if I drink SoCo? I'm kind of a bitch already--I'd hate to think I can drink a potion that would help enhance that.
On the other hand, if SoCo can turn me into the girl who can pull off a fun, flirty party dress, then pour me a round!
Your pal,
Jill
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
On Adopting Earlier
Let's start today's blog with a little broadcast message to every consumer product marketer out there:
I lie on your surveys. I'm not an early adopter. I'm not even a semi-early adopter. I want to be, but that (a) takes more money than I have and (b) a desire to shop. Especially for things I don't need (or "need," depending on the amount of money I do have at any given time).
Why lie? Well, it makes me feel better. You marketers of new products like early adopters. I like you to like me. Even if it takes me forever to buy your product--if I ever buy it in the first place.
Sorry, but that's life (which is what you say when you discontinue my favorite products).
Your pal,
Jill
BUT, I'd like to follow that up with an open letter to Apple:
Dear Apple.
Please release the new PowerBooks! NOW! My computer is so unbearably slow, and I'm desperate (DESPERATE) to replace it!
[And I'm not just saying that because I can no longer watch video streaming and the Boy is tired of me borrowing his computer so I can catch up on my reality TV-watching.]
Let me know when the new model's on its way so that I can plan to adopt it on Day One of its release.
Why don't I just buy a new one now, you ask? Well, last time I bought, the new model with the Intel chip came out within a few months. Without that Intel chip, I haven't been able to do some really important things, like watch online videos from Olympics.
I'm not falling for that again! I have patience this time to wait it out for the new model....hopefully my little G4 has enough too.
Your pal,
Jill
I lie on your surveys. I'm not an early adopter. I'm not even a semi-early adopter. I want to be, but that (a) takes more money than I have and (b) a desire to shop. Especially for things I don't need (or "need," depending on the amount of money I do have at any given time).
Why lie? Well, it makes me feel better. You marketers of new products like early adopters. I like you to like me. Even if it takes me forever to buy your product--if I ever buy it in the first place.
Sorry, but that's life (which is what you say when you discontinue my favorite products).
Your pal,
Jill
BUT, I'd like to follow that up with an open letter to Apple:
Dear Apple.
Please release the new PowerBooks! NOW! My computer is so unbearably slow, and I'm desperate (DESPERATE) to replace it!
[And I'm not just saying that because I can no longer watch video streaming and the Boy is tired of me borrowing his computer so I can catch up on my reality TV-watching.]
Let me know when the new model's on its way so that I can plan to adopt it on Day One of its release.
Why don't I just buy a new one now, you ask? Well, last time I bought, the new model with the Intel chip came out within a few months. Without that Intel chip, I haven't been able to do some really important things, like watch online videos from Olympics.
I'm not falling for that again! I have patience this time to wait it out for the new model....hopefully my little G4 has enough too.
Your pal,
Jill
Monday, March 1, 2010
Stymied by the Name
Dear Jacques Rogge,
What a Games! From the beauty of Vancouver and Whistler to the tragic death of Georgian luger Nodar Kumaritashvili, it was an amazing two weeks of winter sports.
As someone who feels a bit sloppy most of the time, I enjoyed watching you throughout the Opening and Closing Ceremonies. You're so put together and classy--the way you carry yourself, the way you speak...I mean, I'm sure you think your behavior is typical for a count, but me? Let's just say I've learned a lot from you.
I'm dying to know though--and you can tell me--aren't you a little tired of people getting your name wrong? I was present when Chicago's Mayor Daley persisted in calling you "Jacques Ro-gay." And then John Furlong, who I would think would know better after working with you for several years, kept saying "Jacques Rug." Though he kind of bungled "au revoir" too.
I, of all people, understand. My own Polish name is butchered constantly (though I would imagine many Poles would cringe at the Americanization we've done to it). Still, you're a prominent figure. You're a rogue guy! Rogue Rogge! If we all can learn how to pronounce Schwarzenegger, we can surely get Rogge, no?
Let's hope the folks in London figure it out!
Your pal,
Jill
What a Games! From the beauty of Vancouver and Whistler to the tragic death of Georgian luger Nodar Kumaritashvili, it was an amazing two weeks of winter sports.
As someone who feels a bit sloppy most of the time, I enjoyed watching you throughout the Opening and Closing Ceremonies. You're so put together and classy--the way you carry yourself, the way you speak...I mean, I'm sure you think your behavior is typical for a count, but me? Let's just say I've learned a lot from you.
I'm dying to know though--and you can tell me--aren't you a little tired of people getting your name wrong? I was present when Chicago's Mayor Daley persisted in calling you "Jacques Ro-gay." And then John Furlong, who I would think would know better after working with you for several years, kept saying "Jacques Rug." Though he kind of bungled "au revoir" too.
I, of all people, understand. My own Polish name is butchered constantly (though I would imagine many Poles would cringe at the Americanization we've done to it). Still, you're a prominent figure. You're a rogue guy! Rogue Rogge! If we all can learn how to pronounce Schwarzenegger, we can surely get Rogge, no?
Let's hope the folks in London figure it out!
Your pal,
Jill
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