Where You Lead I Will Follow. Gilmore Girls Finale

All recorded on 15 May 2007

6:30 pm 30 minutes to go. I have a feeling I might be disappointed. I am trying not to be pessimistic. Twins are getting rocked by the Indians 6-2 in the first. Brutal. Almost as brutal as Jason Kubel.

6:37: Amy Sherman-Palladino (A-SP) looks like Linda Perry i her 4 non blondes phase. which now I have their one hit wonder in my head ("Twenty-five years and my life is still, Trying to get that great big liter of hope and for inspriation ....")

6:55: Five minutes to go. In a bit of denial that I'm not watching it with my BFF DZ. We had Tuesday night rituals (although she doesn't like the term rituals) throughout college. Her, I, Rory and Lorelai. No boys. No booze. Just us laughing and gasping at theh "ohmiGod" moments.

7:00: And now here it goes. The finale. The "La-la-la-LAAA-la" song @ the Dragonfly. Chrisitna Amanpour.
Rory's idol and who she would like to become. Nice.

7:04: Final theme song. Like Carole King songs, but not so much Carole King's voice.

7:08: Logan and the rocket. Never liked Logan. Never disliked him either. Did like his last name Huntzberger. Liked Jess the most. I want Jess. Jess Mariano. Steal him from Heroes their season finale is over. And they get to come on next season unlike The Girls. And while you are at it get him and Alexis B (Rory) back together in real life. I'm wishing for a Jess cameo right now, although the odds of this happening are one in a million. (So you're saying there's a chance.) Graduation re-enactment party. This is either a GREAT IDEA or sheer awful. Maybe I will have my boy do a re-enactment, since he graduates this Sunday from law school.

7:11: Never been a fan of Liz Danes except for the episode when her and TJ reference Minnesota Ren Fest. I'm not a fan of Ren Fest. I just liked the shout out to Minne.

7:15: Rory Gilmore gets a job 2 days out of Yale and I'm 4 years out of college and freelancing. WTF?!?!!! And she gets to be on the campaign trail for Barack Obama. Just proving that Ivy Leagues school are all in it for the name branding. BTW complete sidenote - I've always appreciated that they spelled Gilmore G-i-l-m-o-r-e instead of like the former Maple leaves player Doug Gilmour. He crushed by '93 season. Just like Norm Green crushed '92 - '00 for me. Fuck Norm Green.

7:22: Sum a cum Luke. Nice line.

7:23: They show Luke tearing up ---- he would never do that. WTF II?!?!!!

7:25: Postcard sending IS a dying art. I'm sending one radomly to Nome, Alaska or whatever that town was named in Northern Exposure . I loved the episode where the town was sent a box and they weren't sure what to do with it. And the whole town debated whether to open it or not. See if that where to happen in today's America the terrorist alert would be at orange.

7:27: Town hall meeting w/out the Robert Rules. Oh, Taylor and his town rules. Maybe when I watch my Gilmore Girls marathon I will jot down all of Taylor's rules. Just thinking about it makes my head hurt.

7:30: 36 hours is plenty of time to plan a party. Isn't that how long Sting and his wife Trudie Styler make love?

7:31: Dave Rygalski -- how I will always fondly recall Adam Brody and his pre - THE OC days.

7:34: Rory talking with her BFF Lane and how she's nervous about if she doesn't succeed. Sese this is why they (Amy SP and her hubby Dan) should have sucked it up and came back to write and direct the final 13 episodes. They could make Rory go off the deep end. Kinda like Juliette Lewis in Melissa Ethridge's "Come to My Window" video.


To see Rory succumb to mental disorders -- panic attacks, depression, anxiety. Those three really are the post-college combo. It would be like Rory Gilmore's My So Called Life
years and Jess could come back as Jordan Catalano.

7:44: Sixteen minutes left. The reality of it ending is becoming real. Don't cry Lorelai. Damn it, Lorelai, DON'T CRY. DZ would be tearing up now. Ok Luke call Jess to have help you sew all the tarps together.

7:45: I want my town to throw me a party. Uptown Art Fair does not count. Babette. Miss Patty. Kirk. Sookie and Jackson. And in my town I want a town sash maker. Any takers? Emily and Richard. So many great characters. Maury. Gypsy.

7:48: "It takes a remarkable person to inspire all of this." Great line. An ode to Amy S-P.
Yep, gonna steal that line and use it in my repertoire. "Spank you into this world, Contractions, Ameotic fluids," only Doose could or would say this. Don't cry, Rory. DON'T CRY!

7:50: Friday night dinners will continue. Awesome. I like that. Don't be late and don't wear jeans.

7:52: Throwing a last minute town party - "No big deal," Luke says in typical Luke fashion.

7:59: And it ends how it begins. The Gilmore Girls ordering food at Luke's dinner and talking.
It's the talking that I'll miss. Bon Voyage, Stars Hallow, Connecticut!

The Bends and friends

Have you ever been asked the question -- if you could only bring three CDs with you on a desert island what would you take? Hands down I would take Radiohead's The Bends and two friends. I'm not quite sure what those two friends would be. Music is so arbitrary. Depends on your mood, weather, the current state of your life. It is also brings up the other question -- if you had to would you rather be blind or deaf? Can't answer that one. Hopefully I never have to. Although I do think it helps that I have three years of American Sign Language (ASL) under my belt. Perfected by going to loud bars on Thursday nights and forcing myself to communicate in ASL. Back to the CDs. The Bends and friends. But what two friends would accompany my favorite album of all time.

One can't go wrong with The Bends. Yes, people of opinion seem to think OK Computer is Radiohea's masterpiece. I think of it more as their Master and Commander minus Russell Crowe and a whole lot of other things. Ok, actually it has nothing to do with Master and Commnader I just like saying "Master" in a fake Sean Connery voice. Kinda like "Oct-a-pussy." or the SNL skit Jeopardy where he states
"I'll take the rapist for $200."
"Rapist? You mean therapist."
"Is that what your mother said last night, Trebek?"

Back to the friends of The Bends. Perhaps Abbey Road. She might make the cut. Has a great opening song "Come Together" which ineviatably for me bring ups the question -- Top 5 opening songs for an album a la High Fidelity style. I'm going with:

1. Come Together (Beatles: Abbey Road)
   
2. Let's Get it On (Marvin Gaye: What's Going On?)
   
3. Smells Like Teen Spirit (Nirvana: Nirvana)
   
4. Black Dog (Led Zepplin: IV)
   
5. Let's Go Cray (Prince: Purple Rain)
   

As I was saying ... I'm torn on who would be good enough to accompany The Bends. I've listened to that album so many times that I have went through four copies of the CD. Four. Plus someone from college took it and never returned it. Damn you Kjell and Fetter's Grove.

So The Bends needs friends and 28 hours until the end of Gilmore Girls .....I think I'm getting stressed :)

22 Hits and Misses ... (following a 22 hit game by the Twins)

22 hits:
Almost Famous. Weekends @ the lake. Gilmore Girls. SK & SK6ERS (www.stephenkellogg.com).
PMB. DMB. Beer. Gin and Tonics (especially in the summertime). Dry humor/wit. Grilled cheese sandwiches with tomatoes. Sarah Vowell. On the Road. The Daily Show. Minnesota Twins. Golden Gopher hockey. High Fidelity. Traveling. Grey's Anatomy. Matt Damon. Palindromes. Sportscenter. Scrubs.

22 misses:
Inconsiderate people. Current MTV reality shows. Passive aggressive behavior. Back hair. Y'all. (it is not a contraction.) Port-a-potties. Bar league softball teams that don't drink pre-game. Ridiculous gas prices (remember when we used to think it was outrageous to pay over $2 a gallon for gas and now it's over $3 gallon. CRAZY!?!?). KSTP 5. People walking in downtown during the pre-work, post-work hustle who just stop in the middle of the sidewalk for no reason. Hummers. Palindrome - the movie. (never rent or see this, ever.) Mickey Mouse Club (for the catchy theme song and creating too many famous people.) Those who refer to high sport as their "glory days." Snow Patrol. Fake people. Flat land. $12 martinis. Brad Childress. Self-induced sabotage. Boring people. Anna Nicole Smith and all her drama. Seriously.

Feel free to add your own hits and misses.

Countdown to the End of an Era

My ode to Amy Sherman-Palladino. Seven seasons of Tuesday nights spent watching Gilmore Girls. A "tween" show claimed but watch religiously by this twenty-something until this season. Yes the departure of creator Amy Sherman-Palladino and her husband Dan has altered the show for me. Not as funny, not as witty, too regular. The sad cliches that occurs when shows have run their course. Which is sad because the Girls, as I called them, embraced all things that I love. Wit, pop culture references, politics, dramedy and the creation of such phrases like dramedy. Plus for all the younger kiddies the show single-handily created the WB. Chad Michael Murray now on One Tree Hill debuted on the Girls, Jared Padelecki now on that one show CW with my favorite Days of Our Lives Eric Brady, Adam Brody who leave the WB for Fox and The OC, Milo Ventimiglia on Heroes. I'm pretty sure -- like Garrison Keiller and Jim's pretty good grocery store -- that I will have a date and time entry when the series finale occurs. It will be like Bill Simmons style but without any references to Boston.


So Amy aka Lorelai thank you for the Tuesday night laughs and the memories. Of all the places in the world I want to live, I think it would be Starts Hallow. The countdown begins only 47 hours, 59 minutes to go.

The Connector

Ok so not to steal from Malcolm Gladwell, but I have come to the conclusion that out of the maven, connector and salesperson tripod, that I am 85% connectors, 12 % maven and 3% sales -- but only the 3% when I have to be. Maybe this is why I'm a freelance writer. Could I not sell myself well enough in interview? Is that my missing ticket to full-time, health insurance employment. Back to Gladwell.

The Connector. I don't know if it is because I recently spent 48 hours on a road trip with a high school friend to visit another high school friend or what the deal is. But lately I've felt the need to connect with people I have spoken with in 5 years or less. And actually it is interesting to learn that I am a natural connector. None of the conversations seemed forced or awkward. They just kind of pick up where we left of in our lives. Although with my ten year reunion on the horizon, I am adamant about not attending it. I like I will go to Bali instead or Rwanda or anywhere but back to high school. Don't get me wrong. I was voted most likely to be the next Jeanine Garofalo but I was also voted best smile. I liked high school. But the thing about high school is the tendencies for people to look to the past and put people back in those boxes that they had people in. I don't like rules. I enjoy guidelines. But I definitely don't like the thought of being but in a box. Which is maybe offensive that I told a former boss once that s/he was a "box like thinker"??!!?? I meant it because he/she was very much an organized thoughts person compared to my constant ramble. I think in tangents. I speak in tangents and by goly I am a fan of the tangent .....

As I was saying. I've been reconnecting with people. Although their are two people that are not reconnecting with me. One is my bad and I don't know why. So not knowing the why has been killing me. The other one -- I hope this person never reaches out. Although it could be inevitable because we share similar people in our lives. Connectors are good to have, as Gladwell states in the Tipping Point. And I wear my Connector Badge of Courage -- they are on sale at the Electric Fetus or Pizza Luce -- proudly. But it is nice to look back and think of the people you are connected to. How is this for a mind fuck? I am connected to Oprah Winfrey in less than six degrees of separation. My eye doctor--- his daughter is friends with Designer Nate-- who is on the Oprah show. Bitches that's four degrees from me to O. So if she can take over the media world, as well as the stay at home mom world, will I someday take over Minneapolis? What a frighting thought. Although my boy does want to get into politics. I could be the next Teresa Heinz Kerry minus the millions in deceased spouse income, speaking five languages and annoying hair flip.

Cheers to Connectors and Happy Sunday. (gosh I miss football Sundays.)