The Alphabet Julen: M

Troy McClure

My favorite recurring character on the Simpsons. You may remember him from such self-help videos as "Smoke Yourself Thin" and "Get Confident, Stupid."


It's interesting what sticks in your head; in my mind, Brussels sprouts were on of the great evils of my childhood. I really hated them. Yet, my mother was shocked when I mentioned this in her presence. She claims to have had no concept of this. Now, I was a ham as a child, so I was so sure I must have fallen off my chair while faking death by Brussels sprout. And yet, there is photographic proof that the 3 year old me ate them gleefully. I don't know when I started hating the water-logged balls, but I was 30 before I rediscovered how good brussels sprouts can be. I learned how to cook them right. I've detailed a few other childhood memories here.

Mickey Mouse Lamp

My favorite childhood possession was a made-in-Hong-Kong bedside lamp, in which a large Mickey leaned against lamp pole. When the lamp is turned on, the bulb behind the lightshade lights up - and so does Mickey. It's utterly charming, and after 15 years on loan to fabulous family members, I got it back. Whoo hoo! I LOVE that lamp.


Schmillenium. (c. 1999 me would feel so vindicated.)

I wrote that in 2001. Hah, time is an elastic band.

Joan Miro

The first time I saw The Farm in person, I stood transfixed before it for a very long time. (The museum guard was suspicious at first, but I think the combination of goofy expression of awe and my white girl countenance cut right through that.) It was the closest thing to a religious experience I'd ever had.

Most Hated Granddaughter

I am the only female grandchild on one side of my family, hence this title.


I have always been fascinated by mosaic work, first as an ancient art lover, then as a artisan. I liked working with glass most, but titles, metal, and even paper have adorned my panels and wall art, table and tray tops, and window pieces. You might stumble across a few pieces I've made in the studio


The best thing about getting my driver's license was that we no longer needed a parent to drive us into Charlottesville for a movie. Our patronage at the theaters went way up. That kicked my movie-going habit into high gear, and it took the Pandemic and a shrinking set of movie theater options to put a dent in my moving-going habits. Between streaming and TCM and Hollywood's compulsive need to release sure-fire focus-group-tested safe (for their pockets) movies, I sometimes feel like I might go forever without seeing another movie in the theaters (especially after the pandemic).


I am profoundly unmusical; my musical triumphs have been plunking out jingle bells with 1 finger on a piano and managing to sing a passable harmony if paired with a really strong voice that won't be led astray by my inabilities. That said, I love to listen to music, to sing along when no one else is around, and to create a soundtrack for my life. I like texture and story best. Sometimes, I can't resist a good hook, but I really like it when the hook is accompanied by something to create an atmosphere, a story, a vignette. Although I don't hate any genre (there are always good stuff in the mix somewhere), I naturally gravitate to the ones that make up the Americana banner - traditional, folk, country, western, swing, blues, rock, ... not to mention all sorts of varieties of soul, old school R&B, "world music", "vocal", jazz, standards, Broadway. Mainstream genre divisions are dumb; there's so much good music that pulls from multiple genres to create really interesting sounds and stories.

While I'm complaining about the corporations that own/drive the music industry ... don't get me started about much of what mainstream music is these days. Between record companies who create a focus-grouped, demographically-plotted, copy-cat cadre of photogenic stars powered by autotune and genre uniforms, and gutless imagination-free non-risk-taking radio/video stations, it's amazing anyone special makes it through the cautious corporate gateways - and maintains that which makes them special. It drives me nuts to see people with individuality and talent over-polish themselves into blandness to try to achieve a sanctioned kind of stardom. It's easy for me to say that - I'm not trying to support myself as a musician. I don't blame them for making the choice that will let them them survive in their chosen industry, but I wish it was easier for them to say "No, I'll do it my way" and be able to actually succeed doing it their way.


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