Thank you so much for all the wonderful responses to my big announcement! After I published the post, I was horrified to realize that I forgot to include the most important part:
In one of the demos, I mentioned in passing that my two favorite genres of music are Gregorian chant and rap. The visionaries at SiriusXM heard this, and have created custom intro music for my show based on that statement. Let me put it in all caps in case it’s not clear:
MY INTRO MUSIC COMBINES RAP WITH GREGORIAN CHANT. AND IT IS EVERY BIT AS AMAZING AS YOU’D EXPECT IT TO BE.
When I sat down to begin the last demo, I was feeling extremely nervous about the whole thing. Then I heard the chant/rap music begin, and I knew that it was all going to be awesome.
I also got input into the music that will be used for rejoins (the music that plays when the show returns from breaks — I’m learning the lingo!), and it pretty much shut down my life for a week.
I could not rest until I had listened to the first 20 seconds of almost every song on my iPod to see if it had catchy, lyric-free music. I forced Joe to analyze whether or not the “Hey!” in the beginning of Abandon’s cover of Walking on Sunshine should exclude it from the list. I sent long-suffering friends midnight texts like: “That Rod Stewart song ‘Do Ya Think I’m Sexy’ has a good intro! Too weird??”
In the end, my 17-year-old babysitter picked my favorite: Change Your Life.
(It’s by a British girl band called Little Mix, composed of four beautiful young starlets. I’m thinking that they’ll be so honored by me using their song as the rejoin for my show that they might ask me to be their fifth member. I can’t sing and I’m nearly twice their age, but maybe I could stand behind them and beatbox.)
A few people pointed out that my picture has already been added to SiriusXM’s Catholic Channel homepage.
I sent over the picture that’s here at the top of the blog, which was originally taken while I was leaning on a table at a restaurant. If I’d known that the background would be photoshopped out, I probably would have sent a different one.
I’ve never been able to see that picture the same way since a certain priest friend of ours (cough-cough FatherDanLorimer) referred to the picture of me in the blog header as “The Hunchback of Conversion Diary.” Echoing some feedback I got when I first changed my site design, and a few comments I’d made myself, he pointed out that the picture makes me look stooped over when you take out the table I was leaning on in the original.
Objectively, I don’t think it’s that bad…but ever since he said it I can’t help but picture myself scampering out of a bell tower to take my place at the top of the blog header.
Anyway, the Hunchback of Conversion Diary has now lurched her way over to the Catholic Channel header as well!
We finally got a solar filter for our telescope!
We set it up on Monday and took turns gazing at the sun while Joe grilled burgers, which is how you spend Labor Day when you’re a family of Texan nerds.
At one point Joe told my dad about the sunspots he saw, and my dad said he already knew about them. Joe was confused since my dad hadn’t had a chance to look in the telescope, but my dad casually explained that he checks the sunspot forecast daily. I had no idea that there were sunspot forecasts, but if I had, I would have assumed that my dad would be on top of it!
I am temporarily a dog owner. We’re watching Joe’s dad’s Dachshund for a while, which is a big adventure for me since I have never owned a dog.
I prepared myself by trying to remember episodes of The Dog Whisperer, but so far my efforts at dog whispering have been less than impressive.
Yesterday the dog kept barking for no reason. I tried that thing they do in the show where I thrust my hand toward the dog with a modified Vulcan greeting pose and made a “PSSSHT!” sound (it’s been a while since I’ve watched the show — I might not be remembering that part clearly). Anyway, the dog just looked at me for a second, then started barking again.
Meanwhile, the cat was stretched out across the kitchen table — where he’d knocked off a plastic bowl half full of cereal to make more room for himself — and he watched us with quiet disdain. I looked over at him and thought, Thank you for being so low maintenance.
Last week I had the best interview moment ever:
I was talking to the guys from Boston-based CatholicTV about Something Other than God, and one of them asked me to talk about the incident with “the damaged bull.” I was completely confused. There’s nothing like that in my book. They kept asking about it, and I started to think that they must be thinking of someone else’s memoir.
It turns out that I misunderstood their Boston accents, and they’d been saying bowl, not bull (referring to a chapter where I talk about accidentally ruining one of my mom’s favorite bowls). I still haven’t stopped laughing about it.
Have a great weekend, everyone!