"I know the way you can get"

Cool post on my old friend's blog, and a poem by Hafiz.

Bird stuff in some songs

General Joy
Strong Black Vine
Starling

Fap

Oh, there's a good word to snicker at! Snicker words are good when you have to stare at them and arrange them alot.
Snicker is also quite a fun word, in and of itself.
Snick. Snicky. Snicket...

And one evening I went for a walk

And something told me I should watch Paper Moon again. For the first time since I was a kid.
Paper Moon...And...sometimes this song, and others like it, are really satisfying: Man of Constant Sorrow.
But also, this song cheers me up.
Flying Dutchman.
It just does.

For a certain kind of person

This: "...how she came to be living in a house surrounded by wilderness, with shelves for thousands of books and long worktables on which to heap manuscripts, research materials and maps..." (Quote from bookjacket of Bird Cloud) is kinda like porn for a certain kind of person.
And now that I looked at the book review, I know how it turned out in the end. Oh well. I guess I don't really mind...

Sounds like someone interesting

A friend posted Kate Harding's Some...

Once upon a time

Something in me, something in everyone, has the capacity to envision what it would be like to be someone other than ourselves, and this seems like it can be a very good thing to do when we exercise it.
At the same time, what is other is also us.
I thought this after seeing a picture of someone, which made me remember a man who walked around the restaurant I worked in, wearing his Blackwater shirt, after scandalous news stories about the organization. I feel that someone nudged me and remarked on it, and that was all.
I didn't see anyone speak to him.

Hum. (Or whistle.)

Big Rock Candy Mountain

Modjeska, Modjeska

Never heard of her before tonight, but now (one show about her after a documentary) I see her name is everywhere...
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One Modjeska
Another Modjeska

On chapter 10...

This book is more amusing than I expected it to be.
"Finally, when her hostility had become a palpable, living thing...I took her aside and, in a carefully memorized speech, confessed to her I was mentally retarded and had been sent to Paris on a special program of rehabilitation. With heartbreaking cries of "Oh, pardon, monsieur, pardon, pardon," she clutched me in a wrestler's grip to her breast. From that day forward, I received an extra croissant at breakfast, a maternal pat on the head, and she regarded each pitiful advance I made as miraculous and proof of a living God. Not only was I retarded, she would explain proudly to her friends, pointing her index finger to her temple, but I was also writing a book on the agonies of retardation on a grant from the American government." (page 210, Pat Conroy, "My Reading Life")

Intuition found in and away from "the lower 48"

Wanting to eat fish lately.
My sister and I once received an extra order of sushi rolls gratis. As I remember it, the girls at the restaurant said the chef had watched us as we waited and he could tell that I was an older sister taking care of the younger one, so he wanted to give them to us. That was his intuition. Intuition seems to figure in a passage from a newer book called Four Fish by Paul Greenberg. The author flies into a remote part of Alaska and meets a man who immediately seems "familiar," "a great bear of a man," "a kind of Nick Nolte of the North with a little more warmth and grit...He took a pause, stared down at the floor for a moment, and then looked up and appraised me with his head cocked at an angle. 'Boy, you look good here, Paul,' he said finally. 'You should stay.'" (page 21)

Oh Adele!

Rolling in the Deep

Telly

Stomp by some woods like angry feminist type girl, annoyed with TV societal norms of past and because they too much carryover into present. Turn on an old box. Opportunity to roll the eyes, think Oh hail the heroes, sorry, again. Kids are seeing fathers (and mothers! right?) travel overseas. Deployment, return, tears start rolling down wine-heated cheeks. Curiosity replaces the old fuming feeling. How does she breathe? Why does she cry?

To Read

When Everything Changed by Gail Collins
"Perhaps to underline their heterosexuality, the Cartwright men had plenty of romances. But the scriptwriters killed their girlfriends off at an extraordinarily speedy clip. The family patriarch, Ben, had been widowed three times, and his three sons all repeatedly got married or engaged, only to quickly lose their mates to the grim reaper. A rather typical episode began with Joe (Landon) happily dancing with a new fiancée. Before the first commercial, the poor girl was murdered on her way home from the hoedown."
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Is that why Lady Gaga kills her boyfriend at the end of Paparazzi...
(She also seems to have a real fixation with putting her fingers in her mouth.)
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"Another reason the nation ignored the fact that so many housewives had outside jobs was that working women tended not to be well-represented among upper income families. The politicians, business executives, editors and scriptwriters who set the tone for the public discussion usually felt that not working was simply better...Esther Peterson, the top-ranking woman in the Kennedy administration, asked an auditorium full of working-class high school girls in Los Angeles how many expected to have a 'home and kids and a family' and the room was full of waving hands. But when Peterson wanted to know how many expected to work, only one or two girls signified interest. She then asked how many of their mothers worked and, she recalled later 'all those hands went up again.'The girls were disturbed by the implicit message. 'In those days nine out of ten girls would work outside the home at some point in their lives,' Peterson said. 'But each of the girls thought that she would be that tenth girl.'"
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"Along with teenage fiction about Cherry Ames the inexhaustible nurse, the stewardess novels were virtually the only girls' career books around -- unless you counted the girl detectives, who didn't seem to get paid for their efforts."

Is proof is proof!

Someone lives with someone cute!
Somewhat doubting someone will see; someone may not read now. Not much need.
Hooonoos...maybe 'twill become a picture post.
A tipple of Blue Moon special winter stuff, a tad of Baileys. Is nice. But, if it 'twere necessary, on another's account, on their suffering, 'twould not need to partake; 'twould swear off drink.
Swear!
Everyone's seen it. But it's nice.
Homeless golden radio voice. Too.
Nice.

A very nice December post

"Cats in the Sauna and Boiling Water Tricks"
This reader is partial to fluffy white cats with somewhat grouchy or defiant attitudes. Had one. BEST cat.

fifty five minutes to two minutes past

Close Watch. Agnes Obel is a new artist to investigate.
Suppose school were more like needlecraft circles? Or what I imagine needlecraft circles to be, since I've yet to participate in one, but will in the future.
From a site a friend sent of "sassy sayings."
From Beauty Works Project quote-of-day email:
"There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning."
-- Louis L'amour

Some internet stuff

Hmmm. I used to know a pregnant girl who wrote. She wrote a story about a girl who gets abused and some people said it wasn't "realistic." Well, at the time I thought they may not have known what "realistic" was, and this memory returns, as she has now produced a memoir.
Such a strange place, school.
School is the job you were stuck in too, I suppose.