Desert sun.
Evaporating up the water you poured on the plants.
Yes, there are parts of the world where you have to water plants at a certain time of day apparently.
HFWG Go Sightseeing
Seattle looks so sunny.
HFWG in Ballard
That one's cloudier.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
A review which amused
me! "He may spend the third record trying to retreat further into time, perhaps yearning for the simple rustic life of an amoeba."
Fleet Foxes - "Helplessness Blues" by Jaime Gill
However, maybe not quite...
"In 2009, he stated that he discovered virtually all of the music he listened to by using online file-sharing program Napster. He also spoke of his support for online file-sharing and the positive effect he believes it to have on music, both as an art form and as an industry."
-- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robin_Pecknold
"The band's frontman, Robin Pecknold attributes much of their success and popularity to illegal file sharing."
--http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fleet_Foxes
Fleet Foxes - "Helplessness Blues" by Jaime Gill
However, maybe not quite...
"In 2009, he stated that he discovered virtually all of the music he listened to by using online file-sharing program Napster. He also spoke of his support for online file-sharing and the positive effect he believes it to have on music, both as an art form and as an industry."
-- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robin_Pecknold
"The band's frontman, Robin Pecknold attributes much of their success and popularity to illegal file sharing."
--http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fleet_Foxes
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
So what happened to her?
But then what? Why did she change like that? And how did she look when she got old? She
is frozen there, in the passport photo, like someone you could know and see on the street tomorrow.
"Shermund's Work changed in the forties, in style and in voice, yet the underpinnings of the change began in the thirties--her faces became stylized and less realistic, and simultaneously her humor became less poignant."
--Funny Ladies, page 64.
As I thought of expressing those questions, someone played Helplessness Blues - Fleet Foxes. Seemed appropriate. (Somewhere in the world, other people live by orchards and vineyards...)
Something about it made me want to go reread a thing I once read (long forgotten the book or article I read it in) about Jean Rhys. About how someone who stayed with her reported overhearing her go through a kind of terrible crisis, somehow acting out feeling tormented, abandoned. (However, is there any chance that she knew someone was listening, actually?) I had a thought at a stoplight today, about how very picky some women are about life, how actually, they have so much self esteem, they express it in a way that looks like lack of self esteem, how it turns into something strange. Mmmm. Maybe that will be pieced together later.
is frozen there, in the passport photo, like someone you could know and see on the street tomorrow.
"Shermund's Work changed in the forties, in style and in voice, yet the underpinnings of the change began in the thirties--her faces became stylized and less realistic, and simultaneously her humor became less poignant."
--Funny Ladies, page 64.
As I thought of expressing those questions, someone played Helplessness Blues - Fleet Foxes. Seemed appropriate. (Somewhere in the world, other people live by orchards and vineyards...)
Something about it made me want to go reread a thing I once read (long forgotten the book or article I read it in) about Jean Rhys. About how someone who stayed with her reported overhearing her go through a kind of terrible crisis, somehow acting out feeling tormented, abandoned. (However, is there any chance that she knew someone was listening, actually?) I had a thought at a stoplight today, about how very picky some women are about life, how actually, they have so much self esteem, they express it in a way that looks like lack of self esteem, how it turns into something strange. Mmmm. Maybe that will be pieced together later.
Monday, May 09, 2011
Land Of The Big Tire
I surely do hope that I will be able cobble together enough $ to be able to visit this summer or fall the Land Of The Big Tire.
Thought Interruption: Oh music from other room. I used to LOVE this song in wee, wee-est teenage years. You're Unbelievable. I never knew the name of it or the group but as soon as I heard it in the other room, I was like...that song...is good...I heard it before...Under The Milky Way.
And long before that, in upstate NY, there used to be such a cool park for kids, all full of gigantic tires half buried in the ground and such...actually I barely remember it, but, it was pretty great. That must have been a power spot. Those tires must have been, like, infused with devas, with elemental intelligences.
Maybe so is the big tire. Infused with all the thoughts of the little kids, still going, "Wow, big tire!!!" and all excited to pass it. And some adults might still be excited, too.
Land of the deva-infused, elementally intelligent tire.
Thought Interruption: Oh music from other room. I used to LOVE this song in wee, wee-est teenage years. You're Unbelievable. I never knew the name of it or the group but as soon as I heard it in the other room, I was like...that song...is good...I heard it before...Under The Milky Way.
And long before that, in upstate NY, there used to be such a cool park for kids, all full of gigantic tires half buried in the ground and such...actually I barely remember it, but, it was pretty great. That must have been a power spot. Those tires must have been, like, infused with devas, with elemental intelligences.
Maybe so is the big tire. Infused with all the thoughts of the little kids, still going, "Wow, big tire!!!" and all excited to pass it. And some adults might still be excited, too.
Land of the deva-infused, elementally intelligent tire.
Softball arm
Another great part of Ren Fair: a young blond women with a fantastic softball arm showed up. The guy in the dunking tank had been yelling all those "throw like a girl" insults at a ten(?) year old with fairy wings. She had actually hit the target twice, but not hard enough. Well, softball arm showed up and she had ten throws. After nine, she had only hit it one time, and once again, not hard enough. Then....beautiful, glorious splash on throw number ten! The fairy wing girl looked quite ecstatic, and ran over and gave the blond woman a high five. It really did seem like the people were happier there than they were at "the happiest place on earth." I also love how they're so in character. And, I loved the guy who tried to get me to go look at some military stuff at the end of the day, as I wearily trudged past him, and as a final entreaty he drawled, sardonically, "Yooou caaan siiit dooown agaaain." Too funny.
Sunday, May 08, 2011
Synchronicity can be fun
Like the time I was talking about an artist's resemblances to some people and then a new picture (and I found out, a lot of other info) went up. But first, noticed the picture. Sometimes I think my subconscious does something kind of neat with whatever's going on in the universe. I saw this new picture and then I went, wow, that is weird. At the time, it almost looked like I could've messed with my own, I don't know, high school photo or something, in photoshop, and changed the hair color...that was kind of strange. And nature! And stones. That was kind of fun synchronicity.
Through a strange combination of circumstances I had free tickets to a show for kids not long ago. "The Hero Composer." Although the show ended by saying something like, music is the real composer, still, I was thinking about the tradition of who are the conductors, the composers, and the exceptions to the rule...some things along those lines, I don't recall the exact thoughts...what I recall is that I was bouncing my knee up and down very agitatedly, but didn't realize it until my seatmate put a palm on it and made it stop. A few moments later I realized that instead of bouncing my knee, I was gnawing on my palms. I stopped.
Through a strange combination of circumstances I had free tickets to a show for kids not long ago. "The Hero Composer." Although the show ended by saying something like, music is the real composer, still, I was thinking about the tradition of who are the conductors, the composers, and the exceptions to the rule...some things along those lines, I don't recall the exact thoughts...what I recall is that I was bouncing my knee up and down very agitatedly, but didn't realize it until my seatmate put a palm on it and made it stop. A few moments later I realized that instead of bouncing my knee, I was gnawing on my palms. I stopped.
Le Bon Tradition
Yesterday a splurge(!) occurred. Ren Fair may often be happier than the happiest place on earth, but of course, there were a few wrinkles to contend with. A very enjoyably "bawdy" (isn't bawdy the most Ren Fair word ever?) troupe of women performed on stage, and their act was followed by another one with a group of men. As the first troupe departed, a well-dressed woman in the audience was telling others "This is the THE performance of the day." Their cheerleader. But, the men, though funny, were not better the first act. However, they certainly had the most audience members and the loudest participants and they were by far the most popular. I was much less energized watching them, but I seemed to be in the minority.
At the end of their show, an older woman with impressive cleavage (Ren Fair is brimming with impressive cleavage) with some kind of little cup or ornament wedged in between them, went trudging up the aisle. The man on stage urged people to see her if they were interested in recordings. "Just shout, 'Hey Tits!'" "Hey Tits!" the women and men enthusiastically shouted. Tits, however, seemed rather unjovial as she continued her grim little march toward the back. To his credit, the bawdy balladeer seemed to notice. "Just shout, 'Hey Tits?'" he quizzically repeated, in a quieter tone. They gave a hearty endorsement for the next act, another bawdy, mostly women's troupe, but the audience thinned out considerably, and the troupe performed to about one quarter of the amount of spectators. Is this the "most men don't like watching women's stuff, but women will watch men's stuff" phenomenon again?
Pretty enjoyable day overall, though.
At the end of their show, an older woman with impressive cleavage (Ren Fair is brimming with impressive cleavage) with some kind of little cup or ornament wedged in between them, went trudging up the aisle. The man on stage urged people to see her if they were interested in recordings. "Just shout, 'Hey Tits!'" "Hey Tits!" the women and men enthusiastically shouted. Tits, however, seemed rather unjovial as she continued her grim little march toward the back. To his credit, the bawdy balladeer seemed to notice. "Just shout, 'Hey Tits?'" he quizzically repeated, in a quieter tone. They gave a hearty endorsement for the next act, another bawdy, mostly women's troupe, but the audience thinned out considerably, and the troupe performed to about one quarter of the amount of spectators. Is this the "most men don't like watching women's stuff, but women will watch men's stuff" phenomenon again?
Pretty enjoyable day overall, though.
Saturday, May 07, 2011
life can only improve
after beginning the day like this. y: y r u moving around so much? z: oh i was thinking of this article and feeling annoyed by how it justifies tenure.
y: what's wrong with tenure?
z: well when i was at school there was this guy who had a problem with sexual harrassment but no one could do anything about it because he had tenure. he wasn't allowed to have females work for him. then i did and everybody kept coming up to me about it and the secretary sent another student to tell me things like i shouldn't give him my number or e-mail. and then the head of the dept. called me in and i told her and she was like "i'm sure she wouldn't do anything like that!" she didn't want to get the sec'y in trouble. i didn't want to get her in trouble. so i was like, whatever. and then she told me 'i expect if anything happens with him it will be your choice.' so it was like she was saying if he did something bad it would be my fault. i didn't even think he was that bad but he had a problem. this woman taught feminist courses! it was f'ed up.
y: well why does tenure matter. just go to the police and make a statement.
z: they're not going to do anything. unless he does something really bad, like rapes someone, there's nothing they'll do. and it shouldn't have to come to that. they should be able to reprimand him, to say, this is not okay, this is not professional. but they don't because he has tenure. if he didn't have tenure, they could reprimand him.
y: i'm not talking about tenure. that's a separate issue. you can go to the police.
z: but they're not going to do anything
y: you can go to the police and make a statement
z: but what's the point if they don't do anything?
y: (calmly) you can go to the police...
Z: (UnCalmly) TheyAreNotGoingToDoAnything! ICan'tBelieveHowManyFuckingTimesIHaveToTellYouThat!
JesusFuckingChrist!
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should be uphill from there...
y: what's wrong with tenure?
z: well when i was at school there was this guy who had a problem with sexual harrassment but no one could do anything about it because he had tenure. he wasn't allowed to have females work for him. then i did and everybody kept coming up to me about it and the secretary sent another student to tell me things like i shouldn't give him my number or e-mail. and then the head of the dept. called me in and i told her and she was like "i'm sure she wouldn't do anything like that!" she didn't want to get the sec'y in trouble. i didn't want to get her in trouble. so i was like, whatever. and then she told me 'i expect if anything happens with him it will be your choice.' so it was like she was saying if he did something bad it would be my fault. i didn't even think he was that bad but he had a problem. this woman taught feminist courses! it was f'ed up.
y: well why does tenure matter. just go to the police and make a statement.
z: they're not going to do anything. unless he does something really bad, like rapes someone, there's nothing they'll do. and it shouldn't have to come to that. they should be able to reprimand him, to say, this is not okay, this is not professional. but they don't because he has tenure. if he didn't have tenure, they could reprimand him.
y: i'm not talking about tenure. that's a separate issue. you can go to the police.
z: but they're not going to do anything
y: you can go to the police and make a statement
z: but what's the point if they don't do anything?
y: (calmly) you can go to the police...
Z: (UnCalmly) TheyAreNotGoingToDoAnything! ICan'tBelieveHowManyFuckingTimesIHaveToTellYouThat!
JesusFuckingChrist!
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should be uphill from there...
Friday, May 06, 2011
Multiples
Its a good song like many others are. Spring Haze. Words seem to be limiting little descriptors, but...Vrooom! GOOOOOO(Sitting in car, jar of lemon curd, chocolate crackers, misty hills, coolness, drives to countryside, traffic, too bright too hard high school, hallway friends vs. art class, way too sunny outside, chemical signs on the lawns, church, back in the car, eating sweets, eating other things, thoughts of places in the past, descents into small airports, sacred emptiness, misty hills, distant coolness, back in the car again, volume knob, sticky fingers, parking lot)OOOOOOD.
Wednesday, May 04, 2011
Oof
Damn, these guys (& girls) are too smart for me.
Oxidate It Or Love It / Electron to the Next One
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So I actually like it very much.
Thought: they really should consider them for actors if there's ever a movie version of The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake, which I think I'll be finishing up soon.
Oxidate It Or Love It / Electron to the Next One
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So I actually like it very much.
Thought: they really should consider them for actors if there's ever a movie version of The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake, which I think I'll be finishing up soon.
The belles
A dream in the morning ended with an encounter with some belles. They were standing in the grocery store, by the fruit, and they were big and beautiful. They were sturdy and had hourglass figures. Maybe they wore white. Maybe they were about to sing. Every part of their limbs and any part of their bodies that were exposed to the world shone from the inside, almost translucent, the color of rich dark brown apple cider.
Funny things
Here are some funny things about "The Artist." Most of the time, she looks like her own self. That's number one. Number two: she strangely resembles (not exactly, but it's enough) an aunt. Which happens to be the aunt that I supposedly resembled to my grandmother. Number three: Sometimes, especially with more make up, and when her checkbones look especially high, she resembles a different aunt. Number One is of course, she is just herself.
But number two and number three, I suppose, they are like extra little sprinkles on a cake. Important little sprinkles.
Angels.
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Number two resemblances: almost anything from the Scarlet's Walk era. And many many others. Again.
Number three resemblances: A bit more rare. But...this one. (Eye makeup, high cheekbones, purple shirt.) Maybe this one.
But number two and number three, I suppose, they are like extra little sprinkles on a cake. Important little sprinkles.
Angels.
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Number two resemblances: almost anything from the Scarlet's Walk era. And many many others. Again.
Number three resemblances: A bit more rare. But...this one. (Eye makeup, high cheekbones, purple shirt.) Maybe this one.
Tuesday, May 03, 2011
All this music stuff!
Thoughts on Major Tom (Coming Home): I'll wager there's ton of people in some way connected with the military who feel an affinity for the song. It sounds like it could refer to something one's dad might do, especially if you're forced to wait half of your life at a young age for a homecoming. And even a tiny child can remember the first delicious meal of a tuna fish sandwich and fritos brought home from the airport.
Years later, there was Camel Rock, Really Cool Old Indian Ruins and a not as thrilling but still rather fun science museum to visit. (The adults were more excited about the science museum, however.)
"Oh, Star Wars" the adults would say, knowingly.
Maybe some of our parents were at that party where the new chief of staff sang New York New York. Another classmate! Maybe one of these days one of them will become president? Or maybe not.
It kind of makes me think of a cream cheese commercial.
It kind of makes me remember...actually I heard a different version of "I have a pretty girl/she is an army girl..."
Actually it wasn't really sung like that.
The version I heard was..."I have a pretty girl / she is a NEW YORK girl."
A NEW YORK girl.
You know when you drive around with the NY license plate and you're out of state and other New Yorkers honk at you?
That's a nice feeling.
Is that why they charge you $$ if you don't send it back.
I must say, I feel quite happy that Loretta Sanchez has continued to bother the military about some things since I think they deserve to be bothered about them. When I saw her on TV a time ago, I liked her questions a lot more than the female JAG lawyer's responses to them.
There's a version of Mary on Tales of a Librarian.
Back aches...it ain't fair, it ain't right!
Plans to make a more intimate acquaintance with Icy Hot, a hard and vaccumed floor, and child's pose. And eat plant food.
Also, at the end of the Major Tom (Coming Home) video, it's kinda like the young military wives are singing with burgers and drinks from the PX as the ship falls burning to the ground.
Years later, there was Camel Rock, Really Cool Old Indian Ruins and a not as thrilling but still rather fun science museum to visit. (The adults were more excited about the science museum, however.)
"Oh, Star Wars" the adults would say, knowingly.
Maybe some of our parents were at that party where the new chief of staff sang New York New York. Another classmate! Maybe one of these days one of them will become president? Or maybe not.
It kind of makes me think of a cream cheese commercial.
It kind of makes me remember...actually I heard a different version of "I have a pretty girl/she is an army girl..."
Actually it wasn't really sung like that.
The version I heard was..."I have a pretty girl / she is a NEW YORK girl."
A NEW YORK girl.
You know when you drive around with the NY license plate and you're out of state and other New Yorkers honk at you?
That's a nice feeling.
Is that why they charge you $$ if you don't send it back.
I must say, I feel quite happy that Loretta Sanchez has continued to bother the military about some things since I think they deserve to be bothered about them. When I saw her on TV a time ago, I liked her questions a lot more than the female JAG lawyer's responses to them.
There's a version of Mary on Tales of a Librarian.
Back aches...it ain't fair, it ain't right!
Plans to make a more intimate acquaintance with Icy Hot, a hard and vaccumed floor, and child's pose. And eat plant food.
Also, at the end of the Major Tom (Coming Home) video, it's kinda like the young military wives are singing with burgers and drinks from the PX as the ship falls burning to the ground.
Monday, May 02, 2011
Datials
Datials? I meant details. But then I typed datials again. Datials it is.
Funny, hmmm? Perhaps, but perhaps not all can be funny in this word. World. Datials. Maybe it can be a new world. Word. As is, as in, educate the peeps about the datials. The decorum one should exercise while dating, especially while young and perhaps not entirely unstupid.
So. Why does this come up. It's because a lovely friend posted a sad but important article by Liz Seccuro. The details of this piece also served to remind me that maybe not all girls have been interviewed about their beloved Duran Duran. Details in this piece reminded me of how icky I felt when watching their "All She Wants Is" video and how freaking stupid weird colored drink stuff is all featured in it and is so...ick. I suppose their attentions? intentions? were not nefarious when they came up with that brilliant artistic concept, but...that just doesn't excuse the rest of the world. Does it.
And actually, I'm not really sure. Opposite.
So. It's actually a bit fucked up.
It's totally arguable until they brandish the stupid drink.
I also had a great need to enunciate most of these words in a faux British accent properly deep lady school marm type of voice while I typed this.
Hah.
Triumph except for feeling like my back is killing me.
Funny, hmmm? Perhaps, but perhaps not all can be funny in this word. World. Datials. Maybe it can be a new world. Word. As is, as in, educate the peeps about the datials. The decorum one should exercise while dating, especially while young and perhaps not entirely unstupid.
So. Why does this come up. It's because a lovely friend posted a sad but important article by Liz Seccuro. The details of this piece also served to remind me that maybe not all girls have been interviewed about their beloved Duran Duran. Details in this piece reminded me of how icky I felt when watching their "All She Wants Is" video and how freaking stupid weird colored drink stuff is all featured in it and is so...ick. I suppose their attentions? intentions? were not nefarious when they came up with that brilliant artistic concept, but...that just doesn't excuse the rest of the world. Does it.
And actually, I'm not really sure. Opposite.
So. It's actually a bit fucked up.
It's totally arguable until they brandish the stupid drink.
I also had a great need to enunciate most of these words in a faux British accent properly deep lady school marm type of voice while I typed this.
Hah.
Triumph except for feeling like my back is killing me.
Save The Kids...
I am really tickled this comes from a place near Shamokin.
I always had to say that name aloud, knowingly, to myself, when I drove past the sign for it.
"SHAMOKIN!!!"
English Teacher Writes Racy Novels
(I.e.--"Shamokin" is like "smokin.'" Like the curls of smoke I used to stare at drifting from my mom's mom's cigarette. As in, that English teacher is...ha, ha, ha....)
I always had to say that name aloud, knowingly, to myself, when I drove past the sign for it.
"SHAMOKIN!!!"
English Teacher Writes Racy Novels
(I.e.--"Shamokin" is like "smokin.'" Like the curls of smoke I used to stare at drifting from my mom's mom's cigarette. As in, that English teacher is...ha, ha, ha....)
Sunday, May 01, 2011
Culture
I've been mostly enjoying a book called Talking To Girls About Duran Duran. That reviewer has criticisms but most of the stuff he talked about did not occur to me. The only really annoying part I found were two overly misogynist paragraphs about Paul McCartney's ex-wife. They threw me off and made me eat some (kinda healthy) cookies I was probably better off without. Betrayal's worse when you get lulled into a false sense of security. I had to put it down and do something else for a while. (Went and watched Jane Eyre...Who Married Up...Farewell Mr. Rochester...oh there's the Jane Eyre trailer.) But other than that, I've enjoyed a lot of it. And looked up some stuff. (M: Hey, Shiny Shiny is kinda fun to watch isn't it? I think it's before our time. Hey what about Hang On Now.
Y: You know what this makes me think of? Bad eighties music!
M: Look, she's all alone in this big empty room...
Y: There's no way you are getting me to download this.)
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A preview before Jane Eyre showed Forks Over Knives. (Yeah, how come those poor people are always eating so much Taco Bell anyway?)
Maybe good to go back to Brave Sir Robin.
(She would never wish to throw a fruit bowl in his face / as her feet were throbbing / and she fumed over Sudoku / Nor ever did those aching feet yearn / to kick him in the head / Brave Brave Brave Brave Sir Robin / And never no / not even once/ No never no / not even--STOP)
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Y: I just finished another box of the cookies.
M: Breakfast of Champions.
Y: But they're healthy! I'm going to read you the ingredients. Concentrated fruit juice (pineapple, pear, peach), coconut, organic brown rice flour, chocolate chips...there are really hardly any chocolate chips, that picture on the cover of the box is very misleading. So really, it's like I had fruit juice, coconut, and organic brown rice...
M: Whatever lets you sleep at night.
Y: (Does violence with the empty box.)
They're cheaper than Kombucha.
Y: You know what this makes me think of? Bad eighties music!
M: Look, she's all alone in this big empty room...
Y: There's no way you are getting me to download this.)
~~~
A preview before Jane Eyre showed Forks Over Knives. (Yeah, how come those poor people are always eating so much Taco Bell anyway?)
Maybe good to go back to Brave Sir Robin.
(She would never wish to throw a fruit bowl in his face / as her feet were throbbing / and she fumed over Sudoku / Nor ever did those aching feet yearn / to kick him in the head / Brave Brave Brave Brave Sir Robin / And never no / not even once/ No never no / not even--STOP)
~~~
Y: I just finished another box of the cookies.
M: Breakfast of Champions.
Y: But they're healthy! I'm going to read you the ingredients. Concentrated fruit juice (pineapple, pear, peach), coconut, organic brown rice flour, chocolate chips...there are really hardly any chocolate chips, that picture on the cover of the box is very misleading. So really, it's like I had fruit juice, coconut, and organic brown rice...
M: Whatever lets you sleep at night.
Y: (Does violence with the empty box.)
They're cheaper than Kombucha.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Housework!
House...work....house...work....
slog...through...memory...banks...of...words...
Housework = fun. Fun!!!!
Fans of fun are fans of housework.
slog...through...memory...banks...of...words...
Housework = fun. Fun!!!!
Fans of fun are fans of housework.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Things To Really Like In Life
Healthy car tires without nails in them.
It occured to me to say that for some reason.
What else?
Wildflowers, and also, we seem to need them to survive.
It occured to me to say that for some reason.
What else?
Wildflowers, and also, we seem to need them to survive.
The point
Pretty much, I guess. The point of life is...try to do whatever good you were supposed to do. Or else you'll have to come back and do it. Perhaps it's a very oversimplified to say it that way, but it's like that. Language is pesky that way.
Koan
Strangely, I have never considered a koan. I'd have thought I would have, but no. Here's a site that has some. On first glance, maybe I was most interested in "Blow Out A Candle" and "Buddha Twirls a Flower."
??
Maybe later.
??
Maybe later.
Yay you, yay UFC
Oh, this was a charming story. GSP uses bully pulpit for noble cause.
Or I thought so, until the formerly bullied paragon of nobility decided to gloat over the fact that the prettiest girl in his school turned "fat and ugly."
See, judging women by their looks and never paying them equally and slandering women as part of the insults of sports "you throw like a girl, etc."
That's not like REAL bullying.
That's just MISOGYNY.
That's JUST LIFE!
Or I thought so, until the formerly bullied paragon of nobility decided to gloat over the fact that the prettiest girl in his school turned "fat and ugly."
See, judging women by their looks and never paying them equally and slandering women as part of the insults of sports "you throw like a girl, etc."
That's not like REAL bullying.
That's just MISOGYNY.
That's JUST LIFE!
Morning amusement
Pencil's on the floor. Use toes to clutch it. Bend knee, transfer to hand, and then to the table top surface.
they so should
I've some friends who are much better writers than I...I am an ideas person and they are good at details. Feels fine to say it. Though perhaps I will try to get better at details too. Plus I have a friend who doesn't want to be the nice girl at work since the nice girl at work never gets $$$. Let's hope the future arrives quick.
despues
yogurt + lemon + vanilla + local honey
& Brave Sir Robin scenes (Monty Python)
&.....que mas...
& Brave Sir Robin scenes (Monty Python)
&.....que mas...
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
It's a hiccupy eve
A girl sent me this website and said she was so freaked out by it....
(insert nudist website that girl sent you when you find it.)
YQ: So I’ve heard or read that some people think that if they’re too big they don’t like it.
XZ: I dunno…if they’re too big they don’t seem as sexy?
YQ: So who are you thinking about that have too large aureole that don’t seem as sexy.
XZ: I don’t know!
YQ: Oh come on…you must have SOME frame of reference for overly large aureole! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
XZ: You really crack yourself up don’t you.
YQ: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA….
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My brain still thinks music is bellisisimo.
I'd write in another language if I had the benefit.
(insert nudist website that girl sent you when you find it.)
YQ: So I’ve heard or read that some people think that if they’re too big they don’t like it.
XZ: I dunno…if they’re too big they don’t seem as sexy?
YQ: So who are you thinking about that have too large aureole that don’t seem as sexy.
XZ: I don’t know!
YQ: Oh come on…you must have SOME frame of reference for overly large aureole! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
XZ: You really crack yourself up don’t you.
YQ: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA….
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My brain still thinks music is bellisisimo.
I'd write in another language if I had the benefit.
Insight
Lots of boys know the whole patriarchy thing's a scam.
Sometimes they don't know quite how to articulate it or admit it, but...
they know!
Sometimes they don't know quite how to articulate it or admit it, but...
they know!
The peasant and the royal one
Maybe it could be fun to concoct this allegorical piece/pastiche/cupcake sculpture, imparting the tale of woe of a personal assistant who, through a very convoluted set of circumstances, got smart and decided to follow a trail of bread crumbs dropping from the hand of another person—oh what the hell, lets even say it was a person of impoverished nobility—for a while. To help himself make art. And lo and behold, it worked out. Maybe because of that, and probably for a whole lot of other reasons.
Eventually the one that got trailed around thought she’d figured some of it out. And it was interesting, especially as she realized P.A. went to this institution that looked really rotten. It was sort of emblematic of the worst crimes. Maybe she saw someone with four hundred cuts head to toe because of the institution of rottenness. Although, like many institutions, there is a possibility that it wasn’t entirely rotten. But unfortunately, it was certainly experienced as such.
Sometimes it used the artist as a poster boy and then he was all like, this was such a greeeaaaat place…I feel soooo sorrrry for those young people nowadays who don’t know how coooool it was….and he was sort of a jackass. In the end though, circumstances contrived….hey, is someone saying that sounds contrived?…anyway…he got educated. By the end of his life, he was not only a successful architect, but also a blissful yogi meditator sort, who gave plenty of his fortune (if it was such) away to organizations that assisted people who were helping other people recover from assault, or other icky things that people STILL don’t want to talk about. Light shone in various brains! This was fantastic, and the community built a new institution. Not only were the cupcakes delicious, but it was completely up to code. The wiring was not the least bit faulty. And that’s the end, for a time’s being. Excellent Cupcakes!
Well…actually there was a teeny electrical fire. It started in the theater. It had happened when she walked by this pile of dirt next to a dam, which kind of reminded her of Dante’s mountain in Purgatory. Some things were still kind of screwy. Someone born in 1987 could make 57 million for shooting hoops and doing that other stuff that gets done on the court of sports (if you’re a male), and could also plumb the depths of cupcakery, declaring “that one’s quite obviously the most scrumptious, for it won the prize!!!” to an impressed audience. Nevertheless, the response was not insignificant. And at one point, the whole neighborhood was saturated with a squadron of emergency response vehicles. In part because a kid had fallen off his skateboard, and broke his arm. Pretty much, it was an improvement. A really good gesture. Overall.
Eventually the one that got trailed around thought she’d figured some of it out. And it was interesting, especially as she realized P.A. went to this institution that looked really rotten. It was sort of emblematic of the worst crimes. Maybe she saw someone with four hundred cuts head to toe because of the institution of rottenness. Although, like many institutions, there is a possibility that it wasn’t entirely rotten. But unfortunately, it was certainly experienced as such.
Sometimes it used the artist as a poster boy and then he was all like, this was such a greeeaaaat place…I feel soooo sorrrry for those young people nowadays who don’t know how coooool it was….and he was sort of a jackass. In the end though, circumstances contrived….hey, is someone saying that sounds contrived?…anyway…he got educated. By the end of his life, he was not only a successful architect, but also a blissful yogi meditator sort, who gave plenty of his fortune (if it was such) away to organizations that assisted people who were helping other people recover from assault, or other icky things that people STILL don’t want to talk about. Light shone in various brains! This was fantastic, and the community built a new institution. Not only were the cupcakes delicious, but it was completely up to code. The wiring was not the least bit faulty. And that’s the end, for a time’s being. Excellent Cupcakes!
Well…actually there was a teeny electrical fire. It started in the theater. It had happened when she walked by this pile of dirt next to a dam, which kind of reminded her of Dante’s mountain in Purgatory. Some things were still kind of screwy. Someone born in 1987 could make 57 million for shooting hoops and doing that other stuff that gets done on the court of sports (if you’re a male), and could also plumb the depths of cupcakery, declaring “that one’s quite obviously the most scrumptious, for it won the prize!!!” to an impressed audience. Nevertheless, the response was not insignificant. And at one point, the whole neighborhood was saturated with a squadron of emergency response vehicles. In part because a kid had fallen off his skateboard, and broke his arm. Pretty much, it was an improvement. A really good gesture. Overall.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
A & B
A: "So I don't know why but I checked out Portia de Rossi's memoir from the library. Sometimes I feel like there should be a statute of limitations on the amount of books that get published about the problems of the priviledged."
B: "People want to relate to other people. You can't lock them away in an ivory tower."
Later, A dives in, feeling all, like, "Teach me the problems of the priviledged!" Reading to page 15, A comes to feel that perhaps what B said is right.
B: "People want to relate to other people. You can't lock them away in an ivory tower."
Later, A dives in, feeling all, like, "Teach me the problems of the priviledged!" Reading to page 15, A comes to feel that perhaps what B said is right.
Friday, April 22, 2011
hmmmmm....
Hoping this never goes away. Cut Chemist's "The Garden" with something (scenes from Animatrix?) on video.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Happy
What can you do (assuming you have stock and it matters to you) when three guys tell you about S & P and how stocks tumbled?
Call someone. Don't jump. Pray to the Virgin. Don't Worry Be Happy.
And of course you can do that even if you don't have stock because there's that always trickle down effect that just spreads....
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You know, maybe one day it will be a great time to discover and appreciate the existence of fine wines and cosmetics and f--- all but this Monday just does not seem like that day. Or maybe it does to some people. Lucky them. It's better to appreciate a flower maybe. Flower! How you dare to bloom! And you are free! Free!!
Call someone. Don't jump. Pray to the Virgin. Don't Worry Be Happy.
And of course you can do that even if you don't have stock because there's that always trickle down effect that just spreads....
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You know, maybe one day it will be a great time to discover and appreciate the existence of fine wines and cosmetics and f--- all but this Monday just does not seem like that day. Or maybe it does to some people. Lucky them. It's better to appreciate a flower maybe. Flower! How you dare to bloom! And you are free! Free!!
Something There?
MIGHT have been something I heard.
But. Maybe Not.
Some other version maybe?
Seems not possible to find.
Instead, found something else and something else and something else...
Something There Remix (was something else)
Something There Acoustic (ditto)
Glyphs of the Horizon
Zannat
But. Maybe Not.
Some other version maybe?
Seems not possible to find.
Instead, found something else and something else and something else...
Something There Remix (was something else)
Something There Acoustic (ditto)
Glyphs of the Horizon
Zannat
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Kewl
Emerald-Eyed Cat Mystery covers
I had "Wanderer 'Arch' cover by Hector Garrido."
A review by S. W. Albert (Could she have written it, perchance?)
Girl Sleuth
I had "Wanderer 'Arch' cover by Hector Garrido."
A review by S. W. Albert (Could she have written it, perchance?)
Girl Sleuth
Monday, April 11, 2011
Songy things
I watched an author deconstruct how he feels about the song "Africa" by Toto. It was funny and yeah, I liked it growing up, too. Lots! And it totally deserved to be made fun of...watching the 80s video of the song reaffirmed this. Toto: Africa
Yesterday, as yet another wailing song by some guy singing about a girl who done him wrong came on the radio, I was feeling kvetchy. (I'd just seen a scene on some sci-fi fantasy show that ended with the hero punching the lights out of the sexy evil villian. But it was okay you know since he did it after he held a gun to her head, and he didn't really kill her, even though SHE wanted to kill HIM, and plus, you know, she writhing under him and being all sexy-acting.)
I said:
"I want there to be a song like this but it's about a girl singing to her ovary. And she's all like, 'oh, ovary, you cause me so much pain, but I just don't wanna give on on you, oh ovary, I just don't know what to do.' Just like the guy is wailing to that girl. There's plenty of ovarian pain out there in the universe so why haven't I heard of a song like that?
Just a thought.
Anyways...Steve Almond and Toto.
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As a bonus, I'm going to read Super Hot Son-on-Mom Word Sex & Super Hot Prof-on-Student Word Sex.
Yesterday, as yet another wailing song by some guy singing about a girl who done him wrong came on the radio, I was feeling kvetchy. (I'd just seen a scene on some sci-fi fantasy show that ended with the hero punching the lights out of the sexy evil villian. But it was okay you know since he did it after he held a gun to her head, and he didn't really kill her, even though SHE wanted to kill HIM, and plus, you know, she writhing under him and being all sexy-acting.)
I said:
"I want there to be a song like this but it's about a girl singing to her ovary. And she's all like, 'oh, ovary, you cause me so much pain, but I just don't wanna give on on you, oh ovary, I just don't know what to do.' Just like the guy is wailing to that girl. There's plenty of ovarian pain out there in the universe so why haven't I heard of a song like that?
Just a thought.
Anyways...Steve Almond and Toto.
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As a bonus, I'm going to read Super Hot Son-on-Mom Word Sex & Super Hot Prof-on-Student Word Sex.
Saturday, April 09, 2011
What kind of reader?
Other things are far more interesting than a dream like this, but I wrote it anyway.
Dream: At a literary conference in a great auditorium, I'm told the man sitting in front of me thinks women are overly reductive in how they look at things because they are always putting their ideas in the form of comic book thought balloons. "Oh really," I say and sit behind him. The girl next to me begins to once again explain all about this belief.
The auditorium falls silent. A man on stage is supposed to be speaking, but he hears her talking, and he looks aghast. People in the audience begin to snicker. The snickering spreads and soon we are all laughing, somewhat nervously and somewhat warmly. I see people in the balconies and opera boxes beginning to stand up. The audience gives a standing ovation. Insanity!
Scene switches: I am on the top floor of a building, peering through a little rectangular window that opens onto a lower floor. I almost can't breathe. A pale, dark-haired, ethereal girl in white floats towards the window and me, and reads an exquisite yet depressive poem. A polite (but also genuine) smattering of applause comes from a little group of people behind us. The girl prepares to read another poem and I can't stand it, I must leave now and cough up the mucus. She looks surprised as I run out of the room, and I'm sorry for my rudeness, but more preoccupied with my difficulty in breathing.
In the woman's room, a young man is walking around with bold self assurance. As soon as he sees me, he thinks (but doesn't say) "Hey, is this the women's room?" I just hear him think it. He almost leaves, but then he decides to walk around some more. I go around to all the stalls, flushing toilets, and continue to stare at him without speaking. I feel defiant. Maybe he has nefarious intentions, but I don't care why he's in here, I just want him out. He finally leaves. Another girl walks in. She looks at me and then goes into one of the stalls I've just flushed. I lock myself in the big handicapped stall and prepare to purge.
Dream: At a literary conference in a great auditorium, I'm told the man sitting in front of me thinks women are overly reductive in how they look at things because they are always putting their ideas in the form of comic book thought balloons. "Oh really," I say and sit behind him. The girl next to me begins to once again explain all about this belief.
The auditorium falls silent. A man on stage is supposed to be speaking, but he hears her talking, and he looks aghast. People in the audience begin to snicker. The snickering spreads and soon we are all laughing, somewhat nervously and somewhat warmly. I see people in the balconies and opera boxes beginning to stand up. The audience gives a standing ovation. Insanity!
Scene switches: I am on the top floor of a building, peering through a little rectangular window that opens onto a lower floor. I almost can't breathe. A pale, dark-haired, ethereal girl in white floats towards the window and me, and reads an exquisite yet depressive poem. A polite (but also genuine) smattering of applause comes from a little group of people behind us. The girl prepares to read another poem and I can't stand it, I must leave now and cough up the mucus. She looks surprised as I run out of the room, and I'm sorry for my rudeness, but more preoccupied with my difficulty in breathing.
In the woman's room, a young man is walking around with bold self assurance. As soon as he sees me, he thinks (but doesn't say) "Hey, is this the women's room?" I just hear him think it. He almost leaves, but then he decides to walk around some more. I go around to all the stalls, flushing toilets, and continue to stare at him without speaking. I feel defiant. Maybe he has nefarious intentions, but I don't care why he's in here, I just want him out. He finally leaves. Another girl walks in. She looks at me and then goes into one of the stalls I've just flushed. I lock myself in the big handicapped stall and prepare to purge.
Friday, April 08, 2011
On Women Conductors
"Once, when I said I was a conductor, someone exclaimed, 'Oh, I love trains!' That was an unusual response, if only because the number of women driving trains seems about as small as the number driving orchestras."
--Marietta Cheng, "Women Conductors: Has the Train Left the Station?"
"No matter how hard I tried, I could not be the same"
--Marietta Cheng, "Women Conductors: Has the Train Left the Station?"
http://www.polyphonic.org/harmony/6/Women_Conductors_Cheng.pdf
http://osfl.org/marietta-cheng-conductor-laureate
Tchaikovsky "Francesca da Rimini", Op. 32, Part 1/2 conducted by M. Cheng
--Marietta Cheng, "Women Conductors: Has the Train Left the Station?"
"No matter how hard I tried, I could not be the same"
--Marietta Cheng, "Women Conductors: Has the Train Left the Station?"
http://www.polyphonic.org/harmony/6/Women_Conductors_Cheng.pdf
http://osfl.org/marietta-cheng-conductor-laureate
Tchaikovsky "Francesca da Rimini", Op. 32, Part 1/2 conducted by M. Cheng
people
Some dead people who, it has seemed, decided to like or somehow favor me...B. Franklin, Thoreau, Christine de Pizan, Irene MacDonald, Elisabetta Sirani, St. Augustine, Thomas Beckett, Beatrice D'Este, Dante, Royal Alfred who liked learning, and some others I can't think of immediately off the top of my head or who knows what their names were? Funny bunch. Oh yeah. B. Schroeder...
B.F.'s Funeral & Grave
Elisabetta's on someone's album cover.
B.F.'s Funeral & Grave
Elisabetta's on someone's album cover.
People in parking lots
People pass in and outdoors and there are older people and younger people and different souls in each, and different conciousnesses floating in different heads, like balloons hurrying in or out of a pharmacy clutching bags with throat spray and lozenges. But a soul in one body can be in another body next life.
And I think it's really true.
And I think it's really true.
Thursday, April 07, 2011
ABCDEFG
http://dontconformtransform.wordpress.com/2011/04/04/protect-this-house-who-will-females-as-objects-vs-agents/
from
http://feministletters.wordpress.com/2011/03/30/adidas-wants-us-all-in-–-unless-you’re-a-girl/
&
http://feministletters.wordpress.com/2011/03/29/today-i-failed-as-a-feminist/
&
http://msmagazine.com/blog/blog/2011/04/04/joe-biden-urges-schools-to-address-sexual-assault-epidemic/
finally
from
http://feministletters.wordpress.com/2011/03/30/adidas-wants-us-all-in-–-unless-you’re-a-girl/
&
http://feministletters.wordpress.com/2011/03/29/today-i-failed-as-a-feminist/
&
http://msmagazine.com/blog/blog/2011/04/04/joe-biden-urges-schools-to-address-sexual-assault-epidemic/
finally
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
Hmmm
Some reason I felt like appreciating the awesomeness of a song...
"You're So Vain"
Singer is so fantastic looking in her weigh.
(Splendid typo. Leave it.)
Guy in concept video reminds me of Joaquin Phoenix when he was in a certain phase.
Someone put on I'm Still Here the other night.
But what if I can't get in the mood to find it funny because I hate he's rich?
So then we watched Please Give.
They were sorta rich too...
Oh.
I truly dislike it when I am eating, or thinking about eating, and a fly flies up in front of me.
God.
"You're So Vain"
Singer is so fantastic looking in her weigh.
(Splendid typo. Leave it.)
Guy in concept video reminds me of Joaquin Phoenix when he was in a certain phase.
Someone put on I'm Still Here the other night.
But what if I can't get in the mood to find it funny because I hate he's rich?
So then we watched Please Give.
They were sorta rich too...
Oh.
I truly dislike it when I am eating, or thinking about eating, and a fly flies up in front of me.
God.
Female Land Surveyors
Do they exist?
Yes, according to the National Museum of Surveying blog post from last December.
Quote: "In Saskatchewan, it took until 2007 for the first female, Jill Susanne, to be awarded a commission. The Saskatchewan Land Survey Association was established in 1910. Apparently only the presidency is less accepting of women. In 2000, Texas finally licensed their first female licensed state land surveyor, Nedra Foster. While she was a Registered Professional Land Surveyor, she was the first LSLS.
I believe this is good enough, as this took hours of research just to find these stories."
Another one: Women Surveyors
Yes, according to the National Museum of Surveying blog post from last December.
Quote: "In Saskatchewan, it took until 2007 for the first female, Jill Susanne, to be awarded a commission. The Saskatchewan Land Survey Association was established in 1910. Apparently only the presidency is less accepting of women. In 2000, Texas finally licensed their first female licensed state land surveyor, Nedra Foster. While she was a Registered Professional Land Surveyor, she was the first LSLS.
I believe this is good enough, as this took hours of research just to find these stories."
Another one: Women Surveyors
Monday, April 04, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
This was missing
a cigarette (not really) and a drink or something: listened to Smog - River Guard while reading Peanuts by Charles Bukowski, courtesy of clicking on FB links by grad school peoples...was good background music to reading Bukowski-esque Peanuts...cien por ciento not planned but que sorpresa.
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Dinner for less than a dollar:
Little potatoes, little parsnip, parsley.
Only for that price at that store up the street.
Later supplemented by snacking.
That's the way to happy poverty.
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Dinner for less than a dollar:
Little potatoes, little parsnip, parsley.
Only for that price at that store up the street.
Later supplemented by snacking.
That's the way to happy poverty.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Stories
One of the Beatles sang one called It's Just Another Day. In one story, some characters got famous and monetary but then still went all depressed sometimes for some reason. Other characters were pleased to not be famous but needed to be more successful so poverty didn't push them over a cliff. Books written on Thoreau, Emerson, Fuller, Alcott, and Louisa May. How do people get successful? Maybe the answer was in the books, meditation, or episodes of the X Files.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
A strange but not actually unpleasant dinner
Hot: olive oil, brown jasmine rice rewarmed in a pan, fried egg, shredded cabbage
and of course, the pan
Cold: chopped red onion, chopped dill chips, smoked herring from a tin,
(sidenote: supposedly pregnant women in holland crave raw fish from carts that sell them with pickles, onions) sprinkle of herb salad mix, splash of hot sauce,
and of course, the plate.
Wash it down with: smooth tequila in orange juice with icecubes
and of course, the pan
Cold: chopped red onion, chopped dill chips, smoked herring from a tin,
(sidenote: supposedly pregnant women in holland crave raw fish from carts that sell them with pickles, onions) sprinkle of herb salad mix, splash of hot sauce,
and of course, the plate.
Wash it down with: smooth tequila in orange juice with icecubes
Digging Away To Something Better
Sigh. Betrayals abound in this universe. You love a radio station, but 2 out of the 17 DJs you looked up are female. At least those are 2. No offense to the other 15. No offense to the 2 (who may very well not really care about that gender imbalance.) But it's bothersome to some of us. (To a teeny minority it seems.) I hope the future is a lot more shocked. I'm counting on it...
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On the heels of this discovery, the idea of people who pour time into reading or writing about "The Bad Girl" plus "Our Favorite Literary Bad Girls" just makes me want to emit a disappointed groan.
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Mejor:
Water rushing over the rocks, trails to old graves, the guy who said to come along on (co-ed group) run 'cause you're wearing the right shoes.
~~~~~
Never underestimate the power of a good walk.
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On the heels of this discovery, the idea of people who pour time into reading or writing about "The Bad Girl" plus "Our Favorite Literary Bad Girls" just makes me want to emit a disappointed groan.
~~~~
Mejor:
Water rushing over the rocks, trails to old graves, the guy who said to come along on (co-ed group) run 'cause you're wearing the right shoes.
~~~~~
Never underestimate the power of a good walk.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Good stuff (2)
1) It was good to know that the few people I know from Japan (including a college roommate, with whom I share a birthday) are doing well.
2) I looked at some blogs and saw this: Iso In Slow Motion: Bath Time! I think I just keeled over from cute.
2) I looked at some blogs and saw this: Iso In Slow Motion: Bath Time! I think I just keeled over from cute.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Bridge
I'm thinking of walking in a certain place near here.
When I walk over a bridge, or maybe just a place that kind of feels like a bridge, and it's surrounded by something nature-y, I always, almost, have to think of a certain girl. She was photographed by her father's friend/colleague, whatever. It seems, she had a father who was an author.
And maybe it was, maybe it wasn't based on her, but a character in the Light Princess has her name, it seems.
So that's a fairy tale.
But I think of her walking over a bridge, on her way to be a maid.
And other things.
Why so?
At times I've had many impressions of how things looked in her life.
Why so?
Who knows.
So.
A person is not a book character.
And the book maybe will be a musical?
Could be interesting.
Quien sabe? *shrug*
Quien puede decir.
People and books are different.
Still.
Weird little things.
Weird little connections.
All over the planet.
And another walk.
Walkin' After Midnight
When I walk over a bridge, or maybe just a place that kind of feels like a bridge, and it's surrounded by something nature-y, I always, almost, have to think of a certain girl. She was photographed by her father's friend/colleague, whatever. It seems, she had a father who was an author.
And maybe it was, maybe it wasn't based on her, but a character in the Light Princess has her name, it seems.
So that's a fairy tale.
But I think of her walking over a bridge, on her way to be a maid.
And other things.
Why so?
At times I've had many impressions of how things looked in her life.
Why so?
Who knows.
So.
A person is not a book character.
And the book maybe will be a musical?
Could be interesting.
Quien sabe? *shrug*
Quien puede decir.
People and books are different.
Still.
Weird little things.
Weird little connections.
All over the planet.
And another walk.
Walkin' After Midnight
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Swims...
Someone lives here.
Someone completes a project.
Something boring gets magical.
Something swims there.
Someone completes a project.
Something boring gets magical.
Something swims there.
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
How does life
How does it go from so-so sorry to awesome in such a short span of time?
How does it do that?
Meeting super interesting people. That's kinda how it does that!
How does it do that?
Meeting super interesting people. That's kinda how it does that!
Day of Days
Fat Tuesday (everyone knows that!)
International Women's Day (some people know)
International (woman race with frying pans) Pancake Day?
Pancake (Ohio) song
pancakeday.net
International Women's Day (some people know)
International (woman race with frying pans) Pancake Day?
Pancake (Ohio) song
pancakeday.net
Monday, March 07, 2011
Could be good stuff...
PS22 Chorus's Purple People&
Pilates Breathing - shared knowledge of a military spouse
Evolutionary, my dear Watson...
Pilates Breathing - shared knowledge of a military spouse
Evolutionary, my dear Watson...
Feels
Bad: rumbles about going to Libya
Bad/Good: I love it when people who have no family in the military go on about how patriotic they are and how much they support the troops. It's awesome.
Good:
(exquisite nothingness)
Bad/Good: I love it when people who have no family in the military go on about how patriotic they are and how much they support the troops. It's awesome.
Good:
(exquisite nothingness)
Sunday, March 06, 2011
Friday, March 04, 2011
Boo Hoo
She went after the next temp crown fell out and because she couldn't find the plug and wire stuff for downloading the good and gorgeous and beautiful trip reminiscing photos.
Boo hoo. Tear drip.
Pixies - Silver
Pretty is watching dripping ice icicles from heated outdoor pool and a mountain called Heavenly...
And also the drive up and interesting changes in terrain. All the sister and brother mountains.
Away away away...
Boo hoo. Tear drip.
Pixies - Silver
Pretty is watching dripping ice icicles from heated outdoor pool and a mountain called Heavenly...
And also the drive up and interesting changes in terrain. All the sister and brother mountains.
Away away away...
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Hell hath no fury
like a woman living in a complicated body.
Teeth should not feel like rocks.
That's just one aspect...
Teeth should not feel like rocks.
That's just one aspect...
Certain stories
USMA Coed class of 80, More Women Than Ever, Porcelain On Steel.
"Leaders of the women's and civil rights movements are not likely to mention West Point as an archetype of advancement on their behalf, nor would they probably point to the U.S. Army as an institutional model of minority progress and opportunity. But West Point and the Army have been microcosms where small battles and victories have led to fundamental social change." --Donna McAleer
"Leaders of the women's and civil rights movements are not likely to mention West Point as an archetype of advancement on their behalf, nor would they probably point to the U.S. Army as an institutional model of minority progress and opportunity. But West Point and the Army have been microcosms where small battles and victories have led to fundamental social change." --Donna McAleer
Friday, February 25, 2011
Such a moment
Big hall
Another's house
A girl named Ashley
Loved me
I was four
Show me how to blow milkweed
Draw a heart with an arrow
Big sister
Not by blood
But adored
Older and wiser
Big hall
Another's house
Spin me around
West Point, West Point
Like her father
They said she went
to West Point
like her father
Ashley, Ashley...
Another's house
A girl named Ashley
Loved me
I was four
Show me how to blow milkweed
Draw a heart with an arrow
Big sister
Not by blood
But adored
Older and wiser
Big hall
Another's house
Spin me around
West Point, West Point
Like her father
They said she went
to West Point
like her father
Ashley, Ashley...
Once upon a time
There was an inept assistant who lost a mold
And then took the one size fits all bad model
And made a patient WEAR A ROCK IN HER MOUTH!
And fought with her about seeing a more qualified person.
Assuming that one exists.
And probably was that one that spoke meanly to an elderly patient.
Poor thing, she's probably just overworked and trying to make a living right.
But maybe not!
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Hang ten, hang ten honey...
The Waitress
~~~~~~~~
IIEEE
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+Bill Schroeder +Irene MacDonald +Thoreau +CHRISTINE +others
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Elisabetta Sirani...
And then took the one size fits all bad model
And made a patient WEAR A ROCK IN HER MOUTH!
And fought with her about seeing a more qualified person.
Assuming that one exists.
And probably was that one that spoke meanly to an elderly patient.
Poor thing, she's probably just overworked and trying to make a living right.
But maybe not!
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Hang ten, hang ten honey...
The Waitress
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IIEEE
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+Bill Schroeder +Irene MacDonald +Thoreau +CHRISTINE +others
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Elisabetta Sirani...
Thursday, February 24, 2011
"Do give her a chance to set it right side up again"
"I have heard the Bible and have learned that Eve caused man to sin. Well if woman upset the world, do give her a chance to set it right side up again."
"But the women are coming up blessed be God and a few of the men are coming up with them. But man is in a tight place, the poor slave is on him, woman is coming on him, and he is surely between a hawk and a buzzard."
--Sojourner Truth
"But the women are coming up blessed be God and a few of the men are coming up with them. But man is in a tight place, the poor slave is on him, woman is coming on him, and he is surely between a hawk and a buzzard."
--Sojourner Truth
Sssss
Sad swallows a crown. Funny way of getting a crown.
Sad sat and read sad texts.
Sad.
Sad better pay the bill so the APR doesn't rise to 27%.
Shhhh...so the tooth doesn't fall out.
Sad sat and read sad texts.
Sad.
Sad better pay the bill so the APR doesn't rise to 27%.
Shhhh...so the tooth doesn't fall out.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
A find
I have found...
San Francisco's Girls Chorus! There's a CD where they give an excellent performance of the most difficult piece I sang in a choir.
Part: Alto II.
Magnificat by Nicola Porpora
"During the period of 1726 to 1739 Porpora was engaged as a teacher of music by the "Ospedali degli Incurabili", one of four famous Venetian orphanages renowned for their high level of musical performance. The orchestras and choirs of these asylums were composed of girl inmates. The "Magnificat" was composed for the aforementioned orphanage and received its first performance there."
(Notes from inside my tattered 1998 booklet for Magnificat - Niccola Porpora - Edited by Ralph Hunter - Edward B. Marks Music Company -copyright 1967.)
Future purchase: Music from the Venetian Ospedali
http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/sfgirlschorus3
15. Magnificat: Magnificat Anima Mea Dominum 0:51 MP3 $0.99
16. Magnificat: Et Exultavit 1:55 MP3 $0.99
17. Magnificat: Et Misericordia 1:44 MP3 $0.99
18. Magnificat: Fecit Potentiam 2:45 MP3 $0.99
19. Magnificat: Gloria Patri 1:07 MP3 $0.99
20. Magnificat: Sicut Erat in Principio 2:06 MP3 $0.99
Sicut erat in principio et nunc et nunc et semper, nunc et semper, et in saecula saeculorum amen
San Francisco's Girls Chorus! There's a CD where they give an excellent performance of the most difficult piece I sang in a choir.
Part: Alto II.
Magnificat by Nicola Porpora
"During the period of 1726 to 1739 Porpora was engaged as a teacher of music by the "Ospedali degli Incurabili", one of four famous Venetian orphanages renowned for their high level of musical performance. The orchestras and choirs of these asylums were composed of girl inmates. The "Magnificat" was composed for the aforementioned orphanage and received its first performance there."
(Notes from inside my tattered 1998 booklet for Magnificat - Niccola Porpora - Edited by Ralph Hunter - Edward B. Marks Music Company -copyright 1967.)
Future purchase: Music from the Venetian Ospedali
http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/sfgirlschorus3
15. Magnificat: Magnificat Anima Mea Dominum 0:51 MP3 $0.99
16. Magnificat: Et Exultavit 1:55 MP3 $0.99
17. Magnificat: Et Misericordia 1:44 MP3 $0.99
18. Magnificat: Fecit Potentiam 2:45 MP3 $0.99
19. Magnificat: Gloria Patri 1:07 MP3 $0.99
20. Magnificat: Sicut Erat in Principio 2:06 MP3 $0.99
Sicut erat in principio et nunc et nunc et semper, nunc et semper, et in saecula saeculorum amen
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Saturday, February 05, 2011
Awesomeness in a shopping list
Kale, dill, Mediterranean yogurt, Mary's Gone Crackers, herb salad, grapefruit, granny smith apples, Italian parsley, garlic, ginger, spinach, cucumber, celery...
Friday, February 04, 2011
Other winters
It was interesting to find a park. Like Sky Meadows.
To attempt to find relief or escape from what were then certain problems.
To rest, walking up a windy hill.
To find a little shelter to sit under, in cold weather.
To feel as if the essence of a Thoreau-like being was hovering.
Or just present.
It was cold. It was interesting.
To attempt to find relief or escape from what were then certain problems.
To rest, walking up a windy hill.
To find a little shelter to sit under, in cold weather.
To feel as if the essence of a Thoreau-like being was hovering.
Or just present.
It was cold. It was interesting.
Beauty of Life
Today I have a cold, still.
I listened to this song again.
Bebel Gilberto Winter Remix
It still reminded me of a high school friend I didn't know as well as I wish.
I still feel affected by knowing that now he's gone, at least in the form of the person I once knew him as.
Not so long ago, I was 15, 16, 17, 18....by the time those many years pass again I will be around a half century old.
What to do with that time?
I listened to this song again.
Bebel Gilberto Winter Remix
It still reminded me of a high school friend I didn't know as well as I wish.
I still feel affected by knowing that now he's gone, at least in the form of the person I once knew him as.
Not so long ago, I was 15, 16, 17, 18....by the time those many years pass again I will be around a half century old.
What to do with that time?
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
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...
Snicker is also quite a fun word, in and of itself.
Snick. Snicky. Snicket...
Monday, January 24, 2011
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.
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...
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...
Friday, January 21, 2011
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.
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.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
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
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One Modjeska
Another Modjeska
Saturday, January 15, 2011
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")
"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")
Thursday, January 13, 2011
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)
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)
Saturday, January 08, 2011
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?
Thursday, January 06, 2011
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."
"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."
Wednesday, January 05, 2011
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.
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
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.
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
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.
Such a strange place, school.
School is the job you were stuck in too, I suppose.
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