Sometimes life tells you

You got some crazy southern people in your family, girl.
(Weird senses of humor and political e-mail forwards you don't care for.)
Well. Hah. I guess...they can be kinda funny...
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Also, there was some Valentine's thing on the radio where a lady was saying she's married and has five kids and they NEVER fight cause they share all the EXACT same values, and all that stuff. Hah!!!
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Cards. I wonder if I could write greeting cards for a living or a side job some time? Funny ones? Layout/artistic kinds of things would be sort of fun, too.
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I like this tart red cherry juice from TJs but I guess it's not to everyone's taste...
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Apparently, some think that it's got some medicinal qualities...

not HAL

This is the season one of my friends says, "I hate Val!" She has to do all this extra work & on call stuff for it. I'm like "but today is Monday the 13th and in less than 48 hours it'll be the day after Val! Are you excited?" But she's not because they have to drudge away the whole rest of the week too. Her Val is work is like hell week. "Val" also sounds funny because it sort of makes me think of something robotic, like a female version of HAL, from 2001 Space Odyssey. Though never did see that movie, actually. The world grinds on past every holiday. One time I read this in a comic--Little Kid: "How come there's a Mother's Day and a Father's Day but not a children's day?" Parent: "Every day is Children's Day!" Everyday is study grammar day. Everyday is celebrate difficult people day. On the other hand, there is this little kid I sometimes work with who is very excited about it. He's made two cards. One has a Tinkerbell picture on it for his girlfriend, and one has a Star Wars picture on it for his brother. Last time he said "My brother says my drawings are ugly." "I don't think that's true," I said. This time he said "My brother always love me." "I know," I said. And one of his nicknames is actually in this Blue Ridge Mountains song. Which is nice and peaceful...
Hmmm, they seem to always put some kind of ads before the version that's straight off the album.
Live version of Blue Ridge Mountains

Pretty cool; imaginative

Music/video:
OK Go - This Too Shall Pass
Something else to look at:
Wild Fruits by Henry Thoreau
It would be quite interesting to walk around one's neighborhood and observe the different kinds of plants more often...

Ha.

Two funny things:
1) Weird food holidays!
(beginning with Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk Day)
2) Conversation snippet which a friend sent from a "Sherlock Holmes" game--
"You are smart."
"You are also smart."
"I respect you as an adversary."
"I too respect you also."
"You won."
"You also won."
"Go on about your business."
"Let us never speak of this again."

Oh, "Howard's End"

Howard's End was a flick which made an impression on a younger person. (So old! Really, from 1992?) Younger person was fingering the characters, as kind of like...Emma Thompson - mother character, Anthony Hopkins - stepparent character, Helena Bonham Carter - kid in the middle character.
Emma Thompson character: Here are the keys, Henry. I'm leaving you. My life is with Helen now.
Anthony Hopkins character: Can we sit down for a minute.
Emma Thompson character: Yes, well, we'll have to sit on the ground, then.

Ugh

It's really an "ugh" sort of day. High! Low! High! Low!
However, it's not going to be tragic.
A walk near some woods will make things better.
MAKE things better.
Also there is going to be grammar and cats again.
Grammar has been dreaded, but, it will be liked.
If it's a doorway to another thing, it's great.
GO, GRAMMAR.
Actually...GO, WALK! That's the truth!

Songs on the way home...

And all mixed up...
Your Protector
He Doesn't Know Why
White Winter Hymnal
Ragged Wood

Oh music

T.S. Eliot was the Wasteland poet who also wrote Cats which became a musical among other things. And he was also apparently also prejudiced against Jewish people and ditched his crazy ex-wife. He sounds like a jerk. I kinda wonder what the deal was about the crazy wife. Crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy.
This is the best thing again today:
Cut Chemist - The Garden with anime
Capoeira me mandou dizer que já chegou
Chegou para lutar
Berimbau me confirmou vai ter briga de amor
Tristeza, camará
--Berimbau

Life on earth

is strange but not all bad. Thank you, strange life and it's people. There is a castle on a cloud... Went somewhere else to do laundry and pet cats tonight. Those cats had a zillion moods. But at least at the end they were all peaceful. I wonder where life will go next because lately, it seems like there's some kind of interesting repeat cycle thing going on...

Work...

Sometimes, do not understand...why the life does not get easier? Love insights. They are great. But then they can...get too distracting? And then...economic circumstances force a person to focus and not be so flighty. The great insights are...a strength? Day to day stuff is what gets way flippin' nerve-wracking. And so, sometimes think that people should pray and meditate all their free time. Or, at least for a portion of it. To focus. And face a task. A daunting task. Convinced (because of horrid sensitivity to bad experiences in the past) that you can't do something but then, you're pushed to, because you have to make money.
Hoping and praying to not be slain by the grammar beast.
ADD with grammar...it exists.

Pretty good year...

Thats a song I might should play. It's not even a favorite but it came to mind for some reason. Um...went through some old notebooks. Some days were not the good old days. I was looking for nice recollections. But, I found stuff like: "I got into a fight with x and it's the first one where I didn't cry. Good for me." Lord, I know I would not wish that time back! Sometimes I only half believe in that time?
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*****There's just this thing that happened recently. It's like I have this story in my head from another time. It's about two people and they would walk and interact in a lovely way. And then somehow that ended. If they fell into a dark hole, then I really wish I could pull them out. I do. Because why? Because, I liked them. They were nice. (Before they were not as nice.) They were very, very nice.*****
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Life goes on, life goes on, life goes on, life goes on & that is good!
I think I'd post a sunny picture with this but I better try to sleep.
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There's not enough space to put all the the things that can be expressed in something like a post. It's not possible to represent a life. A whole blog written for years could be like just one shaving curl on a multi-tiered cake of a life, maybe.

Methuselah

Sounds rather fascinating...
Methuselah Tree

Crazy

No need to panic, it's art
And sounds kinda messed up.

CATS

Whiskered animals with tails...are not tragic...tragic is people who wall out others, and the whiskered animals don't do that. Good for them. It's tough to cry over the tragic people. And so, as a life-wish, it may be better to simply celebrate the cats. Ah, humans...
A wise cat might contemplate them with peace in his heart.
Ah, humans...

Sunday, Sunday...

Superbowl for some, but "Song of Lunch" (Sunday am) for others! Sadly, sometimes literature disappoints. Someone watching along deemed it "excruciating" and had to leave the room. Well, the main character did seem a bit gloomier. Last time all the restaurant and food/drink details distracted. So, some people find melancholic poetry unbearable, others are less apt to tolerate horror movie trailers. What drives one person from the room is not the same as what makes another flee. Different strokes. I like how this post highlights the parts about T.S. Eliot and the unpatriotic tablecloth. How interesting, putting a poem on television. Now I wonder how long it will take before they will televise something like hash tags? Failure in relationships, friendships, etc. is an interesting theme, and some people can make art out of it. #sometimeselectiveamnesiahappensforareason How does one go about choosing a topic? Suppose you once found yourself trying to convince someone not to stomp off because of angry feelings at an old friend. The advisee did it anyway, and the friend tragically called out, "wait!" #soapoperaticmoments No matter if the advice was ignored, since the two seemed fine talking in the hall the next day #boyscanbefriendsinthehall #isn'tthatawesome #that'sokayIstillikeeatinglunchinthelibrary Or, like, what if weird dreams made you hallucinate an alternate version of reality #howamusing that didn't exist exactly that way #wellthat'sarelief according to another version? #whateverversionofrealityseemssane So the point of viewing Song Of Lunch is not to endure it because it is "excruciating" but to appreciate the use of language and who knows, maybe, hopefully, not end up like either of those characters? #yaypoetryiskindaliketherapy! Or at least think about how to write about food.

Languishing Library Books

When shall they be read?
Three Men In A Boat
The Elegance of the Hedgehog
It remains to be seen

Do Not Taunt Happy Fun Ball

Things that were (maybe not always tasteful, but?) amusing recently...
Sarah Maple's Signs
Upstairs
Sinatra Group - Phil Hartman and "Sinbad O'Connor"
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And, found on two pages of a book called "Designing With Type"
Page 117:

one must assume
the feminine role deliberately
which means converting a form of
subordination into an affirmation

If you like
I'll rage and roar on raw meat-
And then, like the sky, changing my hue-
If you like
I'll be unimpeachably tender,
Not a man, but a cloud in trousers

Page 116:
Hysteria - T.S. Eliot

The Song of Lunch

I feel a bit charmed by this. The Song Of Lunch. "Masterpiece Contemporary." I like the title. I like the actors. I like the attention paid to detail (not something I seem to naturally excel at). Such as, names written in the restaurant reservation book. Ha. I stared at one of those for so many hours of life, for years...so long...such a banal object, but full of names, handwritings, a record...I thought it would be good as something to drone on in the background while forced to work on something else, but maybe I'll have to watch it again on purpose...it's on again midnight Saturday (which is Sunday am.) Based on poem by...hey, based on a poem!
The typing (that is, the typing that's supposed to have been done) hasn't. Counters and floors have been cleaned. Brownies are baking.

To watch soon

The Invisible War Some quotes from that article, such as "'It says a lot that this goes on at the premier Marine base, within a mile of the U.S. Capitol,” Dick said. 'These are the people who guard the president; this should have been taken care of right away'...The victims so deeply believed that the military was going to be a protective family..." practically beg for a gloss that goes something like, "protective family, my ass..."

Intriguing Bio!

Taught herself to play on a crappy keyboard after she grew up, first in family to go to university, and now a successful musician? About Catherine AD
Tho maybe the eye-straining font on that page could use some tweaking.
This One To Watch article shows her with a hair ornament that looks like...A Viking Ship?

Some interesting Irish things

Or....people....
Older: Nothing Compares...
Newer: Angels In My Hair

Delightful

has to drag out old materials from school days (whats left after moves between 5 different states and 3 different time zones) and REALLY LONGS to smoke cigarettes. (Not a common feeling.) Don't do that any more so instead burning incense, drinking VERY strong green tea, and listening to old muuuuusic....like...6 Underground (Brings back a young summer of waiting tables. Standing outside of a restaurant and staff talk about how other restaurants bring better tips. Young men and their cars in the parking lot.) What next. This old box needs to really be gone through. Push It?
Que mas?
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From an old notebook:
JP's analogy: needling is like going into a batting cage, large long objects to wield. Cross stitching more intricate, more like going to a driving range.
(What? Was that perhaps supposed to be shooting range?)
Needs more incense.

7:45 on the LC

Midnight In Paris in a Community Setting. Community clapped and was charmed, but Someone Else had a cramp in her butt and thought, "the female characters are pretty snoozerific."
Lonely Guy in the corner said, He's a good actor, huh ?(He not She!)
Uh...yeah... Someone Else replied. And felt touched by Lonely Guy. But Then...
So Do You Come Here And Watch Movies A Lot?
No, Just This Time.
Someone Else regretfully acted on the impulse to leave. (How to be Nice and not A Jerk to the Lonely Guys of The World?) Someone Else had work waiting for her at home.

order of things

Got distracted from HW and instead...
Sarah Maple story
Sarah Maple website
Bored To Death
Topless Protesters
FEMEN

Mountain

She'll be down....
Mountain
The super helping song of the day

Examining unknowns

Today's productive new hobby: browsing around for info on fonts and their creators' bios. It's even rather fun to wonder about people who worked with typefaces, even if the net doesn't offer much exciting information about their lives. But there was Garamond (not as much about lesser knowns who altered his typefaces)...Baskerville led a rather interesting life & was friends with Ben Franklin...of course, there has to be someone with a rep, or rather, "reprehensible private life," like Gill of Gill Sans fame...a striking Scarlet Letterish image came from this entry about Bodoni... "On his chest, when examining his dead body they found the deep scar left by the bar of the printing press."

On the way to the funny building

Preparing to meet the building of funny this evening, since the book has finally arrived! Earlier, was on the way to a very different kind of funny building when I passed by a playground and a pack of swearing kids. I drew close to the pack and was surprised at myself. They were like young middle school kids talking about who the toughest kids are in their class. Something about their demeanor grounded me. I continued on, did what I had to do, and came back, relieved that the task had been completed. As I went by the park again on the way back a boy was fooling around or doing something on a little ledge. "This one's for you ma'am!" he shouted at me. "Just kidding." I took pictures of a tree with pink flowers. I do hope that Three Men will be funny!

Clubby

Um, so if this evening is any indicator, I'm not a book club person. Oh and by the way, everything's sexist. People are. Not trees so much. I heard that geese REALLY are. (Thinking of The Poultry Slam on This American Life.) That was a really cool story though. But possibly, I'm more of a "discuss stories over the phone with old grad school friends" person. And also, I just think I'm better at hanging out with crazy people. Which sometimes might just be...the crazy people in my head! She said. Sometimes I have a mini-crisis about what I should do about literature and then it's so ARRGH. I can study other things. Sometimes when I get in these moods I go on google and then I am sorry. I came across this--A Macabre Start--and--this was so very annoying--they had to say that so and so "held court last year surrounded by a bevy of beautiful women." FTS.

Sometimes the characters in Mad Men are annoying. But sometimes I like to watch that show...on the last episode I caught on Netflix, Joan yelled at Peggy in the elevator. "I'm just a meaningless secretary and you're a humorless bitch," said Joan. I had to find that quote in an article called Why Do The Mad Men Writers Make Betty Draper Such A Monster? Anyway, I think the lit festival article would've been much improved by (Insert Name Of Any Old Author) "held court, surrounded by a bevy of beautiful penises."

Mad Men may or may not be good for me? It's fun to watch. But I do suspect it's contributed to way too much drinking of beer and eating of Cheetos!

Hi song!

Tonight, song is Tiger Mountain Peasant Song. Thank you for making part of day a little better; 'tis helpful (along with some beer) especially during financial worries and also when some people really seem full of $#@!%.
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On an unrelated but not completely unrelated note Weird Stuff has happened.
To someone
Who neeeeeeeds
To make money!
Wow this was going to be a lot more articulate. I guess that's more for later as usual.
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After diligently working on something related to potential employment, I had to stop and watch television. Then I took a quiz. Result: You are the Dowager Countess of Grantham... Then I took it again. Same result. I think everyone is the Dowager Countess.

Blue Ridge Mountains

Blue Ridge Mountains
The FF block continues
(where photo was found)
RRRRRappahannock
Other cool mountains

And you will go

to Mykonos
with a vision of a gentle coast
And a sun to maybe dissipate
Shadows of the mess you made...
Brother you don't need to turn me away
I was waiting down at the ancient gate
You go wherever you go today...
--Mykonos

2 songs for Sunday night

Lorelai
The Shrine

humor to order

ordered 3 Men In A Boat from la bibliotecha in part because of Victorian Humor At Its Silliest... which also told me I should read A Revolution On The Page... Don't actually find My Papa's Waltz to be so frightening, but at age 14 instinctively liked it. Also felt the need to reread Dancing...

Very varied

What people do for a living.
This struck me as kind of funny:

You

must file Schedule SE if:

You had church employee income of

$108.28 or more

That's how it came out when I tried to cut and paste it. It's almost like a poem!

Days To Clean...

Today was such a day.
This was fun to find while fish baked in the oven...
Helplessness Blues (with nature footage)

Isles of influences

Happy Times! Seeing a big pond, feeling pockets of cold refreshing air by a reservoir, visiting a beach/pier at the end of "the mother road," trying British food while being stared at by a picture of Winston Churchill over a fireplace and a monkey shaped teapot, hiked up steps to the top of a parking garage, made it in spite of steak and kidney pie, watched A Dangerous Method, breakfasted on scrambled eggs with gorgonzola, and shall continue a certain pleasurable escapism with Season 2 of Downton Abbey (got the TV to work in color again, somehow), and I do truly like this:
Make glorious, amazing mistakes
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Whilst movie watching--Freud to Jung: "There's a rumor you've taken one of your patients as a mistress." (Cora to Lady Mary: "There's a rumor in London that you are not virtuous.") Internal snicker.
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Sin Nombre was sobering.

Kinda cool transition

Samurai
and then (started playing it about five sec b/f the end of the track, where they talk)
Walk to Dublin

Birds

Feeling ill? Google "peaceful"...
Peaceful Balance
Dreaming of Flight
Twin Souls
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Also...
eBird migration map

Bitter Dancer

For some reason I am thinking of Toulouse Lautrec models, a little.
Bitter Dancer made me think more of Native American dancing when I first heard it but who knows, any dancer...
For some reason that was good to listen to while chopping up jalapenos.
I think I might have to hear more on that album.
It's a good thing there's music to accompany these tedious tasks.
Grating cheese is quite tedious. Save 50 cents, grate the cheese. Grate, grate, grate...
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So then I had to look up the Toulouse Latrec models...a vague thought got bigger...and when the browser opened, the artist's cover of Do It Again came on. Kind of sounds different now...It's also on an oldish post by a person...somewhere...in the world... "Yeah, I dislike a lot of people and things" (it says at the top of the post.)

Like this I think never heard before tonight

Why? Maybe because it has interesting electronic bell sound effects that make me think of living in the 80s and part of me looking up to older girls and wondering what gorgeous lives and loves were in store for them (and eventually maybe me?)

"Sugar" B side from the China CD

And yet the lyrics are self-questioning in some fashion
And the electronic bell sounds also make me think of kitschy German tourist stuff in a store on the side of the road in Michigan
Those silly little clocks and sounds
Which is somehow like the middle ages calling through the kitsch

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Daisy Dead Petals is more like falling down on the hill and getting soap bubbles in my eyes at age four
staring at the cattails across the road
wondering what they are about
I think some people tonight get to hear Daisy Dead Petals live
I'll be looking for that one!

Clue

Another embed.



It's really surprisingly easy! That last one had a kind of wide frame though. Maybe should change that? Oh nevermind, this one's not as wide...I was thinking of something. When I was a sophomore in high school, a girl told me something brilliant that I've never forgotten. "I think people are made up of lots of different personalities." That makes sense, I remember thinking at the time. I also remember that she seemed to get very embarrassed or uncomfortable or didn't want to talk about it. Funny repressive school; changed a little bit later though. It seems like it's possible to have a personality that's shocked by some things and also have another personality that's totally blase about it. I think of other things. Like B.S. who had a tragic death. At some point I realized it was better to keep a lot of my ideas about that one to myself. But, why did I even have them? Why did I want to tell them even though it would be so inappropriate, maybe even offensive? What if you were sort of invaded by someone else's soul sometimes, but it was okay? Or what if...you were like "No, you know why it's like this? Because. It's just ME, okay. It's. Just. ME! What do you think happens to a soul after it left a body? Do you think it's just going to stay dead?" Arrgh. It is so so so not quite what's supposed to be said, and yet so so so what one of the personalities wants to say. It makes me think of a scene from a favorite childhood movie, Clue: "I'm not shouting! Alright, I am! I'm shouting! I'm shouting! I'm shout--" Clunk, goes the candlestick.

TA DA

Siren
First video embed.

Something interesting happened this weekend.
Well, first I got to go to a concert.
We got tickets I couldn’t afford because of knowing someone at Nike (goddess of victory!) It was funny because at the end I saw the artist’s husband at the back of the theatre. I swear, I was almost like, “Hey, what’s up.” He doesn’t know you! I stopped myself. That was odd. I also sort of had to say to myself “She’s not your mom,” when the artist first came out. It was great…got to see her live for the first time.
We got to see God/Tubular Bells/Running Up That Hill.
The second night I didn’t get to go, and maybe if I’d known they got to see Take to The Sky with the Datura bridge I’d have been jealous. But I was busy making my discovery.
Leather, they got, also. Leather…
So what it is, is this. You might decide, “Oh, why not” one night. That person you thought of from time to time but don’t know. Whatever happened to them? Distant relation, daughter of a parent’s cousin, who started out a life with some tragic circumstances. Well many things, apparently. Yes. Many things! A high school graduation. A couple of aliases. And some writing gigs. And something else, too. A career as a professional dominatrix? No kidding? Wow. It’s not necessarily to say that you should walk into a club and say something. That would be adventurous, obviously. (Like jetting off to the jungle!) Would you say, I saw that wedding photo when I was younger, and heard the story about you and I was intrigued by your name and now here we are, hey?
I looked at some other people, too. This girl was interesting. She wrote Hard Vanilla and about the weight of the heart. But that’s not her. This person was interviewed on NPR and also by her elsewhere. But that’s not her. They are younger. She’s older now (She still looks pretty young. She’s been on a magazine cover and in other things.) But, she even mentioned she won’t get as much work as she gets older. There’s a person out there who has decided to live in a suit of leather and a whip…I needed to get some air. Vanilla is probably something I am, I thought. Not like the girl that is “hard vanilla.” But the other kind.
Also, though, vanilla is something that is white when mixed with milk and sugar, and brown in a bottle.
I am going to use vanilla to make a scrumptious pannacotta!
I went for a walk in the evening. I walked by a house decorated like fairyland. (For Christmas.)
I was thinking of Siren and some tears came to my eyes but that seemed a little melodramatic and they receded as I walked home and I felt a little tickle in my chest. Like a fairy sits on my heart.

Pigeons!

Hatoful Boyfriend

Trees of the west, trees from the east

It occurs (to someone who grew up in colder climates)...it makes sense to see a star in close proximity to the silhouette of a palm tree during the Christmas season.

Twisted world

Listening to This American Life: Penn State and how people in town can't quite seem to process it. Very interesting. I was there a few times. They had good ice cream.
[And I think of the memoir Lucky. I know she went to Syracuse, but I thought she also might've mentioned Penn State in her book. I'm not sure. But how strange. There's a very old myspace page. It has photos. The captions say things like "Alice Sebold. Syracuse. The park i was raped in" And one says "Penn State, where i deeply regret going :("]
My own first memory of that place is from the 90s. Stuck inside, because stepfather's mother did not want me to go outside at night. Because of the rowdy fraternities. "Why not? How bad can they be?" my 14 or 15 year old self thought at the time.
Also, in the present, a fraternity is in the spotlight for a question about rape on a survey. Ok. BUT. What about all the times when date rape drugs got passed out amongst frat members and no one reported that? Or, even if it was reported, was it even followed up on?
Truly shocking how much that has happened.
It's a shame too.
Not everyone shares the same culture.

Finally watched

Manhattan, Kansas
The description sounds rather dire: the filmmaker returns to rural Kansas to reunite with her mother who five years earlier "threatened to kill her."
Really expected worse behavior from the mom--she seemed nutty but not all that bad by the time she got filmed. And actually, it's funny how things worked out kinda alright for the "crazy mother" at the end.

I just got so lucky

TICKETS ARE AT WILL CALL!!! SaturdaySaturdaySaturdaySaturday! I'm gonna be in a positively beaming attitude for the rest of the week.

Neem

Might be one on the property.
Very young. Needs to be verified.
Neem, Neem, the wonder tree

In which I rediscover

a writer. Omigosh, I bought this book, The Night My Mother Met Bruce Lee (that's not the same cover), when I was younger and thinner and in my twenties-er, from a temporary big box type discount bookstore and life was so different back then...As I read, it I was vaguely thinking about thinness and this ballerina figure I'm making into a circus girl for a project in Illustrator (so tedious, the shadows and color schemes, yet also rewarding) and thinking about drinking that ballerina tea...I was drinking a different kind of tea...and found this NPR story, It's called Along For The Ride...ack! they talk about food and stuff...it begins with her saying "The only time I ever hiked alone, I was attacked...ever since that day I've been terrified with nature and obsessed with survival...I had to learn to feel comfortable in nature..." Ack! Sometimes rediscovery is just so ACK! But it's a...pleasant ack? And also. If the world was different, there's some people who would be more famous. I didn't mean to sound like a Cathy comic. It's not like that. But for some reason it keeps coming out, that expression. ACK! So why...
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P.S.--Human Behavior

Trees

Mr. Twain & Tree Stuff

A tree

Coincidence Cause Effect

So.
Battle of Trees (the song) gets in my head...
And that night, maybe that very hour, Santa Ana winds rush through the neighborhood, uprooting them right and left, including the town holiday tree. (Christmas, Paganmess.) Nothing surprises me anymore. Actually I wish I'd gotten a picture of a certain lemon tree I drove by, for it was quite a sight to these eyes to see all that bright fruit strewn about. Alas, I did not.
Still wonder if I can get concert tickets...
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Hmmm! And, there is a Welsh poem! Interesting...I believe that Welsh ancestry--buried under a strong veneer of German-- was discovered a few years ago, along with some other things...

It's so in my head sometimes

though it's wine that induces babbling about it
Our language of love
the battle of trees
the Satie piece was in a movie
it had an artist called Swoon in it
Hmmm...so...I wonder...do I get to get tickets?
Do I? Do I? Will they come?
Ogham it says on wikipedia
Who knows
among my web searches
I listened to a cheer
strange, eh?
my father's cheer could be on the president's webpage
the ol' class of 74
inducts a classmate
I took not one single poly sci class in school
and anyways
but anyways
Our language...
CATHEDRALIZE?
that one word in a talk by un autor given at my friend's school
(she was sick, she couldn't come
i don't think she'd have dug
digs against military families)
I like that superfaraway view
um also
irene and the moonflower keeps beating me over the head with it
i found another moonflower thing
a child scribbled the word on a brochure I procured
and I didn't notice it til last night
so maybe that's Irene again
and she's all like
MOONFLOWER MOONFLOWER MOONFLOWER!
shrieking like a character from Alice
Who knows how Lewis Carroll got those characters anyways
like thieves, authors are like thieves...
I used to be so underling
right next to the government
and drunkards
and people who stole paychecks
and potential date rapists
and almost minimum wage
and aching feet
and illnesses
and and and and
is it gone forever???

Musicalness

There's musicalness in language. It's interesting to think about the way it's evolved, how parts of English could be like parts of another language (like Dutch).

This was a kind of mix up/mash up in my mind, like swirling together two different kinds of ice cream:

1)The garbled English (Dutch accent?) of the narrator of this clip about the Begijnhof in Amsterdam

2)The album version of Edge of the Moon, especially the faster part that comes around the 3rd minute mark ("now i’m going back past that marmalade sky ’cause you’ve got me waxing and waning...")

Tonight

I'm going to write with some friends over the phone. A few years ago, we were able to meet and stay overnight with this really interesting poet:
Ruth Stone She enjoyed our visit, too. She liked hearing our stories. And we washed dishes.
I still really like this anecdote:
Elizabeth Gilbert on Ruth Stone's genius

Peacock dance

well-remembered from Nutcracker: The Motion Picture (by the Pacific Northwest Ballet)

The Arabian Dance

Drosselmeier & Clara at the party

Drosselmeier, Clara, Prince, Nutcracker

Can't I be certain parts of four

five, six, seven, eight?
The Great American Hero!
Wonder Woman...
The only thing that sucks about the 80s is I almost can't not think about how lousy some things still really were.
And Don't It Make My Brown Eyes Blue
No it did not! Though I spent some time staring in the bus mirror and wishing. Once they did turn blue, for just a fraction of a second.
HAZEL GREEN I'm happy with you now though!

It is true

J. Lo sells cars. I am shocked!
Some of those captions are rather funny.

I just got a yen

to watch this:
Waitress from 90s with Hang Ten
And also, to say, think of the ones you lost! Are they not great gifts to you?
Gib mir die Alten (Give me the olds)

Aaaaaaaaa

So if I did it over again I'd sing more!!!!
I miss my young little life.
I liked swimming pools (after I learned to swim) and Christmas.
I disliked feeling fat.
Also Liked:
Art and some parts of school and singing and music on the radio and leaves and crayons and stuff. Food. Reading. Rollerskating. Other things too.
Also Disliked:
Seeing a friend in tears when her uncle beat her for crossing the street at the wrong time. Other things...
But now, what to do to honor the 8 year old?

Friend's school's calendar

I'll get it when/if ever I have extra money...
Mildly Attractive Men of SLIS

Funny

This was the best status I read in the last five minutes:
John Doe: "just emptied out the contents of my digestive tract."

A strange day

One teacher tricks and humiliates a student and makes himself bigger.
A girl teaches and tricks and then admits "this was a trick" and downplays her trick.
She's better. Right? Though they both left an impression.
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He was in a building and did it with words.
She was in a nature preserve and did it with pinnate leaves

Do you know

Right now....really, really, really, thinking this person did a good job, no, a great job, on a certain song, which probably won her fans who often skip it when they play a CD that has it there, but it's good it was put there, and that's because, for me, well, many songs won me over, but there is one that I do, deep down, feel bad about skipping a whole lot. I have skipped and skipped and skipped because you don't always want to hear it. And not every one has felt that way either. At one time, I was pretty discomfited when I read this: In Defense of Offensive of Offense Art:
"When I was fifteen, I prank-called a rape hotline...This is maybe the worst thing I have ever done...when I got bored at basketball practice, I would start singing "Me and a Gun"..." That person has been to more concerts than I...I've been to zero concerts of my...favorite artist?
Me and A Gun
Do you know Carolina...
Maybe at times I've even skipped and been "bored" by it. But truly this is my favorite artist, and my least favorite song to play, but she did a great job on this one. I feel very grateful. It's like carving giants paths in a deep, deep snowdrift for other people...little girls and boys who'll need it to help them...you don't always feel that way about an artist and you don't always even want to feel that way...really...how can you ALWAYS want to feel that way???...when you do though...it's verymuch how you feel you should be be, looking in the right direction....
Me and A Gun xerxes remix by somebody

What's the cure for SS

Someone bought me a big thing of organic salad but it's already past it's prime and it makes me SAD.
Ate some tonight but had to pick out so much (slimy stuff) and it was not so enjoyable. Please. I need a salad freshening container and why is everything so expensive when it's hard to make $ in this economy.
Want to eat healthy.

Mary's Boy Child Bom Bom Bom Bom?

What do you get when you cross the bom bom bom part of Mr. Sandman with Mary's Boy Child? I think a version sung by a either men's choir or a small group of men. (NOT female voices.) Like....Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom. Hark now hear the angels sing a new king born today....
SIGH. It just drives my inner second or third grade self CRAZY every season I cannot seem find whatever version I liked, which was bouncy and kidlike and simple too. Am I actually crazy, or what obscure little version did some radio station in upstate NY play of Mary's Boy Child in the early 80s?
Song, come find me sometime!

Truly salute you, universe of weirdness

I was expressing my annoyance with trying to get a browser to function on my old outdated Mac (as opposed to the sluggish but also more browser-friendly PC, but it also doesn't have the same software) when he of the larger and better computer said, "You don't want me to make you happy?"
"No, it's not that, I'm just annoyed with this thing...Okay, sure, fine, so what're you going to do."
Chair swivel. "I'm downloading this."
"Uh...okay. You're right. That does make me happy!"
(I do listen to it sometimes on Spotify now. And yes I entered to win tickets, too.)
"You have points to download it?"
"Yes."
"Okay, cool."
I went back to my task. For a typography project, I'm using some song lyrics, one of the ones I was considering was Datura. I went to this site to obtain the lyrics and then I scroll down...
I: The song Datura that I was having a listen to – I’ve been reading up on it. Now apparently you have a herb garden with a list that you run off in the song Datura as well.
T: Had.
I: You had? What’s happened?
T: You know that Hurricane Irene?
And then, if I actually had the ability to formulate a concrete sentence in my thought process, it probably went: Wow, sometimes the universe likes to fuck with you. Then I paced around for a few seconds with chills on my skin, which might not sound like a long time, but it's enough. I'm not even sure if I've never read that before, but even if I did, this was the first time I got the "shock of recognition" so to speak.
Sheesh.
So it's not that it's a bad thing, but yes sometimes I do have to salute the universe for these moments of weirdness.
Oh okay.
Since he said "Happy Birthday" at the conclusion of the download, I guess I should also mention I found out the other day that this was the "top tune" pick on my birthday this year. Weird and interesting. Like I said...

Cool discovery

Video about surfer Kelly Slater with music by Ben Howard
I have just now only heard one song. (Black Flies.)
I looked it up. It's by a 23-year-old musician? Wow! I feel like that person may be a young man but is a wise old soul?

You almost could be there?

That's how it can feel when you watch something!
Take To The Sky with bridge from part of Datura
And hah, its funny because when I read "In Russia thieves and murderers stupified their intended victims with a concoction made of the ground seeds, and young girls were procured for prostitution," in the part of the Health Plants of the World library book that talked about Datura, I did indeed think, hey...doesn't she sing that one song about Russia...

Battle of Trees

A while ago, I had a very striking dream of this musician, her younger self, and she was on this west coast and there were exploding redwoods. Either she was exploding them or they were just exploding for some other reason.
So Battle of Trees, of course, intrigued me.

Ack!

Apparently the Karate Kid is 50.

Beautiful flower put to bad use

From old library book (found while hunting for another book for class):

"Jupiter, according to the Doctrine of Signatures, governs the Thornapple (Datura stramonium) and it was therefore used against epilepsy, fits and madness. All parts or the plant are narcotic and the evil uses to which it has been put in the past account for it's old name of Devil's apple. In Russia thieves and murderers stupified their intended victims with a concoction made of the ground seeds, and young girls were procured for prostitution. The therapeutic value of the thornapple however, has been appreciated by physicians in both the Old and New Worlds."

Book: Health Plants of the World: Atlas of Medicinal Plants

We're in flower

Very happy with the words typed in the title box.
Though I've yet to determine what they have to do with the thoughts that preceded typing them and so, an intentional ramble! Tried to read the old speech given to the class of '74. It was weird how I found out about this speech. It's because of a photo on my phone. The wife of my relative who graduated back then took a snapshot of two men. How well do they know each other? Eh, who knows. They look rather brotherly in the photograph. I decided to try to look up the one and somehow got to this old thread; it said two things: 1)With all the talk about war of ideas and morality, this is well put. http://gos.sbc.edu/r/rand.html Martin 2)Just a disclaimer: I don't agree with her view on selfishness and a few other things (based on the little I've read). Still think it was an okay speech. M Um, okay...am KUNG FU ZED..."They might say: 'Consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds.' They got it from a very little mind, Emerson." Honestly that's the most interesting it's gotten so far. Goodness though, the woman seems like she'd be fun to pelt with small hard apples.
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Off to chauffeur someone who locked himself out.

Oh, honestly

Accidentally found this: Philosophy: Who Needs It--Ayn Rand talk (USMA 1974). Good grief. Is THAT why there was a big thick hardcover copy of The Fountainhead laying around the various homes/apartments of my childhood when I was a kid...shall we peruse the web to see if we can find that old school copy? Alas, it seems not...vaguely remember that it had a woman's face on the jacket (I think) and looked so big and important, Like That's What The Grown-ups Read...I think the first few chapters of it were as far as I ever got...probably was too bored with (yay) Howard Roark...my only exposure...now I feel like thinking about wine glasses...I wonder if a wine and Ayn Rand novel club could be funny or just painful...probably painful...but who knows...

Ha

This amused me and resonated:
Giving The FBI What It Wants
Partly because I now have to go over the minutiae of my own life to protest a ticket attributed to my vehicle and given in a city I've never even been to yet. I looked it over while listening to a playlist of bf's called "xenophobia." It's all songs he's unfamiliar with, such as #44: An Eluardian Instance - Of Montreal - Skeletal Lamping - Alternative
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Holy...does the video have trumpet flowers????
The universe wants me to learn more about plants!!!!

That flower

Ever since I was 16 (or younger), for over half of my life, I've been thinking about a person and it was always about the girl and the garden and the flower and the upperclass guy and the confusion and the suffering that was trapped in that little story. And yet, all this time, why was it so important that I had to identify the flower, and I could not do it, and when I did it was like that's it.
And I looked under Datura and someone goes (in a comment):
"Big day today....Tori played the bridge of Datura LIVE tonight. :)
-- lionessdollposse 1 day ago"
The girl I know who is working as a maid now, she does not listen to the same music, but she likes lions very much.
Maid Flower Night
That story is like a secret (that needed to be told). It is like something about the world that is disturbing. Like why there is attraction (or attractiveness?) to erotic violence. There is something to do with that.

Funny day. Like a treasure hunt

Get up in the morning and drive to school. The southern left coast is quite nice in the morning. Then go to class and be entertained by a somewhat sardonic British guy whose actually American but his father, who was in the service, "buggered off" when he was a kid so he was raised by his mother, and later, go on a treasure hunt for the books for class. One of the books is hard to find but there's this little hole-in-the-wall library, kinda shabby, you didn't know about before, it's got a tiny parking lot and is close to a psychic, and they have it! And the librarians are surprisingly friendly, and there's little kids eating popcorn and taking over the library and ducking behind the "haunted house" curtains thrown over the stacks and a dancing electronic skeleton that sings "The worms crawl in the worms crawl out..."
The book, the object of the treasure hunt, is Sin and Syntax.

You know how it can take years?

To put two and two together?
That happens sometimes.
Oh man. It just happened again.
Oh MAN
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O kay so.
First...Irene, photograph in photography textbook blah blah long time ago stuff okay.
Irene maid garden flower guy weird not good stuff weird unhealthy affair abuse flower okay. Tea is whistling now.
Okay...Part TWO: Modern day bad economy. Emails about a maid job. Make a portrait for a class and the teacher says it's very dreamlike and it's based on a photo taken in a garden and has a big purple swirl. Okay Part THREE: Muy bad day and trying to come back from the brink of awful thoughts. Seemingly connected with OLD STUFF. LIKE OLD FEELINGS. How to explain? Some other time maybe. Part 3 1/2: Next day is good, better feelings, but then find out someone committed suicide in front of an antique store like two blocks away (read about it in a story). Okay Part Whatever: Garden visits, Irene (not as maid but as a book character? to turn into musical, maybe? nevermind, no musical, um, for now...)
Part FOUR: Garden visits for years and music and strange attachment to song Datura.
Part FOUR point FIVE: The last 24 to 48 hours have been filled with fits exhaustion and needing to dive into a room and turn off all the lights and be really quiet.
Part FIVE: Drift Away from that story about the guy who killed himself and look at a story about local flowers. A flower that is here. She (the maid) went out to the garden at night and was entranced by a flower. Then the aristocrat guy came and the disastrous stuff...
A flower at night...a flower at night...equals....
The Moonflowers Bloom At Night
Also called "Devil's weed."
It was DATURA.
Oh you wonder why it takes so long. So many years.

This

Crystal Bowl Healing

Whoa awesomeness

I just remembered some books I read, probably at a daycare center, when I was a little kid. It just kinda came back to me. Wow, have I even thought of those in decades?
Rather a good way to come down from a long brutal panic attack...
Seem to recognize many from a google search of book images and such:
Sixteen and Away From Home
Eighteen and On Her Own
Nineteen and Wedding Bells Ahead
Stories From the Growing Years
Treasures From Grandma's Attic
At Home In North Branch

Selections

Library books with titles and contents that are more fun than having a crazy morning after waking up from dreams about drifting around in a foreign country trying to find a safe place to sleep...
(But, maybe not more fun than going crazy?)
(If it's in a FUN way?)
Anyway
1) Eat My Words
2) Stronger Than Dirt

How nice it would be

To work at something I truly enjoy that seems to help people
To pay all bills efficiently
To learn more about nature and plants
Wouldn't it be nice? YES!

Zzzing

Phone buzzing in the morning. Obligated to get up to check it. Did someone call about a job?
No!
"I heard on the radio today that Evenflow by Pearl Jam was recorded 20 years ago...ugh. We are officially old!"
That's a nice way to wake up. (After another dream about the tidal wave coming...) Officially old? Not really though. It's Fake Old! When you get older, you'll talk about how young you feel! (Hopefully?)
When you get old hopefully you won't care so much about being old.
Cry Me A River was playing a lot when we were still young and it's not 20 years old. It's not even a decade old!
But damn, there was a lot of money back then.
Just like it seems in the video.

Sometimes wish

That it was spelled
SOEMTIMES
and to see weird spellings all the time like in the old texts
and that weird stuff happened more
like when the Virgin of Guadalupe Channel would come blasting on in the middle of the night
and then we figured out it was the weird coincidence of the TV coming on by itself and the antenna tuned into that channel
and um...
then it wouldn't do that anymore and then I got a Virgin of Guadalupe calendar
I made an altar to her once when I really needed someone to live
and they did
and sent a calendar later with her on it
just by coincidence
she looks on me all the time now even if I don't notice her at every moment

Although

Although there is an acerbic comment about Target beneath this video
Do It Again
the funny thing is that I can't get a job at Target! Even when they're hiring!
Hilarious.
Although I can't get a job at Target, this cranberry apple rosemary sauce is delicious
and can be made with honey... Although Honey and others would be nice to hearslashsee
(Daisy Dead Petals!)
I can say who cares, who wants to support a plastic surgery habit and wine cellar when there's way more important stuff anyways
but Waitress gets the replay button a lot and some of it's probably just because of the money...
And I like stretching a can of tuna, I really do...Tuna Melts, yum! And, I want to learn to sew my own clothes!

To read!

Juniper
kinda hard to find in the local library...
setting a goal!

In a life

There was book that described guardians who talk to you after you die and they explain what you need to go back and do again, because you didn't accomplish it this time. Is there a point to being someone who thinks she kinda, like, inherited memories from the ROTC guy who got shot down by the National Guard? Or to being the offspring of someone who goes to the party of the retired classmate who is now the head of the intelligence agency of a country? Or to being the unmedicated one? So what, why do those things matter? Flowers seem to matter...and they seem more interesting when they are growing in the earth...
Journey of Souls was that book.

shapes

are in plants
and this book:
Botany in a Day
The author has an interesting story...

Hearts

Plants, flowers, trees!!!!

Le FB share

is fun. So it seems a friend was just on Kojo Nnamdi to talk about protests.

Loved this!

Just saw it.
Unoffical video for tune-yards - gangsta
Meow
And then
Real Live Flesh
Bizness
Maybe more later, I have to go read

Entertain us...

Evening's Netflix was Zack and Miri Make A Porno.
"Oooooh, snow....remember how cold weather felt? Oh wait, nevermind, you never lived in a place with that weather."
Hmmmn, songs from when I worked either as a waitress or in a cafeteria.

so where are you

hum. are you in that state of your life where orange juice is good, because, yay, healthy O.J., diabetics drink it, or are you in that state of your life where it's bad and caloric and you should eat and peel the orange instead, and also what do certain persons' energies (i'm looking at you thoreau&emerson beatrice&ludovico elisabetta dante ben christine yada etcetra whatdoyouwantalreadynow?) are things to think about when eating almonds in the morning (that's the night-morning, so, it is healthy? caloric? terrible to eat before sleeping? that's pretty lame, not the part about peeling an orange, but saying it's just "bad and caloric" ugh why do people do that and then drink gallons of diet soda, FTS) hum. went the brain.

Fact of it is

there's people who scan the want ads in sickening panic on Sunday night and then drink cheap bourbon and ginger to feel better, and cheap isn't bad, and (even if you have relatives who can't drink because they've been to rehab) it's still a medicinal tonic!
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Also it's a drink for a four year old to sneak out of the adult's glasses in the livingroom.
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Also the adults could've been in the army.
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Also Army Dreamers was out then but probably none of them knew it.

A Thing To Try

Now In Rainbows (which I'm not so familiar with) is playing and it reminds me...
Driving in the hills (mountains) of Pennsylvania while listening to Koyannisqatsi.
Haven't done that in a long time, but I remember...

Intriguing things

So there was a dream where a guy drove around and lived in a big house in the hills somewhere and I talked to him a little? In his car maybe? Then he went to his house. I didn't go. It was secluded and nice, in some California far-off hills somewhere. That one looked a bit like Jon Stewart (wtf? dreams) And yeah I noticed his resemblance to James Stewart in this movie he was in with Ginger Rogers which I caught on TCM at a house when I was feeding some cats HMMMMMMMMM...
I like this and it's superaffordable and I'll see if housemate buys it...
A. Palmer sings Radiohead on Ukulele

Spritz

"Martin and martini," Mrs. Krueger said again. "I wish I could think like that but I just don't have a creative bone in my body. Now, Nancy." She turned to me again. "You're lucky. You're creative."
"I am lucky," I agreed, spritzing the countertop with 409.
--A Broom of One's Own by Nancy Peacock (pg 43)

Mr. Cash $$$

Sometimes, Cry Cry Cry plays in the background, and wow, it's appropriate. In a way, it's cool, actually, to have a good solid reason to feel slammed into the ground. It's not as crazy, like if your mind is suddenly going to pieces, thinking about folks hurling themselves over bridges, because of being overwhelmed with A B & C hitting the mind all at once. Just one solid reason...it's calming. And all because of A Solid Reason. Funny that! Get Rhythm...
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Big River...

Pas de deux

Kind of like, beauty & also
this is how people can live.
Interesting to watch in the dark.
Norman McLaren's Pas de Deux