i wanna be sedated...
Current mood: dorky
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities
tuesday, november 7, 2007
have i mentioned lately how much i love digital cable?
not only can the kids find endless variety of BBC-kids supplied cartoons replete with oddly moody soundtracks and fabulously accented characters, BUT i can spend a good half hour playing around on the Oh!Oxygen Channel's A-Z Karaoke channel.
who knew so many socially distraught women would want to be howling along to the Ramones at 12:30 in the mornin on a Monday?
tv may be one of the opiates of the masses, but far be it from me to label that as a bad thing
Currently listening:
Red Headed Stranger
By Willie Nelson
Tuesday, November 7, 2006
Friday, November 3, 2006
tea
tea
Current mood:sated
friday, november 3, 2006
i think that a strong cup of black tea, steeped in two parts water, one part milk, with half a squeeze from the honey bear (or, in a pinch, a teaspoon of sugar if said honey bears has gone MIA from the pantry) can go a long way to curing most daily ills...
Current mood:sated
friday, november 3, 2006
i think that a strong cup of black tea, steeped in two parts water, one part milk, with half a squeeze from the honey bear (or, in a pinch, a teaspoon of sugar if said honey bears has gone MIA from the pantry) can go a long way to curing most daily ills...
peaches
peaches
Current mood: frustrated
friday, november 03, 2006
i sat curbside in the shade
just outisde the summer heat
attempting to throw off
the blanket of humidity
to breathe
to eat
the swollen fruit
that laid countertop for days
ripening in crisp paper bags
first bite, skin popping, tears flesh
juices lingering
on fingertips and dripping
down my chin
onto kneecaps
drawn up to chest
so i could wiggle my toes at the edge
of the cool cement sidewalk
Currently listening:
Breathe Me, Pt. 2
By Sia
Current mood: frustrated
friday, november 03, 2006
i sat curbside in the shade
just outisde the summer heat
attempting to throw off
the blanket of humidity
to breathe
to eat
the swollen fruit
that laid countertop for days
ripening in crisp paper bags
first bite, skin popping, tears flesh
juices lingering
on fingertips and dripping
down my chin
onto kneecaps
drawn up to chest
so i could wiggle my toes at the edge
of the cool cement sidewalk
Currently listening:
Breathe Me, Pt. 2
By Sia
Monday, October 30, 2006
sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name...
sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name...
Current mood: nostalgic
Category: Friends
monday, october 30, 2006
i've realized over these past few weekends, my friends are a bit of an acquired taste. While eccentric at best, they are the people i always wanted to be growing up. they say that you surround yourself with people who complement your personality. not neccessarily those who are most like you, but who contain the qualities to which you aspire... They are teachers and students, musicians, artists, healers, writers, lovers and listeners, dancers, doers, thinkers, the loves of my life and the backbone of my social strata...old friends and new... local and long distance...they remind me to smile and not to take life to seriously.
And now, said Max, Let the Wild Rumpus Start!
Current mood: nostalgic
Category: Friends
monday, october 30, 2006
i've realized over these past few weekends, my friends are a bit of an acquired taste. While eccentric at best, they are the people i always wanted to be growing up. they say that you surround yourself with people who complement your personality. not neccessarily those who are most like you, but who contain the qualities to which you aspire... They are teachers and students, musicians, artists, healers, writers, lovers and listeners, dancers, doers, thinkers, the loves of my life and the backbone of my social strata...old friends and new... local and long distance...they remind me to smile and not to take life to seriously.
And now, said Max, Let the Wild Rumpus Start!
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
sellout
sellout
Current mood:ashamed
Category: Fashion, Style, Shopping
wednesday, october 25, 2006
i remember when i was younger i would always nibble away at the cuffs of my shirts. a nasty habit to be sure, but an inescapable one. I would wiggle my thumbs from the inside and gnaw on the edges of my cuffs from the outside in moments of extreme boredom, frustration, agitation (insert emotion here). ultimately what i would have are two nifty thumb holds - so that the cuffs of my shirts could extend down well past my callused palms (can you say former gymnast?) but i would still have full use of those wonderfully opposable digits which separate us from the missing links of the world (tom robbin's description of said links notwithstanding).
today i am a sellout
today i am wearing a shirt with precut, prestitched thumbholes.
what seemed a novel and exciting idea in the store quickly lead to a quirky form of shoppers remorse. not over the price (a measely $14.99) but over the preconstruction of it all...i am so ashamed.
oh don't think the shame of it all will stop me from glancing down from time to time today and smiling at my shy palms and exposed thumbs...but the shame is there all the same.
Currently listening:
A.M.
By Wilco
Current mood:ashamed
Category: Fashion, Style, Shopping
wednesday, october 25, 2006
i remember when i was younger i would always nibble away at the cuffs of my shirts. a nasty habit to be sure, but an inescapable one. I would wiggle my thumbs from the inside and gnaw on the edges of my cuffs from the outside in moments of extreme boredom, frustration, agitation (insert emotion here). ultimately what i would have are two nifty thumb holds - so that the cuffs of my shirts could extend down well past my callused palms (can you say former gymnast?) but i would still have full use of those wonderfully opposable digits which separate us from the missing links of the world (tom robbin's description of said links notwithstanding).
today i am a sellout
today i am wearing a shirt with precut, prestitched thumbholes.
what seemed a novel and exciting idea in the store quickly lead to a quirky form of shoppers remorse. not over the price (a measely $14.99) but over the preconstruction of it all...i am so ashamed.
oh don't think the shame of it all will stop me from glancing down from time to time today and smiling at my shy palms and exposed thumbs...but the shame is there all the same.
Currently listening:
A.M.
By Wilco
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
lyrics
lyrics
Category: Music
wednesday, october 18, 2006
Shamelessly reproduced here without any form of official permission:
Jeff Buckley's "Hallelujah"
Because i just love the lyrics...
Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Well baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
You know, I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
And Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do ya?
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew is Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Currently listening:
Grace
By Jeff Buckley
Category: Music
wednesday, october 18, 2006
Shamelessly reproduced here without any form of official permission:
Jeff Buckley's "Hallelujah"
Because i just love the lyrics...
Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Well baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
You know, I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
And Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do ya?
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew is Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Currently listening:
Grace
By Jeff Buckley
Friday, October 13, 2006
he said...she said...
he said...she said...
Current mood: contemplative
friday, october 13, 2006
is the truest definition of a woman one who can both inflict wounds and tend them?
are we cunning and courageous as the bloodthirsty biblical judith?
are we soft and serene as Bouguereau portrayed us?
are we all both indira and eve?
devis and devils?
does it matter?
i mean, let's face it, we're talking chromosomal differences here...but the chasm is at turns so narrow that one could hop from side to side...and at others yawning so wide that there is no sight of the other side. why is that? venus and mars notwithstanding why do we need interspecial translators to speak to one another. a very wise friend of mine once said that in her experience women need to first experience some level of intimacy before having sex, and that men often need to have sex to experience intimacy...i always wondered for how much of the populas this held true...if any (exceptions apply - let's not split hairs now) When i ask a favor it's never so much that i need assistance, only that i want my husband/brother/father/insert male quivalent here to have wanted to help me...to have wanted to put my needs before their own - in and of itself a twisted notion to be sure and purely unfair...oh i know...but it doesn't make it any less true. which begs a new question - can we even help ourselves? or more importantly - why should we even want to?
why pick at the scabs of our differences when we can revel in them. i will never stand up to pee...i will never bodily move another out from the line of sight between an arm chair and sports center...i will never grunt an approval...and i'm really very fine with all of that. Equally i hope that the males in my life never secretly long for a candlelit bubble bath, or shed a tear over a cotton commercial (while post-partum...cut me some slack here) or sigh and shiver uncontrollably at the removal of certain societally-required undergarments. Its these differences so integral to our beings that help to define who we are... whether these differences are learned or programmed into that single chromosome may not matter so much in the long run. the chasm will always be there...i'm just looking for a reliable rope bridge along the way.
Currently listening:
Sympathique
By Pink Martini
Current mood: contemplative
friday, october 13, 2006
is the truest definition of a woman one who can both inflict wounds and tend them?
are we cunning and courageous as the bloodthirsty biblical judith?
are we soft and serene as Bouguereau portrayed us?
are we all both indira and eve?
devis and devils?
does it matter?
i mean, let's face it, we're talking chromosomal differences here...but the chasm is at turns so narrow that one could hop from side to side...and at others yawning so wide that there is no sight of the other side. why is that? venus and mars notwithstanding why do we need interspecial translators to speak to one another. a very wise friend of mine once said that in her experience women need to first experience some level of intimacy before having sex, and that men often need to have sex to experience intimacy...i always wondered for how much of the populas this held true...if any (exceptions apply - let's not split hairs now) When i ask a favor it's never so much that i need assistance, only that i want my husband/brother/father/insert male quivalent here to have wanted to help me...to have wanted to put my needs before their own - in and of itself a twisted notion to be sure and purely unfair...oh i know...but it doesn't make it any less true. which begs a new question - can we even help ourselves? or more importantly - why should we even want to?
why pick at the scabs of our differences when we can revel in them. i will never stand up to pee...i will never bodily move another out from the line of sight between an arm chair and sports center...i will never grunt an approval...and i'm really very fine with all of that. Equally i hope that the males in my life never secretly long for a candlelit bubble bath, or shed a tear over a cotton commercial (while post-partum...cut me some slack here) or sigh and shiver uncontrollably at the removal of certain societally-required undergarments. Its these differences so integral to our beings that help to define who we are... whether these differences are learned or programmed into that single chromosome may not matter so much in the long run. the chasm will always be there...i'm just looking for a reliable rope bridge along the way.
Currently listening:
Sympathique
By Pink Martini
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
