Saturday, November 27, 2010

Outta Your Mind

I'm sure you all know how much I adore Ellen. I have a soft spot in my heart for obnoxious women in general - Roseanne Barr, Mary Murphy, JACK from Will and Grace, Wanda Sykes. The list just goes on and on. Anyways I have probably watched this video a million times. Ok more than that. I have the moves practically memorized. And I love lil jon, love sytycd, love twitch. You get the point.

Outta Your Mind

is that the cat?


It has been peaceful here. Thanksgiving was a quiet dinner with Audrey and Robert - crab legs and chocolate pudding (YOW!) and roughly eight hours of skipo. The night before Thanksgiving Robert briefly indulged my desire to have a cat. After dining with friends we arrived home and there, up on the neighbors roof, was a yowling cat. He was one unhappy critter. After a little prodding Robert managed to scare it off the roof. I immediately went inside and grabbed my emergency can of cat food and within minutes had the cat in the house, purring in my lap. It appeared to be clean and well-fed so we kept the door propped open and after about 20 minutes it left. Although rumor has it that it's most likely a stray, it didn't appear to mind. Needless to say I have had my ears and eyes wide open. Robert is getting tired of me asking, "is that the cat?" at all hours of the day. It may sound like the freezer humming to you, oh dear Robert, but to me it's the cat, wanting to come inside and bat at the strings on our blinds.

And here you go again, courtesy of the shuffle on my itunes.

In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning

Jerusalem

Linda di Chamounix

Friday, November 19, 2010

a little cheap

I don't have much time so I'm going to drop more music on you, courtesy of the shuffle on my itunes.

Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons

Bond

Sarah Mclachlan

Monday, November 15, 2010

lists

recent etsy loves:

#1

#2

#3

song loves

Jesse Cook

and Alanis Morissette



a photographer that blows me away

Thursday, November 11, 2010

: )

So much is going on here.

I got the job : )

And also another part time job - home care for seniors.

Somehow I managed to get both jobs on the same day, just as I was getting over the cold/strep throat fiasco. So I have been scrambling around a little, but I wanted both and am very thankful.

Here's a little peek into my private world: I have known since the age of 12 that I wanted two things out of this lifetime, to write and to be surrounded by literature. I am 24, almost 25, and am living the life I dreamed about. That just makes me so f****** happy!

For awhile I pitied myself, laughed at and pushed my dreams around. I thought that I needed to prove myself, that success had a lot to do with money and comfort. Nope. I throw all that to the sky. I am here to write, and to appreciate and learn from other writers. It only takes a little of the green stuff to get by.

I still have moments of doubt, but there is only so much room for that.

I have never felt more balanced and alive.

That doesn't mean I wouldn't pack up tomorrow if we found a way to survive on the road ; )

But I am happy either way.

OH and I also started my dad's blog. As most know, he is an artist with a collection containing hundreds of drawings. I will be posting as fast as I can scan and edit. If you have any questions just shoot me an email.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Remember when bathroom doors were out to get me?

I was sitting here, reading The Best of American Poetry 1994 and listening to Ravi Shankur’s Raga Devgiri Bilawal and all of a sudden Mark Doty jumps from the pages and I am changed forever.

I have these unrealistic dreams, and then I realize that the reality is in my words, and that this is my world, such a bright kaleidoscope of nonsense. I am grateful for that tonight. That I can take a poem and pull it inside of me and watch it bloom. Tomorrow as my thumbs stir spines or as I make my next tuna noodle surprise Mark Doty’s words will surprise me.

As most know I have been volunteering at the library, and also trying to find work there too. It’s as close to a home as I’ll ever have. I mostly search for people’s holds, which are books people have ordered on the online website. Every time I volunteer I am blown away by the types of books people check out. The funniest ones from this week? How to enjoy sex in your marriage (I can’t remember the exact name), Welcome to the Jungle: Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Bipolar but Were Too Freaked Out to Ask, and The Complete Guide to Irish Dance. I had these back to back, so that increased the hilarity. I am not superstitious, but occasionally I like to put my itunes on shuffle, and listen to what the songs tell me, like they are a coded message from some other world. Lately I’ve been doing this with the holds, but in a different way. I’ve been keeping my eyes out for signs. So far, not a gosh darn thing. Obviously.

But right now Secret Garden is on, and the song is Moving, which can only mean that I need to move on, get back to poetry. ; )