I feel like putting something on my blog October 21, 2009
But I’ve been busy.
I moved to Seattle :)
My galoshes now form the lower half of my exoskeleton (every night I shed them but they regrow by sunrise), and the trees are just lovely this time of year. I had a bunch of thoughts about life, but they’ve all washed away with the rain, so this isn’t going to be one of those posts. I’ve had no furniture or cable or internet or social life, but I’m loving my autumn here. Here’s the media that is making this time so wonderful.
Books~
“The Poisonwood Bible” by Barbara Kingsolver - I try to live on this momentous shifting terrain between enjoying reading and learning from reading. This book straddles that terrain. Beautiful beautiful beautiful. Kingsolver paints an image of a tired woman as a sunflower with too heavy a head that haunts me whenever I start to feel rundown. I wish I could eat this book and ingest its ways with words.
Some book about Degas’ work that I got in the 50 cent bin. Open the book anywhere. On the right page is a painting, on the left page Degas describes his thoughts when he created that painting. It’s tiny so I read it on the bus — a perfect segmented book for short trips. One might call this a bathroom book. I’m going to invent the term “bus book.” Much more ladylike.
Albums~
Django Reinhardt – “Out of Nowhere”
Imagine warm wooden furniture and men smoking their pipes and the city just after dusk when the street lamps illuminate.
Beach House – “Devotion”
When these songs come on, I tap my foot and surreptitiously wipe a tear from my eye. Not a lot of music can do both of those things to a person at once.
Movies~
Haven’t been watching any. I saw some Hitchcocks on the big screen for the first time and that was a thrill. Also saw Whip It with Ash. I love that Juno girl. She stole my dream glasses for that movie. It’s a renter though, save your money.
TV~
Again, none. But once Internet comes home, I’m going to catch up on Curb (the new season is fantastic) and Mad Men. Oh and Project Runway and It’s Always Sunny and 30 Rock. But yeah I watch those on my computer — does it still count as TV?
Wearing a bird flu mask is shagadellic October 17, 2009
The health center at the University of Colorado tries to make wearing face masks not dorky. I try to spell “shagadellic.” These are two efforts I can get behind.
Someone needs to tell Bart Simpson how to wear a bird flu mask. In return he’ll reveal the sound of one hand clapping.
I’ll just wear this puppy.
(All photos by me except the plague mask, which is HERE.)
This is the dance you do… October 12, 2009
…before you open a bottle of champagne.
Post title by Ashley. Photo taken in new Seattle digs.
I’ve Been Monkeying Around October 1, 2009
and am currently obsessed with the golden monkey.
Isn’t she gorgeous?
Look at that strawberry tongue!
Mr. and Mrs. Lighthouse *Sept. 26* September 26, 2009
In case you are new to qatsi, you can see all the lighthouse comics HERE.
Frida Kahlo Seems Nice. September 23, 2009
~ From Frida Kahlo’s journal
(Actually I just noticed the verb is querer: to want.)
“Feet what do I want them for
If I have wings to fly.”
Choose your own Kate Bush Video. September 14, 2009
If you love the absurd, watch Video 1.
If you like the idea of Donald Sutherland building a rain machine, watch Video 2.
Video 1:
She wanted to test her husband.
She knew exactly what to do:
A pseudonym to fool him.
She couldnt have made a worse move.
She sent him scented letters,
And he received them with a strange delight.
Just like his wife
But how she was before the tears,
And how she was before the years flew by,
And how she was when she was beautiful.
She signed the letter
All yours,
Babooshka, babooshka, babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours,
Babooshka, babooshka, babooshka-ya-ya!
She wanted to take it further,
So she arranged a place to go,
To see if he
Would fall for her incognito.
And when he laid eyes on her,
He got the feeling they had met before.
Uncanny how she
Reminds him of his little lady,
Capacity to give him all he needs,
Just like his wife before she freezed on him,
Just like his wife when she was beautiful.
He shouted out, im
All yours,
Babooshka, babooshka, babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours,
Babooshka, babooshka, babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours,
Babooshka, babooshka, babooshka-ya-ya!
- Kate Bush, “Babooshka”
Video 2:
I still dream of Organon.
I wake up cryin’.
You’re making rain,
And you’re just in reach,
When you and sleep escape me.
You’re like my yo-yo
That glowed in the dark.
What made it special
Made it dangerous,
So I bury it
And forget.
But every time it rains,
You’re here in my head,
Like the sun coming out–
Ooh, I just know that something good is gonna happen.
And I don’t know when,
But just saying it could even make it happen.
On top of the world,
Looking over the edge,
You could see them coming.
You looked too small
In their big, black car,
To be a threat to the men in power.
I hid my yo-yo
In the garden.
I can’t hide you
From the government.
Oh, God, Daddy–
I won’t forget.
‘Cause every time it rains,
You’re here in my head,
Like the sun coming out–
Ooh, I just know that something good is gonna happen.
And I don’t know when,
But just saying it could even make it happen.
It’s you and me, Daddy.
It’s you and me… Daddy—
It’s you and me… Daddy—
E-yeah yeah yeah yeah yo-ohhhhhhhhhh
And every time it rains
You’re here in my head
Like the sun coming out.
Your son’s coming out.
Ooh, I just know that something good is gonna happen.
And I don’t know when,
But just saying it could even make it happen.
Ooo-ohh, just saying it could even make it happen.
I’m Cloudbusting Daddy.
Your son’s coming out.
Your son’s coming out.
- Kate Bush, “Cloudbursting”
