...mama don't take my kodachrome away...
Been a long time away from a computer and time. Holidays were interesting to say the least. We saw a fair amount of people in Kansas, but not nearly everyone we would have liked to. Lack of time, transportation, and...well, time. We did have some memorable ones though, like Ponak's with Cynthia, Ross, and Heather. The CD Cynthia gave me for Christmas got permanently stuck in Heather's car player...oops! Bummer for both of us. Our first night Jer hung out with Johnny and Joe! Good thing they came inside when they dropped Jer off. Joe knows good husband/wife relations. We also made and decorated cookies with our favorite flower girl Anna, her mama, and her awesome aunt and cousins. Anna was very wired that night, and she gave us amazing gifts she picked out all on her own! How many almost four year olds would pick out a Bob Marley T for Jeremy because they used to listen to him with Jer when they were a baby! That same day we saw Kris and Joanna and baby Nora, who is soooo wonderful. Loni came along for the fun too! Then there was the get-together that kept growing...Kristen, Becky, Pat, Jenny Bany, Em, Wendy, and Wendy's man. KB, B, Pat, and JB, and us all went to Sahara first for a lovely meal, then headed to the O.P. branch of the Peanut where we drank, talked, and had a proper adult good time. Em and all met us there. Come to find out, Jer used to date Wendy's older sis! What an odd small world (or just small town) That night was good. And of course...last, but most definitely not least...was family time! We stayed with my Ma, and had some good times, but not nearly as many as we should have. She really went to town on creating a wonderful Christmas! We saw Daddad a couple times...it's hard seeing him sooo much older now...every time I visit...we saw Dad, had some dinner with him, hung out...and we actually played with Piper and Nick quite a lot! Casual Friday...that's all I'm saying. One reason we got to see them more was our flight back to NY was canceled right as we got to the airport. Luckily they live up North! So, we spent an extra night and morning with them. Unfortunately, I was getting over the stomach bug that attacked me during Christmas Eve night. We had opened presents already though! I just wasn't fun to be around, and I passed the bug on to Daddad briefly and Jeremy (he's still getting over it) Oh! I also got in a pleasant quick chat with aunt Pat and uncle Gary. Lovely time had by all.
To: Ann, Christine, Evan, Teresa, Hugo, Ana, Jenny O, Matt, Jon, Angie and Thom (well Jer saw you briefly) and everyone else we did not see...we are sorry, and wish we could have seen you all. We really do miss you and will be back at the end of July. Please don't hate us :)
Oh! and to Jer's family that we missed seeing because of our flight being canceled same to you. We love you and are sorry we missed out on fun.
Everyone take care and have a good New Year's.
love...
Monday, December 30
Monday, December 16
...makin' plans stan...
So, no strike thus far. It is still a possiblity, but who knows what will happen. Regular work-a-day
for moi.
On the other hand...we are filling our schedule in K.C. very quickly. I know we are going to piss somebody off because we won't be able to see them, but...sorry. We have no car there, plus we need family time. We are moving back soon enough anyway.
I'm excited...we are going to decorate the tree when we get back in town. When I was in high school/college, I was always too busy to dedicate a lot of time to do this, though I loved helping when I was little. But now, it is exciting again. My mom said she already put the lights and garlands up, so that leaves the best parts for us! Ornaments and tinsel. We have some very unusual ornaments, as well as some normal ones. There are the various ones that have either my sister or my name on it or our picture. And of course, the solid colored balls. But...we also have santa playing tennis (my mom can't stand him!), a little clingy panda, mini stockings that always have fun flavored gum put in them, homemade candy cane reindeer, the gold angels that when my sister was little she ate one of their heads, the totally 70's looking birds (made with brightly colored yarn), southwesty ones, antique-y ones, plastic baby on a cotton ball in half a walnut shell (it's supposed to be baby Jesus - I made it in preschool), and best of all the gold, green, magenta, silver glittery pointy thing that for some reason reminds me of the Kremlin that goes on top of the tree.
Oh! Don't forget the bubble lights!
I love our tree. It has so much going on...
So, no strike thus far. It is still a possiblity, but who knows what will happen. Regular work-a-day
for moi.
On the other hand...we are filling our schedule in K.C. very quickly. I know we are going to piss somebody off because we won't be able to see them, but...sorry. We have no car there, plus we need family time. We are moving back soon enough anyway.
I'm excited...we are going to decorate the tree when we get back in town. When I was in high school/college, I was always too busy to dedicate a lot of time to do this, though I loved helping when I was little. But now, it is exciting again. My mom said she already put the lights and garlands up, so that leaves the best parts for us! Ornaments and tinsel. We have some very unusual ornaments, as well as some normal ones. There are the various ones that have either my sister or my name on it or our picture. And of course, the solid colored balls. But...we also have santa playing tennis (my mom can't stand him!), a little clingy panda, mini stockings that always have fun flavored gum put in them, homemade candy cane reindeer, the gold angels that when my sister was little she ate one of their heads, the totally 70's looking birds (made with brightly colored yarn), southwesty ones, antique-y ones, plastic baby on a cotton ball in half a walnut shell (it's supposed to be baby Jesus - I made it in preschool), and best of all the gold, green, magenta, silver glittery pointy thing that for some reason reminds me of the Kremlin that goes on top of the tree.
Oh! Don't forget the bubble lights!
I love our tree. It has so much going on...
Friday, December 13
...(chanting) strike,strike,strike,strike...
There may be a transit strike in New York within a couple of days. I have mixed emotions about this. I definitely want workers to strike if a deal is not made, because everyone should be making good wages, plus the MTA are a bunch of scammers who apparently have no money currently, yet people riding public transportation is way up. Money mismanagement? Most likely. Plus a strike will create an interesting situation that I secretly desire to be played out so I may watch and kind of participate in.
On the other hand...so many people rely on public transportation, and it's going to get ugly out there with extra-huge traffic jams, even pissier people (which I cannot handle), and who knows what else. Such a delicate balance...So...to strike or not to strike? You gotta do what you gotta do. I don't think I will personally be troubled much if it happens. As long as we can make it to the airport Wednesday in a timely manner (cross your fingers for no delays and great weather!)
Oh! Another thing...the news has totally been hyping up how horrible this will be and even dragged in the 'ol terroism plea (that this would be a perfect opportunity for it) It seems like someone is maybe in bed with the MTA and trying to scare those transit workers...Also...the union leader is very cool. That's all.
...lament for counter space and time...
I wish I had a kitchen with lots of counter space and cubbies to store things. I would be able to unbox my AWESOME mixer and quisinart, as well as use our other fun gadgets in a much easier fashion than we can now. And I wish for time in order to make the things I have dreaming of making recently...my great-Grandma Birdie's (passed to me from my Grandma) Swedish pecans, Fafa's (my Mom's Mom's father) caramels, a very belated super-chocolately birthday cake for Jeremy, biscuits of all kinds, pies out the wazoo, and all those other glorious baked goods that Martha Stewart wants me to make...Sigh. Soon...first we gotta clean those dishes...
There may be a transit strike in New York within a couple of days. I have mixed emotions about this. I definitely want workers to strike if a deal is not made, because everyone should be making good wages, plus the MTA are a bunch of scammers who apparently have no money currently, yet people riding public transportation is way up. Money mismanagement? Most likely. Plus a strike will create an interesting situation that I secretly desire to be played out so I may watch and kind of participate in.
On the other hand...so many people rely on public transportation, and it's going to get ugly out there with extra-huge traffic jams, even pissier people (which I cannot handle), and who knows what else. Such a delicate balance...So...to strike or not to strike? You gotta do what you gotta do. I don't think I will personally be troubled much if it happens. As long as we can make it to the airport Wednesday in a timely manner (cross your fingers for no delays and great weather!)
Oh! Another thing...the news has totally been hyping up how horrible this will be and even dragged in the 'ol terroism plea (that this would be a perfect opportunity for it) It seems like someone is maybe in bed with the MTA and trying to scare those transit workers...Also...the union leader is very cool. That's all.
...lament for counter space and time...
I wish I had a kitchen with lots of counter space and cubbies to store things. I would be able to unbox my AWESOME mixer and quisinart, as well as use our other fun gadgets in a much easier fashion than we can now. And I wish for time in order to make the things I have dreaming of making recently...my great-Grandma Birdie's (passed to me from my Grandma) Swedish pecans, Fafa's (my Mom's Mom's father) caramels, a very belated super-chocolately birthday cake for Jeremy, biscuits of all kinds, pies out the wazoo, and all those other glorious baked goods that Martha Stewart wants me to make...Sigh. Soon...first we gotta clean those dishes...
Tuesday, December 10
...the rush...
Saturday morning I ventured out to the Union Square holiday market/farmer's market. I spent most of my time at the latter. I purchased a cup of hot spiced grape juice (so good!) to warm my hands. There were potatoes of all kinds, knobby carrots, fresh herbs, wintery veggies, fresh eggs, goat cheese, farmer's cheese, jams, jellies, and pickles, and mountains of baked goods. The smells were overwhelming. I love just walking around farmer's markets.
We leave for Kansas City a week from this Wednesday! Home...well, one of them. This time of year always seems to fly by easier than the rest. Lots of diversions I guess.
Saturday morning I ventured out to the Union Square holiday market/farmer's market. I spent most of my time at the latter. I purchased a cup of hot spiced grape juice (so good!) to warm my hands. There were potatoes of all kinds, knobby carrots, fresh herbs, wintery veggies, fresh eggs, goat cheese, farmer's cheese, jams, jellies, and pickles, and mountains of baked goods. The smells were overwhelming. I love just walking around farmer's markets.
We leave for Kansas City a week from this Wednesday! Home...well, one of them. This time of year always seems to fly by easier than the rest. Lots of diversions I guess.
Tuesday, December 3
...are these those times...
Isn't it amazing that a simple CD can bring back such a rush of times, happy times, but now it just makes you almost kind of sad...I am alone in my apartment in Brooklyn on a Tuesday night, my feet are freezing regardless of how much blanket I wrap around them, and all I can think of listening to this music are friends who are no longer a part of my daily or even semi-daily routine. We are still friends...things just get busy, and no one lives nearby anymore...will this change when we move back to Kansas City? Or will I just long for Adam Kuban to leave a kooky message, or to see Corrie B at work, and to hang out with Adam and Angela, or to eat Chinese food with Bea? Don't get me wrong...even though I get wistful at times, I love now. I wouldn't trade any of my time with Jeremy for all the candy, or mixed tapes, or other great things in the world. He is so...sigh.(good sigh)
So, I am enjoying my time here as much as possible. I've been worrying too much lately. I forget that that has not worked for me in the past, so why should I bother to let it gain force now. My biggest concern for tomorrow...find my mittens, because my hands damn near froze today! That cold reached right into my teeth and shook all the way through every bone. It's sneaky, that cold.
Wow...the CDs just switched (from Tori to Tool!) Now I am in high school, in my room, painting my sandals and whatever else I can get my hands on. A cup of tea, my own phone line, incense, a stereo...or it could be me now, considering I still listen to Tool all the time!
Yay...Jeremy walked in from tunin' class. Screw you guys! Just kidding... can you believe his classes are over next Tuesday? Maybe you didn't even know that...or maybe...
I'm a total freak!
Alright, sorry to leave you for my man, but he's distracting and I like to hang out with him. Adios.
Isn't it amazing that a simple CD can bring back such a rush of times, happy times, but now it just makes you almost kind of sad...I am alone in my apartment in Brooklyn on a Tuesday night, my feet are freezing regardless of how much blanket I wrap around them, and all I can think of listening to this music are friends who are no longer a part of my daily or even semi-daily routine. We are still friends...things just get busy, and no one lives nearby anymore...will this change when we move back to Kansas City? Or will I just long for Adam Kuban to leave a kooky message, or to see Corrie B at work, and to hang out with Adam and Angela, or to eat Chinese food with Bea? Don't get me wrong...even though I get wistful at times, I love now. I wouldn't trade any of my time with Jeremy for all the candy, or mixed tapes, or other great things in the world. He is so...sigh.(good sigh)
So, I am enjoying my time here as much as possible. I've been worrying too much lately. I forget that that has not worked for me in the past, so why should I bother to let it gain force now. My biggest concern for tomorrow...find my mittens, because my hands damn near froze today! That cold reached right into my teeth and shook all the way through every bone. It's sneaky, that cold.
Wow...the CDs just switched (from Tori to Tool!) Now I am in high school, in my room, painting my sandals and whatever else I can get my hands on. A cup of tea, my own phone line, incense, a stereo...or it could be me now, considering I still listen to Tool all the time!
Yay...Jeremy walked in from tunin' class. Screw you guys! Just kidding... can you believe his classes are over next Tuesday? Maybe you didn't even know that...or maybe...
I'm a total freak!
Alright, sorry to leave you for my man, but he's distracting and I like to hang out with him. Adios.
Sunday, December 1
...thanks...
Our Thanksgiving trek was great. It was nice to get away even if for a couple of days. Joan had her veggie lasagna just coming out of the oven when we arrived on Wednesday night. So, we had a nice dinner, and just hung out. Rachel and I had a fun time painting nails and chatting. Thursday, we drove to Meade, Alan, Lucas, and Liam's farm in South Haven. Ahhhh. An invigorating walk and talk, good food, board games, no responsibilities. Jeremy and I spent the night at their place, while Joan and Rachel stayed in town. In the morning, I helped Alan take one of the cars in to town for a tune up. Then we made our way back, and Alan whipped up his wonderful blueberry waffles. Unfortunately, we had to leave after that to go back to Detroit, but it was the first night of Hanukkah, so Joan made latkes and applesauce (with ginger in it!) and we ate some leftovers too. We exchanged prensents and played dreidel, which is a fun game (especially if the dreidel isn't rigged.) So...there's a lot to be thankful for. Thanks to all my new family...I love you all very much...and thanks to all my own family...you know I love you tons as well.
Our Thanksgiving trek was great. It was nice to get away even if for a couple of days. Joan had her veggie lasagna just coming out of the oven when we arrived on Wednesday night. So, we had a nice dinner, and just hung out. Rachel and I had a fun time painting nails and chatting. Thursday, we drove to Meade, Alan, Lucas, and Liam's farm in South Haven. Ahhhh. An invigorating walk and talk, good food, board games, no responsibilities. Jeremy and I spent the night at their place, while Joan and Rachel stayed in town. In the morning, I helped Alan take one of the cars in to town for a tune up. Then we made our way back, and Alan whipped up his wonderful blueberry waffles. Unfortunately, we had to leave after that to go back to Detroit, but it was the first night of Hanukkah, so Joan made latkes and applesauce (with ginger in it!) and we ate some leftovers too. We exchanged prensents and played dreidel, which is a fun game (especially if the dreidel isn't rigged.) So...there's a lot to be thankful for. Thanks to all my new family...I love you all very much...and thanks to all my own family...you know I love you tons as well.
Monday, November 25
Thursday, November 7
...net less...
We will be losing internet access for a couple days. Our year of free access is about to run out, and we just ordered new stuff today, though the disk will take a few days to get here. So, there may be a semi-long silence, but not too bad.
Oh, I'm feeling a bit better. I am not working at the Dia today - except for the special gala event tonight - but guess who is working in my place?! Jeremy! They may be hiring him for the weekend position we need to fill. Cross your fingers.
It's odd how quickly moods change...yesterday, I wanted to close my eyes on the world because everything was too painful to look at. It was so drab outside and also inside me. Today, even though I am still a little sicky, the world is an okay place, and I am curious about what it has lying in wait for me and others. Humph...let's see what happens today.
We will be losing internet access for a couple days. Our year of free access is about to run out, and we just ordered new stuff today, though the disk will take a few days to get here. So, there may be a semi-long silence, but not too bad.
Oh, I'm feeling a bit better. I am not working at the Dia today - except for the special gala event tonight - but guess who is working in my place?! Jeremy! They may be hiring him for the weekend position we need to fill. Cross your fingers.
It's odd how quickly moods change...yesterday, I wanted to close my eyes on the world because everything was too painful to look at. It was so drab outside and also inside me. Today, even though I am still a little sicky, the world is an okay place, and I am curious about what it has lying in wait for me and others. Humph...let's see what happens today.
Wednesday, November 6
...sigh...
cough, cough. sniffle. mmm...tea...
that's me right now. i don't even feel like using capitals. i am going to work though. jeremy doesn't think i should, but it's not that bad. plus...if they see i'm sick today, i can use it to my benefit tomorrow. i'm very devious. i just feel blah. hope you all are well.
cough, cough. sniffle. mmm...tea...
that's me right now. i don't even feel like using capitals. i am going to work though. jeremy doesn't think i should, but it's not that bad. plus...if they see i'm sick today, i can use it to my benefit tomorrow. i'm very devious. i just feel blah. hope you all are well.
Sunday, November 3
...hot cross buns...
On Halloween, after I dropped Lola off with her Mama, I was doing my usual walk on 23rd street back to the F stop station. When I get there, the train is pulling up, so I am rushing to get through the turnstile which keeps telling me I am swiping my card too quickly. Finally, through the turnstile, and of course the trains doors are shut. So I plunk my stuff down on a bench, when miraculously the conductor is nice enough to open the doors again! I dive in, and get settled into a seat. After a couple moments, I notice a guy sitting on the sideway seats across from me, and it looks like it is Seth, Lola's Dad. I can only see half of his face, and his wrist tattoo and ring finger are covered up. Alas, I can't bring myself to say anything. He gets off at the next stop, never seeing me (and it was him by the way). This brings me to thinking about awareness and also just invisioning how close we are to people we know and they have no clue. What I mean,I guess, is those times you realize you've been on the same train as a friend - or what about all those times it happens and neither of you have a clue. Or just thinking sometimes, wow...there is an apartment somewhere in this mess of a city that contains my husband, and cats, and things. Or that miles away my Mom is going about her business.
Hmmm...I don't think I am clearly translating my thoughts into words. I guess it's not a particularly weird phenomenon...sometimes the universe just hits me over the head and it's all very strange.
...a public service announcement...
Yesterday, Jeremy and I were walking to a little movie theater near our place. We were approaching the corner right by our house when I became aware of the sizeable group of birds perched on the wires above that particular corner. I commented about it to Jeremy, and we chatted a little about peolple getting pooped on. Then we were waiting for the light...under those birds...I looked up...thinking,"I wonder how often birds poop..."...I look at the ground and notice all of the stains there. Right as I think, "Damn" and the light changes, I feel something hit my left arm. That's right, we turned around so I could go change jackets due to the bird poop streaked down my arm - and luckily nowhere else! Can you believe that! Needless to say, we did not stand on that corner when we returned...
On Halloween, after I dropped Lola off with her Mama, I was doing my usual walk on 23rd street back to the F stop station. When I get there, the train is pulling up, so I am rushing to get through the turnstile which keeps telling me I am swiping my card too quickly. Finally, through the turnstile, and of course the trains doors are shut. So I plunk my stuff down on a bench, when miraculously the conductor is nice enough to open the doors again! I dive in, and get settled into a seat. After a couple moments, I notice a guy sitting on the sideway seats across from me, and it looks like it is Seth, Lola's Dad. I can only see half of his face, and his wrist tattoo and ring finger are covered up. Alas, I can't bring myself to say anything. He gets off at the next stop, never seeing me (and it was him by the way). This brings me to thinking about awareness and also just invisioning how close we are to people we know and they have no clue. What I mean,I guess, is those times you realize you've been on the same train as a friend - or what about all those times it happens and neither of you have a clue. Or just thinking sometimes, wow...there is an apartment somewhere in this mess of a city that contains my husband, and cats, and things. Or that miles away my Mom is going about her business.
Hmmm...I don't think I am clearly translating my thoughts into words. I guess it's not a particularly weird phenomenon...sometimes the universe just hits me over the head and it's all very strange.
...a public service announcement...
Yesterday, Jeremy and I were walking to a little movie theater near our place. We were approaching the corner right by our house when I became aware of the sizeable group of birds perched on the wires above that particular corner. I commented about it to Jeremy, and we chatted a little about peolple getting pooped on. Then we were waiting for the light...under those birds...I looked up...thinking,"I wonder how often birds poop..."...I look at the ground and notice all of the stains there. Right as I think, "Damn" and the light changes, I feel something hit my left arm. That's right, we turned around so I could go change jackets due to the bird poop streaked down my arm - and luckily nowhere else! Can you believe that! Needless to say, we did not stand on that corner when we returned...
Thursday, October 31
...smell my feet...
Yay for Halloween! I've got the decals up(ghosts and pumpkins, bats and cats) to let the kiddies know we are friendly, and I've got a bowl full of candy(kit kats, skittles, and hershey miniatures). I'm also sporting a black turtle neck (I'm going as a New Yorker...just kidding) with the skeleton stickers around the collar (just like my Grandma!) No costume this year. I'm not very creative lately...I will go through a run-down of things I have been in previous years - in no particular order - a princess, carebear, punk rocker(second grade!) , sleepy-time girl (I just wore pajamas), aerobics instructor, gypsy, giant tea bag, voodoo doll...I know there have been more, but my memory is obviously blocking them for some reason. Let me know what you are for Halloween, what you handed out, what you received, etc...all the gory details! Happy Halloween!
Yay for Halloween! I've got the decals up(ghosts and pumpkins, bats and cats) to let the kiddies know we are friendly, and I've got a bowl full of candy(kit kats, skittles, and hershey miniatures). I'm also sporting a black turtle neck (I'm going as a New Yorker...just kidding) with the skeleton stickers around the collar (just like my Grandma!) No costume this year. I'm not very creative lately...I will go through a run-down of things I have been in previous years - in no particular order - a princess, carebear, punk rocker(second grade!) , sleepy-time girl (I just wore pajamas), aerobics instructor, gypsy, giant tea bag, voodoo doll...I know there have been more, but my memory is obviously blocking them for some reason. Let me know what you are for Halloween, what you handed out, what you received, etc...all the gory details! Happy Halloween!
Monday, October 28
...wishing i could see you...
I really want to run into people I know on the streets here. I'm not sure why. I keep getting the vibe like I am going to. Actually it already happened a bit. I've had two KCAI buddies come into the Dia by chance and run into me working! Jesse and John! It's fun. I've just been thinking a lot about people who occupy my past more than my present and maybe even future. I love where I am as a person right now, and I take nothing back...I just miss some of the way things used to happen. I like to remember...late nights at Jenny's house, sitting around the kitchen table, or doing crazy stuff...taking late night walks or drives with friends...hanging out at Tony's apartment with him and Mandylan and others...fun nights with Maralie and also Eli and Tim...dressing up to go to the grocery store or wherever...staying up all night talking with Mike A...late nights in studio, and also just studio in general...getting letters from Sarah and Julie, and an occassional visit...etc. There is so much more...I really do not like letting people slowly slip from my life. You stop one day and realize where have they gone? New people have moved in, but create their own space - never taking over where someone else used to stand. Alright, this is making me too wistful...
...memory of the day...
The image of driving down that lonely Arizona road and looking over to see dusty, cracked cowboy boots coverin' every fence post for a good mile or two, keeps playing like a bouncy 16mm reel in my head. Here's to hopin' they still populate that stretch of road.
I really want to run into people I know on the streets here. I'm not sure why. I keep getting the vibe like I am going to. Actually it already happened a bit. I've had two KCAI buddies come into the Dia by chance and run into me working! Jesse and John! It's fun. I've just been thinking a lot about people who occupy my past more than my present and maybe even future. I love where I am as a person right now, and I take nothing back...I just miss some of the way things used to happen. I like to remember...late nights at Jenny's house, sitting around the kitchen table, or doing crazy stuff...taking late night walks or drives with friends...hanging out at Tony's apartment with him and Mandylan and others...fun nights with Maralie and also Eli and Tim...dressing up to go to the grocery store or wherever...staying up all night talking with Mike A...late nights in studio, and also just studio in general...getting letters from Sarah and Julie, and an occassional visit...etc. There is so much more...I really do not like letting people slowly slip from my life. You stop one day and realize where have they gone? New people have moved in, but create their own space - never taking over where someone else used to stand. Alright, this is making me too wistful...
...memory of the day...
The image of driving down that lonely Arizona road and looking over to see dusty, cracked cowboy boots coverin' every fence post for a good mile or two, keeps playing like a bouncy 16mm reel in my head. Here's to hopin' they still populate that stretch of road.
Friday, October 25
...hidden moments...
The other night, around nine o'clock, I was walking down ninth street in our neighborhood. It was chilly, so I was trying to move fast, plus look slightly tough in case anyone wanted to mess with me. Then I noticed an older man standing in his little front cement garden space that we have here, except he wasn't just standing...he was doing tai chi! It was so beautiful. He was aligning himself with this crazy town! You have to be creative about finding your own space here to be quiet and relax.
...L-O-L-A LOLA...
Lola says some awfully funny things to me in our travels. Jeremy got to experience them recently, because he came to work with me on Monday. Here are some examples: We were on the bus, and she was sitting on her silly putty egg pretending to be a Mama bird when suddenly she yells, cracking up while saying it, " The egg rolled under my VAGINA!" She's very into talk like that (she's four) We were talking to a man in the park who had a dog, and he was asking Lo about her dog...she was just telling him whatever, but then declared that her dog has a penis that he licks! Well...it's true! She also stated the other day while waiting for the bus,"Where's the damn bus!" I said, "Lo-la..." and she very calmly explained to me that it's okay because some people say that sometimes...true again, I could not argue. One last thing...she sings perfectly the song Lola AND The Velvet Underground song I'm Sticking With You (which is one that Jer and I sing together) Her parents have great taste in music.
The other night, around nine o'clock, I was walking down ninth street in our neighborhood. It was chilly, so I was trying to move fast, plus look slightly tough in case anyone wanted to mess with me. Then I noticed an older man standing in his little front cement garden space that we have here, except he wasn't just standing...he was doing tai chi! It was so beautiful. He was aligning himself with this crazy town! You have to be creative about finding your own space here to be quiet and relax.
...L-O-L-A LOLA...
Lola says some awfully funny things to me in our travels. Jeremy got to experience them recently, because he came to work with me on Monday. Here are some examples: We were on the bus, and she was sitting on her silly putty egg pretending to be a Mama bird when suddenly she yells, cracking up while saying it, " The egg rolled under my VAGINA!" She's very into talk like that (she's four) We were talking to a man in the park who had a dog, and he was asking Lo about her dog...she was just telling him whatever, but then declared that her dog has a penis that he licks! Well...it's true! She also stated the other day while waiting for the bus,"Where's the damn bus!" I said, "Lo-la..." and she very calmly explained to me that it's okay because some people say that sometimes...true again, I could not argue. One last thing...she sings perfectly the song Lola AND The Velvet Underground song I'm Sticking With You (which is one that Jer and I sing together) Her parents have great taste in music.
Wednesday, October 23
...the streets of new york...
Yesterday was a particularly smelly day here in good 'ol NY. I'm not sure why exactly, but I smelled a much wider variety of fragrances than I normally do. On the subway was some man who had the odor of that cherry-flavored putty stuff they use to make dental molds. Wonder what he does at home! I think I also caught traces of Rodenticide in the air. On the street was the normal multiple types of exhaust, food smells (baked goods, honey-roasted nuts, burning soft pretzels...) as well as leaves burning somewhere. Isn't that pretty much illegal everywhere, but so many people do it! I also took in a snort full of someone smoking a joint on my way into work. That's another constant smell on the streets here! Other scents encountered during the day: dust, magic markers, movie theater, candles, and human waste to name a few. Lovely! The sniffer is on the prowl!
Yesterday was a particularly smelly day here in good 'ol NY. I'm not sure why exactly, but I smelled a much wider variety of fragrances than I normally do. On the subway was some man who had the odor of that cherry-flavored putty stuff they use to make dental molds. Wonder what he does at home! I think I also caught traces of Rodenticide in the air. On the street was the normal multiple types of exhaust, food smells (baked goods, honey-roasted nuts, burning soft pretzels...) as well as leaves burning somewhere. Isn't that pretty much illegal everywhere, but so many people do it! I also took in a snort full of someone smoking a joint on my way into work. That's another constant smell on the streets here! Other scents encountered during the day: dust, magic markers, movie theater, candles, and human waste to name a few. Lovely! The sniffer is on the prowl!
Monday, October 21
...you say it's your birthday...
Normally I don't inform people it's my birthday...well, except those who already have it ingrained in their head, then I make them celebrate me for the month of October! Ha. So, on October 21,1978 at 2:16 am (Eastern Time) I was born in Fairfax, Virginia. My sister asked my Mama and Daddad (my Mom's parents) who were in town for the event if I was black or white. She was only four and thought you just get whatever! I love that! Jeremy, of course, thinks she knew something about what my Mom had been up to on the side. My Mom was not up to anything to set the record straight. In my first moments captured on film, I look exactly like my Dad...a large, round, bright red head, and a confused/befuddled look on my face. I still have the huge head as my sister and others like to lovingly point out! So...yay for my parents for copulating, and for the month of October, and for being a Libra, and for all my fun friends and family!
Normally I don't inform people it's my birthday...well, except those who already have it ingrained in their head, then I make them celebrate me for the month of October! Ha. So, on October 21,1978 at 2:16 am (Eastern Time) I was born in Fairfax, Virginia. My sister asked my Mama and Daddad (my Mom's parents) who were in town for the event if I was black or white. She was only four and thought you just get whatever! I love that! Jeremy, of course, thinks she knew something about what my Mom had been up to on the side. My Mom was not up to anything to set the record straight. In my first moments captured on film, I look exactly like my Dad...a large, round, bright red head, and a confused/befuddled look on my face. I still have the huge head as my sister and others like to lovingly point out! So...yay for my parents for copulating, and for the month of October, and for being a Libra, and for all my fun friends and family!
Saturday, October 19
...morning...
Good-morning campers! I love Saturday, because I don't work!!! I still get up relatively early though. It's nice having quiet morning time to myself. I love Jeremy tons, but it is enjoyable to see him asleep in our warm bed, and to have time to read and write. This morning I am sitting in pajama bottoms stolen from my husband and my old Theater for Young America t-shirt. Earlier I was looking at some old zines...good 'ol friends. The cats are actually sleeping. I'm getting ready to make breakfast and coffee. It's going to be a good day. Hoping yours is too!
Good-morning campers! I love Saturday, because I don't work!!! I still get up relatively early though. It's nice having quiet morning time to myself. I love Jeremy tons, but it is enjoyable to see him asleep in our warm bed, and to have time to read and write. This morning I am sitting in pajama bottoms stolen from my husband and my old Theater for Young America t-shirt. Earlier I was looking at some old zines...good 'ol friends. The cats are actually sleeping. I'm getting ready to make breakfast and coffee. It's going to be a good day. Hoping yours is too!
Tuesday, October 15
...weather report...
Jeremy told me I talk a lot about weather in my blog. Yeah. I love weather so much. I constantly complain about it (a couple weeks into real winter, "It's so cold! God, where oh where is summer!" ... a couple weeks into real summer, "I wish it would get chilly so I could wear my winter clothes! I'm so hot!"), but I love all kinds. They are predicting a real doozy of a storm for tomorrow. In some ways, woo-hoo!, I love a good rip roarin' storm (hope it's like the mid-west variety.) In other ways...man, I have to walk in that...a lot...with a kid part of the time...and no super hardy shoes...(softly)damn. Weather is very tied in with my memories, just like smell. You know what, just the other day I was wishing there existed a perfume that smelled exactly like that fresh outdoors electricity right before a crazy storm smell. That is my kind of perfume! Also, desert in various stages of bloom perfume would be nice. Okay, I am a total nerd...pay no attention to me! ;)
Jeremy told me I talk a lot about weather in my blog. Yeah. I love weather so much. I constantly complain about it (a couple weeks into real winter, "It's so cold! God, where oh where is summer!" ... a couple weeks into real summer, "I wish it would get chilly so I could wear my winter clothes! I'm so hot!"), but I love all kinds. They are predicting a real doozy of a storm for tomorrow. In some ways, woo-hoo!, I love a good rip roarin' storm (hope it's like the mid-west variety.) In other ways...man, I have to walk in that...a lot...with a kid part of the time...and no super hardy shoes...(softly)damn. Weather is very tied in with my memories, just like smell. You know what, just the other day I was wishing there existed a perfume that smelled exactly like that fresh outdoors electricity right before a crazy storm smell. That is my kind of perfume! Also, desert in various stages of bloom perfume would be nice. Okay, I am a total nerd...pay no attention to me! ;)
...brewin'...
Things I came in contact with today: a scritchy-on-papers-early- in-the-morning cat, a blaring alarm clock that was starting to lose the battle, a washcloth, the same outfit I wore yesterday because it's so damn comfy (a new sweater!), a bowl of yogurt with grapenuts and fruit, some zines, a toothbrush, a goodbye snuggle, our neighbor Nancy on the way to the subway - all the way to Jay Street, a large cup of coffee, a chilly yet pleasant walk, an empty office, mail orders, emails, my boss and her son Otto, chocolates she brought from Frankfurt, entering books, a peanut butter/jelly sandwhich on the go, a very happy Lola, the various folks we chat with on the bus, a stop at the dog park in Union Square, a Curious George reading, Lola's mom, the subway home - daydreaming, an encounter with my landlord - grrr, a half-hour with my husband (uh, not with with okay? :) some re-heated added to Chinese food, t.v., cat snuggles inter-mingled with scritchy on books, more t.v. (Buffy was on), weird voices when I tried to log-on (I swear I am sane), internet browsing, blog-writing, on to...seeing Jeremy soon, chit-chatting, flannel sheets, glorious sleep...repeat.
Things I came in contact with today: a scritchy-on-papers-early- in-the-morning cat, a blaring alarm clock that was starting to lose the battle, a washcloth, the same outfit I wore yesterday because it's so damn comfy (a new sweater!), a bowl of yogurt with grapenuts and fruit, some zines, a toothbrush, a goodbye snuggle, our neighbor Nancy on the way to the subway - all the way to Jay Street, a large cup of coffee, a chilly yet pleasant walk, an empty office, mail orders, emails, my boss and her son Otto, chocolates she brought from Frankfurt, entering books, a peanut butter/jelly sandwhich on the go, a very happy Lola, the various folks we chat with on the bus, a stop at the dog park in Union Square, a Curious George reading, Lola's mom, the subway home - daydreaming, an encounter with my landlord - grrr, a half-hour with my husband (uh, not with with okay? :) some re-heated added to Chinese food, t.v., cat snuggles inter-mingled with scritchy on books, more t.v. (Buffy was on), weird voices when I tried to log-on (I swear I am sane), internet browsing, blog-writing, on to...seeing Jeremy soon, chit-chatting, flannel sheets, glorious sleep...repeat.
Saturday, October 12
...mmm...pie...
Today is a day for baking cheddar cheese buttermilk biscuits and apple pie. I have been looking forward to this for days. Is that sad? I just don't often have time to bake and I love it. I have never attempted these particular items either, so it is an adventure.
Last night we went and saw some bands with old Kansas folks (people Jer knows from KU) in them who now live here. It was really fun. I got to meet a lot of new people and they were all very nice. The music was also great, in particular Brian and Laura's band - Dust Dive I think the name is. It was very...I can't explain it any other way than it made me homesick, happy, want to cry, etc. Laura plays violin in it some...great! It was a long night.
Yesterday I complained for the first part of the day about having to walk in the rain so much. Then, on my way to pick up Lola - it was steadily pouring as it did all day - I passed by a homeless man in a doorway, curled up sleeping and absolutely soaked. I realised that I may be uncomfortable for a few hours, but at least I know I have somewhere to head home and dry up. Man...those pants of his are never going to dry in this weather.
Lola was actually fantastic yesterday. We had no complaining or crying or anything. We went to the Barnes and Noble in Union Square to read until it was time to meet her Mom at Eli's daycare. We just read a ton of books and she was very in to being mellow. No complaints even about rain! I was so happy and grateful.
Jeremy got to talk to Erin from Colorado yesterday on the phone while I was at work. She's really great. She and Joey came for a visit a couple months ago...it was good times. Anyway, love to you Erin if you're out there - I will talk with you soon.
We are going to visit Rick soon. We are very happy Rick is alive and doing well. I know he's out there - so lots of love to you.
Joan and Rachel bought a place in England! (Well, Rachel didn't buy it really) It sounds nice, and they even get all the furnishings! Everyone is excited for them and suddenly trying to arrange trips to England :) So yay!
That's it for now. I've got to go prep the kitchen. Enjoy your days.
Today is a day for baking cheddar cheese buttermilk biscuits and apple pie. I have been looking forward to this for days. Is that sad? I just don't often have time to bake and I love it. I have never attempted these particular items either, so it is an adventure.
Last night we went and saw some bands with old Kansas folks (people Jer knows from KU) in them who now live here. It was really fun. I got to meet a lot of new people and they were all very nice. The music was also great, in particular Brian and Laura's band - Dust Dive I think the name is. It was very...I can't explain it any other way than it made me homesick, happy, want to cry, etc. Laura plays violin in it some...great! It was a long night.
Yesterday I complained for the first part of the day about having to walk in the rain so much. Then, on my way to pick up Lola - it was steadily pouring as it did all day - I passed by a homeless man in a doorway, curled up sleeping and absolutely soaked. I realised that I may be uncomfortable for a few hours, but at least I know I have somewhere to head home and dry up. Man...those pants of his are never going to dry in this weather.
Lola was actually fantastic yesterday. We had no complaining or crying or anything. We went to the Barnes and Noble in Union Square to read until it was time to meet her Mom at Eli's daycare. We just read a ton of books and she was very in to being mellow. No complaints even about rain! I was so happy and grateful.
Jeremy got to talk to Erin from Colorado yesterday on the phone while I was at work. She's really great. She and Joey came for a visit a couple months ago...it was good times. Anyway, love to you Erin if you're out there - I will talk with you soon.
We are going to visit Rick soon. We are very happy Rick is alive and doing well. I know he's out there - so lots of love to you.
Joan and Rachel bought a place in England! (Well, Rachel didn't buy it really) It sounds nice, and they even get all the furnishings! Everyone is excited for them and suddenly trying to arrange trips to England :) So yay!
That's it for now. I've got to go prep the kitchen. Enjoy your days.
Friday, October 11
...casual friday...
Yay! It's Friday! Usually that is not always cause for celebration considering I do not really have a weekend away from work, BUT...this week I do not have to work Sunday or Monday! Today though, I have to stay with Lola until five. It's rainy out and I'm sure she will not be thrilled to see me. She has gotten it in her head that I am very mean and bad and she likes to inform me of that...frequently. Yeah, I sure am the devil for buying her chocolate milk, reading stories to her, and never yelling. I know she's just four...I also know my future kids will probably do similar stuff, so why do I put up with it from a kid who is not even mine?! Grrr. What's frustrating is that she is lots of fun when she is happy. Okay, enough of work! Work be gone!!!
It's chilly, and rainy, and such a great day for cuddling with your husband under a quilt and laughing. That's where I will be mentally all day. I am going to stay in the space of warmth and hot beverages and good books and kisses and cats. In reality I'll be patrolling the streets, on the lookout for smiles. Tough assignment on a day such as today.
Yay! It's Friday! Usually that is not always cause for celebration considering I do not really have a weekend away from work, BUT...this week I do not have to work Sunday or Monday! Today though, I have to stay with Lola until five. It's rainy out and I'm sure she will not be thrilled to see me. She has gotten it in her head that I am very mean and bad and she likes to inform me of that...frequently. Yeah, I sure am the devil for buying her chocolate milk, reading stories to her, and never yelling. I know she's just four...I also know my future kids will probably do similar stuff, so why do I put up with it from a kid who is not even mine?! Grrr. What's frustrating is that she is lots of fun when she is happy. Okay, enough of work! Work be gone!!!
It's chilly, and rainy, and such a great day for cuddling with your husband under a quilt and laughing. That's where I will be mentally all day. I am going to stay in the space of warmth and hot beverages and good books and kisses and cats. In reality I'll be patrolling the streets, on the lookout for smiles. Tough assignment on a day such as today.
Tuesday, October 8
...the fall tickles...
It's pretty chilly out, and I am so glad due to the fact that I can now wear sweaters and long-sleeves. Some of my favorite clothes are fallish/wintery ones. What should I wear today...
Our neighbors with the fantastic garden finally picked their HUGE squash that was hanging off this rope thing they had suspended. Recently, I had been secretly hoping that it would fall on it's own before they could pick it. That's mean, but it would have been strangely satisfying to see that much destroyed squash on the ground. I am glad they were able to pick it though.
I need to calm down some. Fall is in my bones and making me wild. I don't mean to be that way, and I don't like to be upset or mean. My apologies to anyone who has come into contact with that part of me recently. I shouldn't even blame it on fall...fall is the best...maybe I can blame it on Mercury! :) Someone told me recently that it was in retrograde(?) I think that's the right one, and that it was righting itself soon. In it's wake in my life it has left broken internet and credit card machines at work (oh, madness,) getting upset about inane things, getting very defensive, stressed, tired, etc. Yeah...blame it on Mercury...that's the ticket.
I watched Bones catch an incredibly speedy moth last night while Jeremy was on the phone with Joan. On one hand, I am glad he got his little hunt and was able to devour it as well. He is quite quick with the claws. On the other hand, I love moths. I think they are really pretty and twitchy. I love how twitchy they are! Oh well, the cycle of life continues.
So, reaching out to you, hoping you and yours are well. My thoughts are with you a lot, I can guarantee. Wishing we could all be next door neighbors...well...maybe some of you should be on the next block over. ;) Just kidding. Enjoy October - Libras rock (I'm biased.) Get Halloween candy even if you don't get trick-or-treaters (more for you!) Take care. love
It's pretty chilly out, and I am so glad due to the fact that I can now wear sweaters and long-sleeves. Some of my favorite clothes are fallish/wintery ones. What should I wear today...
Our neighbors with the fantastic garden finally picked their HUGE squash that was hanging off this rope thing they had suspended. Recently, I had been secretly hoping that it would fall on it's own before they could pick it. That's mean, but it would have been strangely satisfying to see that much destroyed squash on the ground. I am glad they were able to pick it though.
I need to calm down some. Fall is in my bones and making me wild. I don't mean to be that way, and I don't like to be upset or mean. My apologies to anyone who has come into contact with that part of me recently. I shouldn't even blame it on fall...fall is the best...maybe I can blame it on Mercury! :) Someone told me recently that it was in retrograde(?) I think that's the right one, and that it was righting itself soon. In it's wake in my life it has left broken internet and credit card machines at work (oh, madness,) getting upset about inane things, getting very defensive, stressed, tired, etc. Yeah...blame it on Mercury...that's the ticket.
I watched Bones catch an incredibly speedy moth last night while Jeremy was on the phone with Joan. On one hand, I am glad he got his little hunt and was able to devour it as well. He is quite quick with the claws. On the other hand, I love moths. I think they are really pretty and twitchy. I love how twitchy they are! Oh well, the cycle of life continues.
So, reaching out to you, hoping you and yours are well. My thoughts are with you a lot, I can guarantee. Wishing we could all be next door neighbors...well...maybe some of you should be on the next block over. ;) Just kidding. Enjoy October - Libras rock (I'm biased.) Get Halloween candy even if you don't get trick-or-treaters (more for you!) Take care. love
Sunday, October 6
...'round the campfire...
Last night, Jeremy met Corrie and I at our place of business so we could all go out to dinner. So...we did that! Then Corrie came home with us and she treated our ears with some music she is going to record for fun. She strummed the guitar and sang, while Jeremy accompanied her on the mandolin. After awhile, I joined in singing when they just started playing random songs. I like to harmonize. It was so much fun! I love having live music in the house. I think it is so important to sing, play musical instruments, and dance. It can really lift your spirits.
You know what? I've been purchasing really fun postcards lately. I hope to actually fill them out and send them on their way to new homes soon. Of course soon probably means Thanksgiving...I have found some great stores just on my daily walks that sell amazing postcards. Maybe one will come your way...whoever is out there. Speaking of walking, Jeremy did the math and discovered that Tuesday through Friday I walk at least 3.5 miles, and the other days, probably only a mile or two. So how come my tummy isn't shrinking!? Oh yeah, I like food. Actually, I do feel healthier in some ways. Walking is so fantastic. So many dogs, a crazy-quilt of people, endless asphalt, hole-in-the-wall stores, unpredictable weather...
Yeah, so get out there and walk around some. Oh, and you can send me postcards too if you want.*wink, blush*
Last night, Jeremy met Corrie and I at our place of business so we could all go out to dinner. So...we did that! Then Corrie came home with us and she treated our ears with some music she is going to record for fun. She strummed the guitar and sang, while Jeremy accompanied her on the mandolin. After awhile, I joined in singing when they just started playing random songs. I like to harmonize. It was so much fun! I love having live music in the house. I think it is so important to sing, play musical instruments, and dance. It can really lift your spirits.
You know what? I've been purchasing really fun postcards lately. I hope to actually fill them out and send them on their way to new homes soon. Of course soon probably means Thanksgiving...I have found some great stores just on my daily walks that sell amazing postcards. Maybe one will come your way...whoever is out there. Speaking of walking, Jeremy did the math and discovered that Tuesday through Friday I walk at least 3.5 miles, and the other days, probably only a mile or two. So how come my tummy isn't shrinking!? Oh yeah, I like food. Actually, I do feel healthier in some ways. Walking is so fantastic. So many dogs, a crazy-quilt of people, endless asphalt, hole-in-the-wall stores, unpredictable weather...
Yeah, so get out there and walk around some. Oh, and you can send me postcards too if you want.*wink, blush*
Monday, September 30
...long time gone...
Whew...things have been busy. I went back to Kansas City for the memorial. It was good. I love seeing my family. I really did not have any time to see any friends except Johnny. John took me out for a cup of coffee and some good conversation. He also showed me a witch's house, but that is a different story. It was nice to see a familiar face. I had a fun time with all of my family though. I got to spend the night in Piper and Nick's new house. It is very nice, and surprisingly set up for how recently they had moved in! I, of course spent plenty of time with my Ma. She is very funny and fun. I made her jaw hurt from talking so much! I saw my Dad not only at the memorial, but I took lunch to him one morning. We had a good time. Then I saw Daddad! Mom and I went over to his house to hang out for a while before going to dinner at Tippin's. Afterwards we hung out more, and I found old photo albums - one solely dedicated to photos of my Mom throughout her upbringing. A lot were of ones I had never seen before. It was great to visit with Daddad. He gets so forlorn when I leave...I just don't want too! I needed to come back to my other home here, though. I missed Jeremy so much. When I arrived home (NY), I was greated by more familial trauma...no need to go into it...things are better. So, life is semi-normal again. Whatever that means.
Whew...things have been busy. I went back to Kansas City for the memorial. It was good. I love seeing my family. I really did not have any time to see any friends except Johnny. John took me out for a cup of coffee and some good conversation. He also showed me a witch's house, but that is a different story. It was nice to see a familiar face. I had a fun time with all of my family though. I got to spend the night in Piper and Nick's new house. It is very nice, and surprisingly set up for how recently they had moved in! I, of course spent plenty of time with my Ma. She is very funny and fun. I made her jaw hurt from talking so much! I saw my Dad not only at the memorial, but I took lunch to him one morning. We had a good time. Then I saw Daddad! Mom and I went over to his house to hang out for a while before going to dinner at Tippin's. Afterwards we hung out more, and I found old photo albums - one solely dedicated to photos of my Mom throughout her upbringing. A lot were of ones I had never seen before. It was great to visit with Daddad. He gets so forlorn when I leave...I just don't want too! I needed to come back to my other home here, though. I missed Jeremy so much. When I arrived home (NY), I was greated by more familial trauma...no need to go into it...things are better. So, life is semi-normal again. Whatever that means.
Saturday, September 21
...memorium...
My grandmother was a short stack of fun, intelligence, sassiness, and grace. She was always there with a pun, a piece of candy, listening ears, a coke, lots of love, etc. I will miss her greatly, but know that she is a lot happier wherever she is now.
As a young girl, she played lots of sports and ran - and won! - city races. She was a small girl with flaming red hair, and she beat those long legged girls! She appeared in a photograph in the June 1935 edition of National Geographic. It was an article about West Pointe, and she was a bridesmaid in her good friends wedding. Her friend was marrying a West Pointe graduate. People recognised her by her hair and beauty after the photo was published.
She attended journalism school briefly at Kansas University.
She worked in the offices of Alf Landen (as a secretary to his secretary I believe) while he was running for president, and made a lasting impression on every one there.
She married my Grandfather, a doctor, and they had a love that most people now never find.
They had two incredible children together, my father, and my aunt.
She used to buy all the chemicals for my dad's crazy science experiments, because he was to young to purchase such toxic materials.
She used to volunteer for the rehab in Kansas City.
One time, she was walking down the street in KCK carrying an umbrella, when a giant gust of wind came and picked her up. She paddled her feet furiously trying to reach the ground, but could not, and all the people on the street could not believe their eyes!
I loved spending the night at my Grandparent's home, because that meant we played Chinese checkers and other games, ate jumbo hot dogs, got our own room with our own TV and candy dish, told stories, ate giant cinnamon buns for breakfast, and had tons of other fun.
My grandmother was the sharpest dresser in the world. Always lovely slacks, skirts, and blouses. Always very high high heels. Her clothes and shoes matched perfectly and she had outfits of every color! She always had on great jewelry, and had a million different brooches/pins - some lovely, some silly. Sometimes for Halloween or other holidays, she would put seasonal stickers on her blouse collar, but it never looked weird.
She used to do needlepoint, and made some really incredible things.
She always had such nice, encouraging, honest things to say in cards and letters. She wrote me letters all through college, and also when we moved here.
Grandma loved to take you out to lunch, and I loved to have lunch with her. When we were kids, she would pick us up in her car and take us wherever we wanted to go - Tippin's, Houlihan's, Annie's Santa Fe, etc. - Sometimes we would run errands with her, and often she would swing by wherever to let us pick out a small present for ourselves.
Grandma knew all kinds of people and all of them absolutely adored her. She has so many stories, and always knew the latest about anyone.
She adored crossword puzzles and was good at them! Always did them in ink. She also devoured books, especially mystery novels. She always found time to read.
There are so many things that I could say about her...The words can't even come close to how awesome she was. She will be missed.
My grandmother was a short stack of fun, intelligence, sassiness, and grace. She was always there with a pun, a piece of candy, listening ears, a coke, lots of love, etc. I will miss her greatly, but know that she is a lot happier wherever she is now.
As a young girl, she played lots of sports and ran - and won! - city races. She was a small girl with flaming red hair, and she beat those long legged girls! She appeared in a photograph in the June 1935 edition of National Geographic. It was an article about West Pointe, and she was a bridesmaid in her good friends wedding. Her friend was marrying a West Pointe graduate. People recognised her by her hair and beauty after the photo was published.
She attended journalism school briefly at Kansas University.
She worked in the offices of Alf Landen (as a secretary to his secretary I believe) while he was running for president, and made a lasting impression on every one there.
She married my Grandfather, a doctor, and they had a love that most people now never find.
They had two incredible children together, my father, and my aunt.
She used to buy all the chemicals for my dad's crazy science experiments, because he was to young to purchase such toxic materials.
She used to volunteer for the rehab in Kansas City.
One time, she was walking down the street in KCK carrying an umbrella, when a giant gust of wind came and picked her up. She paddled her feet furiously trying to reach the ground, but could not, and all the people on the street could not believe their eyes!
I loved spending the night at my Grandparent's home, because that meant we played Chinese checkers and other games, ate jumbo hot dogs, got our own room with our own TV and candy dish, told stories, ate giant cinnamon buns for breakfast, and had tons of other fun.
My grandmother was the sharpest dresser in the world. Always lovely slacks, skirts, and blouses. Always very high high heels. Her clothes and shoes matched perfectly and she had outfits of every color! She always had on great jewelry, and had a million different brooches/pins - some lovely, some silly. Sometimes for Halloween or other holidays, she would put seasonal stickers on her blouse collar, but it never looked weird.
She used to do needlepoint, and made some really incredible things.
She always had such nice, encouraging, honest things to say in cards and letters. She wrote me letters all through college, and also when we moved here.
Grandma loved to take you out to lunch, and I loved to have lunch with her. When we were kids, she would pick us up in her car and take us wherever we wanted to go - Tippin's, Houlihan's, Annie's Santa Fe, etc. - Sometimes we would run errands with her, and often she would swing by wherever to let us pick out a small present for ourselves.
Grandma knew all kinds of people and all of them absolutely adored her. She has so many stories, and always knew the latest about anyone.
She adored crossword puzzles and was good at them! Always did them in ink. She also devoured books, especially mystery novels. She always found time to read.
There are so many things that I could say about her...The words can't even come close to how awesome she was. She will be missed.
Friday, September 20
...september, i'll remem-ember...
So...this week has been kind of glum, for reasons that I will be talking about in the not too distant future. But for now, other things.
Jeremy showed me some action...that is, the action in our piano! He had his first two classes this week and is on his way to being a fantastic piano tuner. I'm very proud of him. There's a lot of stuff going on, on the inside of a piano. Man, who invented them? Who thought up all those intricate parts? Who discovered/invented anything? Phew...it makes me wonder sometimes...I'm not sure if I have ever discovered anything new. I'm not exactly the inventor type, though I can build/create lots of different stuff. When I was a kid, I wanted to be McGuyver really bad and make explosives from paper clips and erasers. I could never quite get it to work...then again, I used to play QVC when I was alone sometimes. I'd get a ring or something and do my best pitch as to why all my imaginary viewers needed this item and FAST. It's not like my Mom, or anyone in my family, were QVC people either... It's amazing I made so many friends.
So we'll end with...an ode to things, by none other than Pablo Neruda. I just feel in the mood for this, so indulge me. I'm only doing the English translation though. This is one of my all time favorite poems, so enjoy.
I have a crazy,
crazy love of things.
I like pliers,
and scissors.
I love
cups,
rings,
and bowls-
not to speak, of course,
of hats.
I love
all things,
not just
the grandest,
also
the
infinite-
ly
small-
thimbles,
spurs,
plates,
and flower vases.
Oh yes,
the planet
is sublime!
It's full of
pipes
weaving
hand-held
through tobacco smoke,
and keys
and salt shakers-
everything,
I mean,
that is made
by the hand of man, every little thing:
shapely shoes,
and fabric,
and each new
bloodless birth
of gold,
eyeglasses,
carpenter's nails,
brushes,
clocks, compasses,
coins, and the so-soft
softness of chairs.
Mankind has
built
oh so many
perfect
things!
Built them of wool
and of wood,
of glass and
of rope:
remarkable
tables,
ships, and stairways.
I love
all
things,
not because they are
passionate
or sweet-smelling
but because,
I don't know,
because
this ocean is yours,
and mine:
these buttons
and wheels
and little
forgotten
treasures,
fans upon
whose feathers
love has scattered
its blossoms,
glasses, knives and
scissors-
all bear
the trace
of someone's fingers
on their handle or surface,
the trace of a distant hand
lost
in the depths of forgetfulness.
I pause in houses,
streets and
elevators,
touching things,
identifying objects
that I secretly covet:
this one because it rings,
that one because
it's as soft
as the softness of a woman's hip,
that one there for its deep-sea color,
and that one for its velvet feel.
O irrecvocable
river
of things:
no one can say
that I loved
only
fish,
or the plants of the jungle and the field,
that I loved
only
those things that leap and climb, desire, and survive.
It's not true:
many things conspired
to tell me the whole story.
Not only did they touch me,
or my hand touched them:
they were
so close
that they were a part
of my being,
they were so alive with me
that they lived half my life
and will die half my death.
So...this week has been kind of glum, for reasons that I will be talking about in the not too distant future. But for now, other things.
Jeremy showed me some action...that is, the action in our piano! He had his first two classes this week and is on his way to being a fantastic piano tuner. I'm very proud of him. There's a lot of stuff going on, on the inside of a piano. Man, who invented them? Who thought up all those intricate parts? Who discovered/invented anything? Phew...it makes me wonder sometimes...I'm not sure if I have ever discovered anything new. I'm not exactly the inventor type, though I can build/create lots of different stuff. When I was a kid, I wanted to be McGuyver really bad and make explosives from paper clips and erasers. I could never quite get it to work...then again, I used to play QVC when I was alone sometimes. I'd get a ring or something and do my best pitch as to why all my imaginary viewers needed this item and FAST. It's not like my Mom, or anyone in my family, were QVC people either... It's amazing I made so many friends.
So we'll end with...an ode to things, by none other than Pablo Neruda. I just feel in the mood for this, so indulge me. I'm only doing the English translation though. This is one of my all time favorite poems, so enjoy.
I have a crazy,
crazy love of things.
I like pliers,
and scissors.
I love
cups,
rings,
and bowls-
not to speak, of course,
of hats.
I love
all things,
not just
the grandest,
also
the
infinite-
ly
small-
thimbles,
spurs,
plates,
and flower vases.
Oh yes,
the planet
is sublime!
It's full of
pipes
weaving
hand-held
through tobacco smoke,
and keys
and salt shakers-
everything,
I mean,
that is made
by the hand of man, every little thing:
shapely shoes,
and fabric,
and each new
bloodless birth
of gold,
eyeglasses,
carpenter's nails,
brushes,
clocks, compasses,
coins, and the so-soft
softness of chairs.
Mankind has
built
oh so many
perfect
things!
Built them of wool
and of wood,
of glass and
of rope:
remarkable
tables,
ships, and stairways.
I love
all
things,
not because they are
passionate
or sweet-smelling
but because,
I don't know,
because
this ocean is yours,
and mine:
these buttons
and wheels
and little
forgotten
treasures,
fans upon
whose feathers
love has scattered
its blossoms,
glasses, knives and
scissors-
all bear
the trace
of someone's fingers
on their handle or surface,
the trace of a distant hand
lost
in the depths of forgetfulness.
I pause in houses,
streets and
elevators,
touching things,
identifying objects
that I secretly covet:
this one because it rings,
that one because
it's as soft
as the softness of a woman's hip,
that one there for its deep-sea color,
and that one for its velvet feel.
O irrecvocable
river
of things:
no one can say
that I loved
only
fish,
or the plants of the jungle and the field,
that I loved
only
those things that leap and climb, desire, and survive.
It's not true:
many things conspired
to tell me the whole story.
Not only did they touch me,
or my hand touched them:
they were
so close
that they were a part
of my being,
they were so alive with me
that they lived half my life
and will die half my death.
Monday, September 16
...where the heart is...
The other day I was walking down fourth avenue (the one in Brooklyn, by our place) thinking about how for the first week or two when we moved here, how I barely left the apartment, especially alone. I had never thought that I would be even slightly scared of a place I live in. It's not like I had been used to living in the best neighborhoods in Kansas City. Maybe I was afraid I might actually like it here. Now of course, I walk down the street like nobody's business. People recognize me, smile and nod. I am familiar.
I think walking and taking public transportation make you much more a part of your community. You begin to notice patterns, especially if you are doing things at the same time each day. I like walking into my favorite corner store on fourth, or the mexican grocery, or flowers and coffee, or our bank, or aniello's, or taco nuevo mexico, and they know us. I can weave easily through the people on the street, and I know all the characteristics of each street and sidewalk. It's a different experience than what I was used to in K.C.
In the Kansas City area (Lawrence included) it is a understanding of the landscape from the perspective of a car. I do know parts by foot, very well actually, but the majority is taken in from the driver's seat preferably. I love cruising around. Some routes are like my favorite pair of pants, that pair you never want to wash because they would have to be off of your body. I knew exactly where you could or could not take a left turn, where cars would be parked at any time of day on various streets, almost to the minute how long it should take me from point a to point b, etc. I also know my car, and how it handles every situation.
Thinking about it, people knew us in Kansas City too. It just was not necessarily at strictly neighborhood places. My neighborhood was all over that town.
The other day I was walking down fourth avenue (the one in Brooklyn, by our place) thinking about how for the first week or two when we moved here, how I barely left the apartment, especially alone. I had never thought that I would be even slightly scared of a place I live in. It's not like I had been used to living in the best neighborhoods in Kansas City. Maybe I was afraid I might actually like it here. Now of course, I walk down the street like nobody's business. People recognize me, smile and nod. I am familiar.
I think walking and taking public transportation make you much more a part of your community. You begin to notice patterns, especially if you are doing things at the same time each day. I like walking into my favorite corner store on fourth, or the mexican grocery, or flowers and coffee, or our bank, or aniello's, or taco nuevo mexico, and they know us. I can weave easily through the people on the street, and I know all the characteristics of each street and sidewalk. It's a different experience than what I was used to in K.C.
In the Kansas City area (Lawrence included) it is a understanding of the landscape from the perspective of a car. I do know parts by foot, very well actually, but the majority is taken in from the driver's seat preferably. I love cruising around. Some routes are like my favorite pair of pants, that pair you never want to wash because they would have to be off of your body. I knew exactly where you could or could not take a left turn, where cars would be parked at any time of day on various streets, almost to the minute how long it should take me from point a to point b, etc. I also know my car, and how it handles every situation.
Thinking about it, people knew us in Kansas City too. It just was not necessarily at strictly neighborhood places. My neighborhood was all over that town.
Thursday, September 12
...just slide...
Everyone is so quiet on the subway in the morning. People are either absorbed into their various papers (or pretending to be,) or sitting there with their eyes closed. No one wants to be singled out and noticed. This morning on the C train there was a woman a year or two older than me who was silently crying. I did not even notice until the woman in the seat across from hers handed her a tissue. When the tissue lady got off a few stops later, the crying one smiled and gave her thanks. The other woman leaned down and whispered something...It was very touching in many ways. First, that something could be so wrong or sad that it would make you cry on the subway, and second, a stranger's compassion. That simple exchange filled me with happiness and hope. It seems so much here (probably every where) that people avoid unnecessary contact.
On the way home in the late afternoon, people are again quiet, though not as much as in the morning. So many look like they are lacking iron and sunlight. It's not even winter yet! I think too many people are working jobs that do not satisfy them. My jobs now require me to spend much more time on public transportation than I normally enjoy, but I also get to walk about three miles a day. This rules! I have to be in a hurry, but it feels good. It is a positive tired at the end of the day.
Everyone is so quiet on the subway in the morning. People are either absorbed into their various papers (or pretending to be,) or sitting there with their eyes closed. No one wants to be singled out and noticed. This morning on the C train there was a woman a year or two older than me who was silently crying. I did not even notice until the woman in the seat across from hers handed her a tissue. When the tissue lady got off a few stops later, the crying one smiled and gave her thanks. The other woman leaned down and whispered something...It was very touching in many ways. First, that something could be so wrong or sad that it would make you cry on the subway, and second, a stranger's compassion. That simple exchange filled me with happiness and hope. It seems so much here (probably every where) that people avoid unnecessary contact.
On the way home in the late afternoon, people are again quiet, though not as much as in the morning. So many look like they are lacking iron and sunlight. It's not even winter yet! I think too many people are working jobs that do not satisfy them. My jobs now require me to spend much more time on public transportation than I normally enjoy, but I also get to walk about three miles a day. This rules! I have to be in a hurry, but it feels good. It is a positive tired at the end of the day.
Tuesday, September 10
...lap it up...
This morning, in my kitchen, coffee brewing, I looked out our window to steal a glimpse of the neighbors bursting garden, and I spied Mama cat on her side with her three kittens drinking. The almost all black one finished first, and bounded away to hide underneath the squash plants. After awhile, Mama decided the other two had enough...the grey and white one kept trying at it. Soon they were all wrestling, while the Ma daintily perched on a bucket type thing to help herself to a drink of water. It was beautiful.
This morning, in my kitchen, coffee brewing, I looked out our window to steal a glimpse of the neighbors bursting garden, and I spied Mama cat on her side with her three kittens drinking. The almost all black one finished first, and bounded away to hide underneath the squash plants. After awhile, Mama decided the other two had enough...the grey and white one kept trying at it. Soon they were all wrestling, while the Ma daintily perched on a bucket type thing to help herself to a drink of water. It was beautiful.
Monday, September 9
...not much action...
I've been viewing everything from the inside lately, even though the outside feels fantastic! I've been inside the apartment, work, the subway, a taxi, other people's apartments...Not much time to lazily stroll about.
We celebrated Rosh Hashanah on Friday with dinner at Peter and Joanne's. It was great! Bea was there, and Brian, and Chris. Joanne and Peter made a WONDERFUL meal (all vegetarian!- that's so nice,) and then we just talked, and gossiped, and laughed a lot. Jeremy and I had a really great time. I miss my family a lot, but I am so glad that we are near some of Jeremy's relatives.
Yesterday a piano entered our midst. It's begging to be tuned...
The cats enjoy rolling all over it. Frank looked very startled when Jeremy started playing it while he was on top. They have never lived with a piano before!
Piper and Nick have bought a house!!! By the time we visit K.C. next, they should have been moved in for months. That's so nice for them. They have been in the apartment for so long. I don't get to say goodbye to it...(oh, it's not that tragic!) I wish I could help decorate it...not that Piper would agree with all my suggestions:) A house...sigh.
I've been viewing everything from the inside lately, even though the outside feels fantastic! I've been inside the apartment, work, the subway, a taxi, other people's apartments...Not much time to lazily stroll about.
We celebrated Rosh Hashanah on Friday with dinner at Peter and Joanne's. It was great! Bea was there, and Brian, and Chris. Joanne and Peter made a WONDERFUL meal (all vegetarian!- that's so nice,) and then we just talked, and gossiped, and laughed a lot. Jeremy and I had a really great time. I miss my family a lot, but I am so glad that we are near some of Jeremy's relatives.
Yesterday a piano entered our midst. It's begging to be tuned...
The cats enjoy rolling all over it. Frank looked very startled when Jeremy started playing it while he was on top. They have never lived with a piano before!
Piper and Nick have bought a house!!! By the time we visit K.C. next, they should have been moved in for months. That's so nice for them. They have been in the apartment for so long. I don't get to say goodbye to it...(oh, it's not that tragic!) I wish I could help decorate it...not that Piper would agree with all my suggestions:) A house...sigh.
Tuesday, September 3
...on a plane...
A year ago, today, we were headed back to Kansas City from visiting Jeremy's Great Aunt May here in New York City. We knew this was most likely the last time that we would be seeing her, and she had that feeling as well. It was a really wonderful weekend though...After dinner one night, we sat around her table talking, when we noticed that a HUGE full moon was on the rise. It moved so quickly! May lifted out of her seat to get a better view. The three of us just sat in silence for a minute.
May gave us an engagement card and present that weekend. She told me how happy she was that I was joining the family. She said lots of great things, as I know some of you out there know.
So, we kissed her goodbye on Tuesday, and her sitting at the table is the last we physically knew of May. I can't really express through words on a blog what she was like...
That's it...luckily, we weren't on a flight a week later...
A year ago, today, we were headed back to Kansas City from visiting Jeremy's Great Aunt May here in New York City. We knew this was most likely the last time that we would be seeing her, and she had that feeling as well. It was a really wonderful weekend though...After dinner one night, we sat around her table talking, when we noticed that a HUGE full moon was on the rise. It moved so quickly! May lifted out of her seat to get a better view. The three of us just sat in silence for a minute.
May gave us an engagement card and present that weekend. She told me how happy she was that I was joining the family. She said lots of great things, as I know some of you out there know.
So, we kissed her goodbye on Tuesday, and her sitting at the table is the last we physically knew of May. I can't really express through words on a blog what she was like...
That's it...luckily, we weren't on a flight a week later...
Thursday, August 29
...thursday night,feelin' alright...
When I was walking to the co-op to do my shift tonight, I was totally overtaken by the mood sifting through the streets. It was very damp out, and hovering in that moment right before it starts misting. This air brought out all the smells hanging around. The main one I thought I could distinguish reminded me of homemade soup and a thick slice of bread. I could have sworn we were nearing the end of September more so than August. The leaves are already drying up and twisting off of their branches. I walked by the open door to a bar, not quite ready for business, and caught a whiff of cigarette smoke. It's one of those moments where it's a comforting smell, reminding me of friends and lost loves. This is the kind of evening when a hand made quilt is necessary along with a pet to give you kisses.
Then I remembered it's a Thursday. I wanted to be back in high school, when I had the Thursday night crew to look forward to. I got invited to it when Channah and I became friends. It was usually just a few of us, but sometimes more if folks were back in town. We always got together at Jamison's house around seven o'clock for good coffee, conversation, and an arthouse flick. I loved being there, especially on those colder nights. Jamison would hand roll cigarettes and put on a pot of coffee, while his family's big standard poodle, Caesar, would clatter around. We would eventually put the movie on, and then have to reluctantly amble home once it was over. It was almost always Nilufar, Jamison, Channah, me, Cecilia, and Saskia, Isaac, Margo, Mindy if they were in town. Sometimes others came too. After some time, we wouldn't even do stuff centered around the movie. We might make dinner, or smoke fruit flavored tobacco from the sheesha pipe Jamison had from living in Egypt. One summer night we had a sleepover and swam at midnight. Afterwards we crawled into the car to go to the grocery store to fill that hunger that only swimming can give you. There was also the night (headed back from a movie?) in Jamison's station wagon where it was pouring rain, and on Lowell, his windsheild wiper gave out. Everyone stuck their heads out the window to see the road. Tonight, years later and living in Brooklyn, everything aligned to have all of that flood back into my memory. What's sad is that I am not in close contact with any one of those people currently. There are no hard feelings, and when we run into each other it's always nice...we just all got busy...
When I was walking to the co-op to do my shift tonight, I was totally overtaken by the mood sifting through the streets. It was very damp out, and hovering in that moment right before it starts misting. This air brought out all the smells hanging around. The main one I thought I could distinguish reminded me of homemade soup and a thick slice of bread. I could have sworn we were nearing the end of September more so than August. The leaves are already drying up and twisting off of their branches. I walked by the open door to a bar, not quite ready for business, and caught a whiff of cigarette smoke. It's one of those moments where it's a comforting smell, reminding me of friends and lost loves. This is the kind of evening when a hand made quilt is necessary along with a pet to give you kisses.
Then I remembered it's a Thursday. I wanted to be back in high school, when I had the Thursday night crew to look forward to. I got invited to it when Channah and I became friends. It was usually just a few of us, but sometimes more if folks were back in town. We always got together at Jamison's house around seven o'clock for good coffee, conversation, and an arthouse flick. I loved being there, especially on those colder nights. Jamison would hand roll cigarettes and put on a pot of coffee, while his family's big standard poodle, Caesar, would clatter around. We would eventually put the movie on, and then have to reluctantly amble home once it was over. It was almost always Nilufar, Jamison, Channah, me, Cecilia, and Saskia, Isaac, Margo, Mindy if they were in town. Sometimes others came too. After some time, we wouldn't even do stuff centered around the movie. We might make dinner, or smoke fruit flavored tobacco from the sheesha pipe Jamison had from living in Egypt. One summer night we had a sleepover and swam at midnight. Afterwards we crawled into the car to go to the grocery store to fill that hunger that only swimming can give you. There was also the night (headed back from a movie?) in Jamison's station wagon where it was pouring rain, and on Lowell, his windsheild wiper gave out. Everyone stuck their heads out the window to see the road. Tonight, years later and living in Brooklyn, everything aligned to have all of that flood back into my memory. What's sad is that I am not in close contact with any one of those people currently. There are no hard feelings, and when we run into each other it's always nice...we just all got busy...
...keepin' a look-out...
Yesterday I saw lots of interesting folks all around town. Making my way up the stairs to our subway platform, sweet sounds of a mandolin and a steel guitar hit my ears. Usually, people do not play at our station, so it was a nice morning treat. Waiting for the train, I saw the guy with two light blue puffs of hair that I had seen walking home the evening before, as well as the punky, pale, colored hair, lesbian couple I had seen on the train the day before. As I emerged on to the street at the 23rd street C/E station, I ran into Jacob who I work with on his way to a bagel store. On 22nd street in between 8th and 9th ave., the old man who is there every morning exchanged smiles with me. During lunch, I saw an interesting fellow in a red shirt with tons of rubber bands around his sleeves holding in various bulky objects. It was a unique solution to not carrying a bag. The train ride home was the usual squish of business folks, loud teenagers, little kids, etc. On the corner of my street, I ran into a guy who works with me in childcare at the co-op. He doesn't even live in the neighborhood. Okay, so...yeah. That entry was probably only worthwhile to me. I just enjoy human watching.
Yesterday I saw lots of interesting folks all around town. Making my way up the stairs to our subway platform, sweet sounds of a mandolin and a steel guitar hit my ears. Usually, people do not play at our station, so it was a nice morning treat. Waiting for the train, I saw the guy with two light blue puffs of hair that I had seen walking home the evening before, as well as the punky, pale, colored hair, lesbian couple I had seen on the train the day before. As I emerged on to the street at the 23rd street C/E station, I ran into Jacob who I work with on his way to a bagel store. On 22nd street in between 8th and 9th ave., the old man who is there every morning exchanged smiles with me. During lunch, I saw an interesting fellow in a red shirt with tons of rubber bands around his sleeves holding in various bulky objects. It was a unique solution to not carrying a bag. The train ride home was the usual squish of business folks, loud teenagers, little kids, etc. On the corner of my street, I ran into a guy who works with me in childcare at the co-op. He doesn't even live in the neighborhood. Okay, so...yeah. That entry was probably only worthwhile to me. I just enjoy human watching.
Tuesday, August 27
...shake your money maker...
Man, I should really not work at a bookstore, because I just keep running across things I want to have in my bookshelves. I guess out of all addictions I could have ended up with, books is not such a bad one. I have learned much restraint.
I need to spend some time making books. I haven't made one in quite some time...Now I have a work surface that is all mine (though the cats are trying to claim it like everything else!) and no excuse not to start MAKING something, anything. My head is waiting for a blank piece of paper.
Man, I should really not work at a bookstore, because I just keep running across things I want to have in my bookshelves. I guess out of all addictions I could have ended up with, books is not such a bad one. I have learned much restraint.
I need to spend some time making books. I haven't made one in quite some time...Now I have a work surface that is all mine (though the cats are trying to claim it like everything else!) and no excuse not to start MAKING something, anything. My head is waiting for a blank piece of paper.
Sunday, August 25
...red in the face...
A weekend beach escape was great...courtesy of the DiCarlos. Fire Island is really perfect. Even though it was cloudy on the main day we were there, it was perfect. I had the ocean all to my self for a moment in time. A seagull cried out a warning as I noticed a constellation of sand on the back of my hand. It was such a heartbreaking, grey, beautiful day. Of course, today was perfect in a different way...the sun was out, the sky was BRIGHT, the waves were fantastic. Luckily, we got to enjoy it before we took the ferry back to the air-conditioned rodeo-of-a-city we live in.
A weekend beach escape was great...courtesy of the DiCarlos. Fire Island is really perfect. Even though it was cloudy on the main day we were there, it was perfect. I had the ocean all to my self for a moment in time. A seagull cried out a warning as I noticed a constellation of sand on the back of my hand. It was such a heartbreaking, grey, beautiful day. Of course, today was perfect in a different way...the sun was out, the sky was BRIGHT, the waves were fantastic. Luckily, we got to enjoy it before we took the ferry back to the air-conditioned rodeo-of-a-city we live in.
Thursday, August 22
...space seed...
Tonight I am babysitting Georgia. She is four going on five, and never ceases to amaze me with the things she thinks about. A couple weeks ago we were playing with her legos. All of them are the usual red, yellow, green, blue, except for one that is shiny and silver. She held this particular lego in her hand, turning it around slowly, and said, " I don't know where this came from." I thought she simply meant she couldn't remember who gave it to her, but then she continued, " I don't know how we got here, how this planet got here." It took me a second to respond, but then I did with the usual, " Well, everyone has a lot of different explanations for how things got here, and no one is either right or wrong. It's still a mystery." After a little more elaboration, and a couple moments of silence, Georgia decided it had to be seeds. ... Then she was only interested in what buildings we were working on.
Tonight I am babysitting Georgia. She is four going on five, and never ceases to amaze me with the things she thinks about. A couple weeks ago we were playing with her legos. All of them are the usual red, yellow, green, blue, except for one that is shiny and silver. She held this particular lego in her hand, turning it around slowly, and said, " I don't know where this came from." I thought she simply meant she couldn't remember who gave it to her, but then she continued, " I don't know how we got here, how this planet got here." It took me a second to respond, but then I did with the usual, " Well, everyone has a lot of different explanations for how things got here, and no one is either right or wrong. It's still a mystery." After a little more elaboration, and a couple moments of silence, Georgia decided it had to be seeds. ... Then she was only interested in what buildings we were working on.
Tuesday, August 20
...i am awake...
Cat in my lap, husband actually asleep before me, a productive day behind me, a bug just flew into view and I think I killed it - I'm not sure why, empty mason jar wanting to be full, bladder wanting to be empty, ol' clunky chugging away, barefeet patting on the linoleum, allergies found my forwarding address, heard some cicadas today!!! - didn't know they existed here at all, drew an anatomically correct eyeball to embroider on a pillow, did dishes to tool - one of the best bands ever, started a new book that Joan recommended - Empire Falls, been on a cooking jag, figured out part of an amelie song and a byrds song on the melodica, watched the teen choice awards while drinking wine and coffee, talked with my sleepy sister - today was her first day back teaching, prayin' for rain.
Cat in my lap, husband actually asleep before me, a productive day behind me, a bug just flew into view and I think I killed it - I'm not sure why, empty mason jar wanting to be full, bladder wanting to be empty, ol' clunky chugging away, barefeet patting on the linoleum, allergies found my forwarding address, heard some cicadas today!!! - didn't know they existed here at all, drew an anatomically correct eyeball to embroider on a pillow, did dishes to tool - one of the best bands ever, started a new book that Joan recommended - Empire Falls, been on a cooking jag, figured out part of an amelie song and a byrds song on the melodica, watched the teen choice awards while drinking wine and coffee, talked with my sleepy sister - today was her first day back teaching, prayin' for rain.
Sunday, August 18
...what can you offer...
Do you ever think about how riduculous money is? How were we all made to believe that simple pieces of paper and metal actually hold power, and are worth working for? It's a spell of mass proportions. What if we went back to trading object for object? I do not know if that would necessarily (is that how it's spelled?) be better, but just think for a second...What things would totally disappear if we did that? I have no clue. Would there still be people who made cars, or appliances, and what would you have to do for them in order to get one? To some, playing a heart breaking song might be worth thousands, but to others it could mean a years worth of crops, or free access to your body, or a baby, or a fantastic meal. It's all relative.
Do most people even know how to make anything anymore?! If it came down to it, would people re-learn to spin yarn again, weave fabric, and construct clothes? Would more people learn ceramics, or how to build things, or whatever? I guess money is convenient in that everyone has something they know how to do and they get paper for it to buy the things they do not know how to do, or the things they do, but just don't have time or energy to. Has money made us uncreative and lazy? It' s a vicious cycle of having to have it, even for basics, and having to work way too much for way too little.
What about the concept of plastic = money. What about the stock market? Our money isn't even physically backed by gold anymore...Imaginary, huge numbers. What was it that Nasa just lost track of in space?...something that cost them four BILLION to build! Did that money even change hands? I seriously doubt it. Man, we are so far gone.
Okay...so now you know what a Sunday morning of too much coffee can do to me. Actually this is part of my mind all of the time. I've got to go buy groceries...
Do you ever think about how riduculous money is? How were we all made to believe that simple pieces of paper and metal actually hold power, and are worth working for? It's a spell of mass proportions. What if we went back to trading object for object? I do not know if that would necessarily (is that how it's spelled?) be better, but just think for a second...What things would totally disappear if we did that? I have no clue. Would there still be people who made cars, or appliances, and what would you have to do for them in order to get one? To some, playing a heart breaking song might be worth thousands, but to others it could mean a years worth of crops, or free access to your body, or a baby, or a fantastic meal. It's all relative.
Do most people even know how to make anything anymore?! If it came down to it, would people re-learn to spin yarn again, weave fabric, and construct clothes? Would more people learn ceramics, or how to build things, or whatever? I guess money is convenient in that everyone has something they know how to do and they get paper for it to buy the things they do not know how to do, or the things they do, but just don't have time or energy to. Has money made us uncreative and lazy? It' s a vicious cycle of having to have it, even for basics, and having to work way too much for way too little.
What about the concept of plastic = money. What about the stock market? Our money isn't even physically backed by gold anymore...Imaginary, huge numbers. What was it that Nasa just lost track of in space?...something that cost them four BILLION to build! Did that money even change hands? I seriously doubt it. Man, we are so far gone.
Okay...so now you know what a Sunday morning of too much coffee can do to me. Actually this is part of my mind all of the time. I've got to go buy groceries...
Friday, August 16
...do a little dance...
Today is much better. All of my future work is lined up and ready. My only babysitting is picking up a really fun girl from school every day, and other than that, I am working at the Dia! Art books, whee! A weight has been lifted. I have another book to recommend...this one is a kid's book, and is fabulous. It was introduced to us by our friends the Freelings *The Grey Lady and the Strawberry Snatcher by Molly Garrett Bang * So good. Alright...I promise to be more exciting soon.
Today is much better. All of my future work is lined up and ready. My only babysitting is picking up a really fun girl from school every day, and other than that, I am working at the Dia! Art books, whee! A weight has been lifted. I have another book to recommend...this one is a kid's book, and is fabulous. It was introduced to us by our friends the Freelings *The Grey Lady and the Strawberry Snatcher by Molly Garrett Bang * So good. Alright...I promise to be more exciting soon.
Thursday, August 15
...oy...
Is there a full moon on the rise, or is there nothing to pin everything bad/weird on? It's too hot to even care about anything...of course, I care about everything. Man, even the cats are getting in on the craziness. They want so bad to run outside. I keep trying to explain how sorely disappointed they would be when they discovered - man, I swear to something that Jeremy just! broke his favorite glass, I broke one earlier that's not even ours, I got a small shard in my finger cleaning it up, and Jeremy got one in his foot...things have got to get better right? - that there is no grass, not many birds, and hostile streets. The cats just don't care. They are like me, every place I should not be at the moment. Anyway, do not fret dear friends. It's just one of those days. We'll see how things are when the fog lifts in the morning.
Is there a full moon on the rise, or is there nothing to pin everything bad/weird on? It's too hot to even care about anything...of course, I care about everything. Man, even the cats are getting in on the craziness. They want so bad to run outside. I keep trying to explain how sorely disappointed they would be when they discovered - man, I swear to something that Jeremy just! broke his favorite glass, I broke one earlier that's not even ours, I got a small shard in my finger cleaning it up, and Jeremy got one in his foot...things have got to get better right? - that there is no grass, not many birds, and hostile streets. The cats just don't care. They are like me, every place I should not be at the moment. Anyway, do not fret dear friends. It's just one of those days. We'll see how things are when the fog lifts in the morning.
...in times of trouble...
Sometimes I like to make lists of things that make me happy: anything involving Jeremy, stormy days, big sweaters, dandelion fuzz, driving through the southwest, a lovingly made meal, spending the day with a book, mail, the frenzied moment an idea strikes, working with wire, dancing to records with our cats, old suitcases, photographs, thinking of, or seeing my family and friends, frozen grapes on a hot summer day, spoons, when smell brings back a memory, history- familial and otherwise, multiples of small things, weaving, drinking from mason jars, sitting on the front stoop watching the world go by, talking with kids, wood floors, overalls, seeing them burn the prarie in Kansas, magnets, finding the cats in bizarre,small places. ...I'll stop tormenting you now;)
Sometimes I like to make lists of things that make me happy: anything involving Jeremy, stormy days, big sweaters, dandelion fuzz, driving through the southwest, a lovingly made meal, spending the day with a book, mail, the frenzied moment an idea strikes, working with wire, dancing to records with our cats, old suitcases, photographs, thinking of, or seeing my family and friends, frozen grapes on a hot summer day, spoons, when smell brings back a memory, history- familial and otherwise, multiples of small things, weaving, drinking from mason jars, sitting on the front stoop watching the world go by, talking with kids, wood floors, overalls, seeing them burn the prarie in Kansas, magnets, finding the cats in bizarre,small places. ...I'll stop tormenting you now;)
Monday, August 12
...new york struttin'...
Saturday was a perfect Brooklyn appreciation day. It was a great temperature out, and I got out of the house early. Jeremy and I walked to his new place of work (a children's bookstore - locally owned,) which was having it's opening day. I bought great kid's books, headed to the co-op for guacamole and pico de gallo materials, and sauntered home, bothering to stop and look in windows of stores I do not normally take time to. Then it was phone calls, Jeremy came home for a bit (too many people working,) pico and other food making, last minute cleaning, a frosty glass of water...Suddenly food is ready, our neighbors are over, good breeze shootin', and friends from Colorado come in to town. Perfect.
Saturday was a perfect Brooklyn appreciation day. It was a great temperature out, and I got out of the house early. Jeremy and I walked to his new place of work (a children's bookstore - locally owned,) which was having it's opening day. I bought great kid's books, headed to the co-op for guacamole and pico de gallo materials, and sauntered home, bothering to stop and look in windows of stores I do not normally take time to. Then it was phone calls, Jeremy came home for a bit (too many people working,) pico and other food making, last minute cleaning, a frosty glass of water...Suddenly food is ready, our neighbors are over, good breeze shootin', and friends from Colorado come in to town. Perfect.
Friday, August 9
...bear with me...
I love to make lists and read books, so I am combining the two here. I really enjoy being introduced to books by friends, so if you have any suggestions please email me! These are just some of my favorite books: *anything written by Barbara Kingsolver, Isabel Allende, Dave Sedaris, Tom Robbins, and John Irving. *Cruddy by Lynda Barry, *A Cook's Tour by Anthony Bourdain, *The Autobiography of Malcom X as told to Alex Haley, *A Beginer's Guide To Constructing the Universe by Michael Schneider, *Ode to Common Things by Pablo Neruda, *Geek Love by Katherine Dunn, *The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy by Tim Burton, *A Natural History of the Senses by Diane Ackerman.
I love to make lists and read books, so I am combining the two here. I really enjoy being introduced to books by friends, so if you have any suggestions please email me! These are just some of my favorite books: *anything written by Barbara Kingsolver, Isabel Allende, Dave Sedaris, Tom Robbins, and John Irving. *Cruddy by Lynda Barry, *A Cook's Tour by Anthony Bourdain, *The Autobiography of Malcom X as told to Alex Haley, *A Beginer's Guide To Constructing the Universe by Michael Schneider, *Ode to Common Things by Pablo Neruda, *Geek Love by Katherine Dunn, *The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy by Tim Burton, *A Natural History of the Senses by Diane Ackerman.
...dusty books...
Yesterday I was wandering through various photo albums, when I came across the pictures of euclid trees in Australia covered with maps from the scribbly moth. For those that do not know, scribbly moth catepillars leave trails of digestive fluid on one kind of euclid tree, then go back and suck up nutrients. The marks are left permanently. I like to think of my art and writing in comparison to them. We both leave behind a lot of residue to be looked at.
Yesterday I was wandering through various photo albums, when I came across the pictures of euclid trees in Australia covered with maps from the scribbly moth. For those that do not know, scribbly moth catepillars leave trails of digestive fluid on one kind of euclid tree, then go back and suck up nutrients. The marks are left permanently. I like to think of my art and writing in comparison to them. We both leave behind a lot of residue to be looked at.
Thursday, August 8
...stoop sittin' kind of day...
The moments before you open a letter are some of my favorite. Someone took the time to create something just for you. It takes only a minute at the most from when you take the letter inside to when you open it, but in that time, you investigate the weight, smell, and visual quality of the letter. Then you get the added pleasure of opening the letter and discovering what it holds inside.
I have not been a great letter creator recently, but I am working on it. I have to say I love the postal system, even though they raise prices, and lose stuff sometimes. They are carriers of love, friendship, hatred, junk, everything. What an interesting position to be in.
The moments before you open a letter are some of my favorite. Someone took the time to create something just for you. It takes only a minute at the most from when you take the letter inside to when you open it, but in that time, you investigate the weight, smell, and visual quality of the letter. Then you get the added pleasure of opening the letter and discovering what it holds inside.
I have not been a great letter creator recently, but I am working on it. I have to say I love the postal system, even though they raise prices, and lose stuff sometimes. They are carriers of love, friendship, hatred, junk, everything. What an interesting position to be in.
Tuesday, August 6
...ramblin'...
I could have sworn I heard the cicadas last night. It was just city noises, and wishful thinking.
the cicadas have been persistant this year,
not even bothering to pause during the day.
they are frantic to get out just one more dusty call
before they become a series of empty shells.
This is one of the essences of a Kansas City summer. I miss it there. I am discovering, though, the things that I love about New York (Brooklyn in particular) that will some day make my missing list.
I could have sworn I heard the cicadas last night. It was just city noises, and wishful thinking.
the cicadas have been persistant this year,
not even bothering to pause during the day.
they are frantic to get out just one more dusty call
before they become a series of empty shells.
This is one of the essences of a Kansas City summer. I miss it there. I am discovering, though, the things that I love about New York (Brooklyn in particular) that will some day make my missing list.