Note To Self:
Hey there, dear bloggery. I started this thing in October when I was fed up with smoking cigarettes.
...well GUESS what? I haven't successfully quit yet!
I'm going for it again and again and again! I feel like a velociraptor in Jurassic Park... I'm testing the fence for weaknesses. I won't give up. I'm determined to bust outta this cage and run rampant in the museum, terrorizing small children in the kitchen area.
Clever girl, indeed.
Here I go again on my own.
That's the last reference I'm dropping. No seriously. I have to get off the nicotine. All signs point to Quit, all the time. -sigh-
I have one whole camel in a pack; I intend to carry it around and stare at it, hold it, and sniff it to my heart's content -- without lighting it. This is a new method. Let's make it work.
Sincerely,
Self.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
The future dissolves in reverse!
I have been listening to "This Ol' Heart of Mine" a lot. Isley Brothers. Love it.
Have had both Aaliyah and En Vogue stuck in my head for like a week and a couple days too. It's getting rough.
I've learned that if you're in your apartment making out with a guy you barely know, listening to Pulp will fabricate a frisky frenzy and suddenly y'all might get to know one another really well.
There will be some discipline to follow... Since school let out (and I got A's) I've been digging it a little recklessly - namely, booze... So it goes. As the bathroom graffiti in Spider House once read, "Everything in moderation: Including moderation."
'Tree of Life' ----> Most amazing movie I've seen in a very long time. Beautiful. Intricate.
'Tree of Life' ----> Most amazing movie I've seen in a very long time. Beautiful. Intricate.
OK. Ook okok but guess what my big real news is!!
I applied to work in a national park next summer and I had a message on my phone yesterday evening from someone w/ the park calling about it! YES!!
Come what may, I am going to be in the woods for the entirety of next summer. I've had it with traffic and concrete and people all around. I don't just want out... It's imperative that I get out.
^^^ That's right, this is in the USA ^^^
Friday, December 9, 2011
I called Dad today - he's busy decorating for the holidays and something he brought up inspired me to write about it here, spread some merry-time juju!
He spoke of this bell - it's been a xmas decoration imperative for years. It's something uber groovy, and it deserves to be written about. His parents, aka my Mamaw and Papaw, came up from TX to VA and spent Christmas with Mom, Dad, and my big sister - an infant at the time - in 1983. They gave Mom & Dad a red bell-shaped plastic apparatus... It has a soft, thick red yarn to hang it by. We never hung it - Anyway you flick a switch on the bottom and it electronically plays some Christmas carol at random. Just the tones - 1983, remember? Cassettes were just getting on their feet! - and to the rhythm, a bulb comes on and goes off and on again inside the bell, illuminating it.
This was 1983, and now it's practically 2012 and that battery-operated bell still works just fine. I notice with every passing Christmas, Dad mentions how that bell still works like it's a miracle ... and it sorta is, the thing is so old and only annually dusted off.
See, Papaw died on the ides of March in 1984. He spent his last Christmas in VA with my parents and sister, and that bell was a gift he gave that year. And from all I've been told about him, I know he loved to sing.
A light-up singing bell.
I sure know I'm illuminated by music!
Cheers, Internet world. Here's to appreciation and to mystery.
He spoke of this bell - it's been a xmas decoration imperative for years. It's something uber groovy, and it deserves to be written about. His parents, aka my Mamaw and Papaw, came up from TX to VA and spent Christmas with Mom, Dad, and my big sister - an infant at the time - in 1983. They gave Mom & Dad a red bell-shaped plastic apparatus... It has a soft, thick red yarn to hang it by. We never hung it - Anyway you flick a switch on the bottom and it electronically plays some Christmas carol at random. Just the tones - 1983, remember? Cassettes were just getting on their feet! - and to the rhythm, a bulb comes on and goes off and on again inside the bell, illuminating it.
This was 1983, and now it's practically 2012 and that battery-operated bell still works just fine. I notice with every passing Christmas, Dad mentions how that bell still works like it's a miracle ... and it sorta is, the thing is so old and only annually dusted off.
See, Papaw died on the ides of March in 1984. He spent his last Christmas in VA with my parents and sister, and that bell was a gift he gave that year. And from all I've been told about him, I know he loved to sing.
A light-up singing bell.
I sure know I'm illuminated by music!
Cheers, Internet world. Here's to appreciation and to mystery.
Monday, December 5, 2011
It's been a while, and I am still learning to dig it. So much so that .. lately .. I'm digging it all the time. Despite being under the weather with allergies, I'm getting my ish done with school, the last week of classes.
Most recently I've learned something crazy: finally i'm old enough to be able to look back on the decade of my adolescence with a peculiar reverence. like as time goes by, suddenly the past looks better and better. People need to cross that speed-bump and offer the same reverence to the present.
Most recently I've learned something crazy: finally i'm old enough to be able to look back on the decade of my adolescence with a peculiar reverence. like as time goes by, suddenly the past looks better and better. People need to cross that speed-bump and offer the same reverence to the present.
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