cantata

So I come across the most random of ideas at work. While processing data on Catholic schools around the US, I came across these and I like them very much:

-Most Holy Trinity

-Queen of Peace

and finally, my favorite:

Our Lady, Star of the Sea

One thing the Catholics surely have going for them aside from most saints being fairly cool all outstanding, is the assonance and alliteration found all throughout the language. I know it's from the Latin. And I know it's very difficult to make ole clunky Protestant German sound pretty. But there's something more to it than that. Like magic.

Wonderful words to describe all sorts of lifely situations I would never have known in my life were it not for needing to replace a few door frames:

-plumb (the verb)

-jamb (the noun)

-shim (both verb and noun).

There is light to be found everywhere. Even inside of me. I feel it happening and I can't wait. Supernovaontheinside.

let me plague myself like the west in his head

Sorry Virginia Tech. I guess they'll finally stop showing that Final Four Coke commercial now. How scary. I guess it did kinda happen here too huh?

I hate the data entry part of my job but it does let me daydream.

I dreamt last night that my boss's kid had been kidnapped and it was up to me to find her. And then I woke up and it was freezing in my house.

Jamaica Inn.

it's like this, that and this and uh

"Hey guys, I've got no class!"

psst: Sept 1

doodie shoots

hahaha. Today my job title has changed to add "Mass Merchandise Liquidator." It makes me feel kinda dirty, but in a good way.

NAMA tonight. Off tomorrow for various sundry things like "Talking to my Retirement Investor," and "Tooth Plaque Scraping 101." And then Grindhouse. And then MFA show. And then rest rest recoup.

I am so excited to see the looks on some of the winner's faces tonight. I know they won't be expecting it at all.

I keep having action movie dreams in a hovercraft. I wish Chris would end the Bond film festival in our living room already.

We saw 300 last night. Very good despite droning narration. And wow. I'm not normally like this but it made me very, um, respectful of the human form. Yeah. Wow.

everytime i think i know where i stand

Garagh. I have a really big secret and a really little secret and I can't wait until this weekend when I can finally tell everyone. And no, thank God, I'm not preggers but thanks for playing.

I have to say it was incredibly strange at Birthday Beltaine to hear everyone talk about how much they are ready to start on kids and this and that and the other. I want a family but Christ it terrifies me. Kids. yuck. They poop mud. How many times to I have to say that? Why doesn't anyone believe me? It was great to have such long Thin Lizzy discussions.

God I can't wait to go to Ireland. Chris starts his web design schooling in May through the summer and then Ireland in August and then (gasp!).

Also looking forward to Lovell's masters thesis show and BBQ Saturday, also looking forward to NAMAs on Thursday, also looking forward to some down time tonight and dinner with my honey AND looking forward to narrating Shane's animated project. I think it's going to be pretty spiffy.

Everything in this world must have come from somewhere

No not her, she came out of thin air.

Golden Hordes

Birthday Beltaine was supposed to be this weekend, and it still is, but where it was 80 degrees and my plants were blooming when I planned it, it is now 32 degrees and my plants are frozen.

I put alot of work into it, but I also did so knowing that one's not supposed to plant in our zone until after April 17th. I find this gardening, or yardening as I like to call it, fascinating. Digging my hands in the ground, my bare hands, feels good. It feels productive. It lets me think and toughens me up. I've had cyprus splinters 3 inches long jammed under my fingernails, rusty nails piercing my palm (that hurts, it really really hurts, for days), sweat and sweat and sweat and I love it. It lets me think, and it tires me in a way that's so refreshing. I deserve it. I like watching things grow. Even if my cucumbers never fruit or my jasmine never creeps. I'm successful at the living.

On the other hand, I feel a very strong pull, while digging in all this dirt, to get back in my gospels. Chris is worried, and probably rightfully so, that I'll turn into some crystal wearing, druid rite practicing, Rag Time Roast Beefy, Kaballahist, but I probably won't. It's strange. As what I believe, I have no qualms with exploring this side. 75% of energy is dark matter and if we equate that with evil, then 75% of everything is "evil." But it's not. It's just darkness. I'm not afraid of listening to what it's telling me. I'm just not sure that once I let go, anyone but Chris will understand where I've gone. In researching my life line, it's been suggested that I seek to find Ydabaol, origin of all power. For now, it's just good reading. It opens me up. It's let me know I deserve to be loved. But later, when I can't control it.

Screw it, I don't want to control it.

diamonds and cocaine

My dearest woke up at dawn with me (bc with the time change I have to wake up at dawn to be at work on time/late-ish).

To spend more time with me.

Man doesn't normally wake up for 2 more hours bc of a different work schedule.

It's confirmed. I think we can start our own donkey bear farm.

My new favorite phrases to put on tshirts when I have time:

-All responsible Gorcs spay and neuter their donkey bears.

-Savage patriotism (with an image of JFK's head being blown off)

And I have to plan our Ireland trip so we don't end up spending an arm and a leg to get there.