Dragging my foots to front row Radiohead on Sunday...
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
You gotta to get on the goodfoot
WAAAAOH!!
James Brown!
A few short things:
1. Hillary giving herself ANOTHER loan (to the tune of $6.4 mill) while our man Obama is still able to FUNDRAISE doesn't bode well for Hill. You see the problem is, and I have a HUGE problem that there's not better campaign finance reform, normal people should be able to run for President through FUNDRAISING. Normal people do not have $6.4 million to loan themselves. I, a past and present business owner, a married woman with no children, a middle class income earner am sick and tired of the establishment being run solely by the extremely wealthy in a monarchical fashion, even if they are Clintons. I absolutely adored Bill (not as much in light of this campaign) but he was an amazing leader. This is just going too far though. The Clintons can't let a little thing like losing get in the way of her winning.
We need fresh meat in the market. I'm just so sick of it all.
2. Hubs sent me the most hilarious ecard. An ecard of all things! I will learn to play good video game times so I can be his party on Army of 2. I will do that for my marriage. Zelda would have been better though but I will survive!
3. Cameo is my new favorite Funk band.
4. You ain't no rock n' roll fun.
5. We gots our stimulus checks! Time to destimulate our credit card bill!
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
From the fountain
Fern prize (in the works)
Blue, unmistakably turquoise, as waters drawn from Melusine,
nested in twigs wrapped from oak pollen--
shockingly yellow--
feather dusted, perfectly formed,
these robins' eggs were nested in my fern.
Let them have it, my Husband says, without pause,
the cynicism lacking,
you can always get another fern.
I think they've already been abandoned though.
What mother wouldn't sit for five possibilities?
Five flights awakened in a solid, hearty nest.
Later, a bird plunged into the office window. Certainly an omen.
The robins have been everywhere this Spring. Even so,
if they had a song, I wouldn't know it.
The pine spring up in fast forward, looming,
and wrens circle the fern, sat hanging in its basket,
unknowingly hiding the prize inside.
I check on it daily, ensuring not to touch, only wanting to touch.
The little eggs like pieces of native jewelry, like
robin's egg blue, chuckles Husband certainly now taken over by Spring.
What would my Roman gods think of that?
Didn't they eat wrens in Rome?
That night, I found a small bird's beak in the driveway.
That night, I was a bird girl in my dream--
come on come on wings take flight!--
This morning the eggs were gone, the nest had been moved,
off kilter, no longer perfectly centered. I stretched
to tip it down, standing on toe to see in, but the nest
had come apart.
Cotton strings and lint floated to my feet.
Piles of feathers found in my hands.
Blue, unmistakably turquoise, as waters drawn from Melusine,
nested in twigs wrapped from oak pollen--
shockingly yellow--
feather dusted, perfectly formed,
these robins' eggs were nested in my fern.
Let them have it, my Husband says, without pause,
the cynicism lacking,
you can always get another fern.
I think they've already been abandoned though.
What mother wouldn't sit for five possibilities?
Five flights awakened in a solid, hearty nest.
Later, a bird plunged into the office window. Certainly an omen.
The robins have been everywhere this Spring. Even so,
if they had a song, I wouldn't know it.
The pine spring up in fast forward, looming,
and wrens circle the fern, sat hanging in its basket,
unknowingly hiding the prize inside.
I check on it daily, ensuring not to touch, only wanting to touch.
The little eggs like pieces of native jewelry, like
robin's egg blue, chuckles Husband certainly now taken over by Spring.
What would my Roman gods think of that?
Didn't they eat wrens in Rome?
That night, I found a small bird's beak in the driveway.
That night, I was a bird girl in my dream--
come on come on wings take flight!--
This morning the eggs were gone, the nest had been moved,
off kilter, no longer perfectly centered. I stretched
to tip it down, standing on toe to see in, but the nest
had come apart.
Cotton strings and lint floated to my feet.
Piles of feathers found in my hands.
the dragonflys are trying to lecture me // the seahorses if we were in the sea
I heart R.E.M. always and forever.
And thus, mes cerises:
And thus, mes cerises:
Monday, May 5, 2008
Cinco de Mayonnaise!
The new Scarlett Johansson Tom Waits's cover, "Fallin' Down" I'm not so sure about.
Sounds a little more like cats drowning than what I generally prefer but I will admit, it grows on you some. It doesn't help that I have a raging headache today and the phones won't stop ringing. Ching ching!
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This guy I love: Judge Judge Reinhold!!! He must have married an Arkansas woman bc he has been ALL OVER the socialite rags in town. And I bet not a one of those ever saw Arrested Development. That was on AD, right? I was so pick and choose with that show. I'll just take me a plate full of Will Arnett and David Cross anyday.
And this guy. Yum Sexy Times Thomas Jefferson in the HBO John Adams series. OOH he's so lovely! So hot and steamy lovely.
Anyway enough of my fantasies...
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Well ok, nevermind bc ice cream is also a fantasy and this guy is in our neighborhood like daily!
The best part is his truck plays "Do your ears hang low? do they wobble to and fro? Can you tie 'em in a knot? Can you tie 'em in a bow? etc etc" BUT with the best ghetto high hat!
So it's more like "Do your ears hang (tish) low? Do they wobble (tish, tish) to and fro? Can you tie 'em in a (tish)? Can you tie 'em in a (tish, tish)? It's beautiful music to my soon to be constantly 98 degrees ears!
huzzah!-----------------
Maybe I can convince babes that we need a margarita tonight...
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Swan Song
Tundra swan hunting is still extremely popular in the Yukon.
Don't drink don't smoke, what do you do?
Don't drink don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow, there must be something inside.
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