Monday, June 5th, 2006
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2:51 pm - Get behind me satan and push.
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From almost the very the point I decided to start taking note of my dreams and write them down, I've actually spent most of my time in dumbfounded awe of them. I'm actually finding it hard to put them on paper. Am I denying them? Maybe I just don't want to smear the ink of reality on them. Sometimes they're so simple and repetitive, and other times they scare the wits out of me.
I'm really glad I decided to do this.
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Friday, February 10th, 2006
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8:50 am - Farewell, sweet laughter...
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Michael: There's more to life than strippers and booze and buckets of blood. Why do you guys have buckets of blood?
Gob: It's not real blood. It's corn syrup and red dye... juice.
Buster: There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook!
I'm really going to miss this show. At least there's still The Office to look forward to.
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Friday, December 16th, 2005
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12:56 pm - A toast to Niclaus
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Belly full of noodles and an empty library. And I’m leaving early to drink beer and pour libations of it into some chili I’m cooking for the Santa Claus party.
Santa Claus was raised by nymphs and the Great Ak. He can speak Finch.
The cats have promised to sing us karaoke. Burl Ives and the Peppermint Kandy Kids.
There may be bad art involved.
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Tuesday, August 30th, 2005
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10:13 am - The black cat, curiouser and curiouser
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For the record, my current list of Irresistables:
Supernatural Carnivals
Crispin Glover as the Thin Man
Clove Gum
Sea Priestesses
Autumn Childhood
Bakery/Dessert Smells
Cat Bellies
Caramel Apples
Deranged Waltzes
Skeleton Cowboys
Fragrant Smoke
Hot Wax
Otherworldly Pop Music
Bourbon Fudge
Christopher Lee’s voice
Pumpkins that aren’t Pumpkins
Turnips that aren’t Turnips
current music: Broadcast
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Wednesday, March 9th, 2005
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3:42 pm - Feathers and Bones and Fur
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Donovan makes me giddy. The perfect way to whittle down my afternoon, thanks to The Unbroken Circle.
current music: Roots of Oak
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Monday, March 7th, 2005
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2:41 pm - When the may rain comes...
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I'm going to London for two weeks this Spring, with a class group. Leroc and I will get just a little bit of time to explore the city on our own. I want to fill up this time the best I can. So, what is there in London that I absolutely have to go and see or do?
current mood: Excited!
current music: Mugison-Graturnar
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Friday, February 4th, 2005
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12:32 pm - New Miyazaki
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I can't wait to see this movie:
Howl's Moving Castle
You can read a little more and see other pictures here
I read the book by Diana Wynne Jones, and I couldn't help but picture it all Miyazaki-esque. And I think the chicken legs are gonna make a great addition. He must love Baba Yaga.
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Friday, January 21st, 2005
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9:14 am - It was a stendhal's syndrome moment...
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I was looking at my newly acquired Thoth tarot... listening to Bobb Trimble. There is some music that just puts me there. I really have a weakness for fragile male singing voices. I don't mind a little shaky-ness, a little raspy-ness, some lunacy.
I got several things going on. My senses are cracking the whip, they own me. Mostly wanting to sit and listen to music for hours, compiling it. Drink warm honeyed tea and let the darkest bitter chocolate dissolve in my mouth. Get out my oils and put together something that smells like a resinous honeycomb or an orange flower dipped in brown sugar and cinnamon and myrrh. I tried making a perfume that smelled like kheer, because I have a vanilla tincture, and a cardamom tincture. Tried adding a little rose, a little frankincense oil (needed something base-y). I'm not sure how it will turn out. I'll just have to wait and see how it develops. I usually don't try to make the alcohol-based ones. But since I live in Kentucky and can buy the everclear, well.
I believe I may see Finding Neverland tonight. It has been the season of biographical flicks. Kinsey, the aviator... I need something visual to go with my current sensual mood. Maybe Finding Neverland will supply.
current music: Arthur (Lee Harper) - Wintertime
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Monday, January 10th, 2005
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1:30 pm
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You know you're sick when your laugh sounds like a car crash.
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Wednesday, November 17th, 2004
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12:22 pm - German Safety video a la Argento
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Staplerfahrer_klaus.
It's 9 minutes and something, but worth it. Especially if you're feeling the need to see some cartoonish bloodshed.
current mood: slappy.
current music: Shhh.
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Wednesday, November 10th, 2004
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10:07 am - Late endeavors
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I've spent a good amount of spare time during the last month working on a compilation of songs for the Major Arcana of the Tarot, dealing with some aspect of the card. I finally got it burned last night, and I'm pretty happy with the results.
0 (The Fool). Fool-Trees
1 (The Magician). Song of the Magician-Tim Buckley
2 (The High Priestess). Evening-Meredith Monk
3 (The Empress). Oh Bright Eyed One-C.O.B.
4 (The Emperor). El Rey Pescador-These Trails
5 (The Heirophant). Family Bible-Willie Nelson
6 (The Lovers). Northern Sky-Nick Drake
7 (The Chariot). Anywhere on this Road-Lhasa
8 (Strength). Rusty Cage-Johnny Cash
9 (The Hermit). The Hermit-Art Bears
10 (Wheel of Fortune). Wheel of the Law-Kendra Smith
11 (Justice). Severance-Dead can Dance
12 (The Hanged Man). Dwarf in a Tree (A Cautionary Tale)-Duncan Browne
13 (Death). My Name is Death-P.G. Six
14 (Temperance). Pyramid Song-Radiohead
15 (The Devil). The Devil had a Hold on Me-Gillian Welch
16 (The Tower). The Tower Song-Townes Van Zandt
17 (The Star). Hope Beneath the Stars-Moth Masque
18 (The Moon). Janitor of Lunacy-Nico
19 (The Sun). Sun in My Mouth-Bjork
20 (Judgement). Who by Fire-Leonard Cohen
21 (The World). Across the Universe-Beatles
I used the Albano-Waite deck, and some of the songs actually fit very well with the images on the card while others not so much. The Heirophant for example--Willie Nelson doesn't go well with the papal imagery, but I think it fits the meaning. Some of these songs were obvious choices (at least for me) from the beginning, and it was the Tim Buckley track that gave me the idea to work on this. The Meredith Monk track was a late addition that I love. I really enjoyed working on this. If anyone wants a copy, I'll make a trade for postcards, art, stickers, anything cool.
Also,
Reference Librarian quote of the week:
"I'm not impressed by your boobs, cause I can't see em."
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Thursday, November 4th, 2004
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2:03 pm - So small, a sliver
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The sky was actually lavender-colored when I stepped outside this morning, and with phosphorescent varieties of orange blazing from the trees I seemed underwater. Trying to see it all from a distance (in my mind) I saw the roads full of streaming jellyfish. A November parade.
current music: Lathe of heaven
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Wednesday, November 3rd, 2004
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10:35 am
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Considering my growing misanthropy, I need to remind myself of good stuff.
-Zac in his monkey costume.
-Sunday morning potluck breakfasts with the windows wide open, music blaring, and good company. Coffee, salty bacon, fried and scrambled eggs, biscuits and two types of gravy, pecan pancakes with butter syrup, chopped apples, pears, peaches and red grapes with marachino cherry juice, grits and hash brown casserole.
-Luke's bullwinkle voice. The way Banjo and random people, as told through Luke, sometimes speak like Bullwinkle.
-My dad's handmade brick patio.
-We've been getting christmas cards in the mail. Since Summer. One of them contained a dollar and another informed me that I fucking rock.
-Shaolin Soccer.
-Bofus affection. Head-butting Banjo.
-Hanging around the smoker with Luke's family at Thanksgiving. Watching six men drool over some barbecue dip.
-Persistant strength and hope, damn it.
current mood: indescribable
current music: none unfortunately
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Thursday, October 7th, 2004
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3:52 pm - My lovely morning
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I found a photoshopped porn picture on the network printer in the office this morning. It was a guy masturbating and his "one-eyed jack" had been blown up to Priapus proportions. It was 7:30 in the morning, and I was alone, and I was laughing. I'm just glad my supervisor didn't see it first, because I just know she would have pointed it out to me, pissed off about it, blaming one of the students and I wouldn't be able to hold back my laughter.
Oh, and a tip: if you ever have to write a few paragraphs about which administrative and management functions differ in special libraries from that of public or academic libraries, it is helpful to listen to speed metal, such as this: Vortex of Chaos.
current mood: accomplished
current music: Nevermore-We disintegrate
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Wednesday, September 29th, 2004
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8:19 am - fiddles
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Last night in my sleep I went shopping for shoes--mary janes and boots--at a gigantic dimly lamp lit warehouse of a thrift store. There were people playing fiddles there, and a bob-haired girl was dancing in her skirt.
That is all I remember.
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Thursday, September 2nd, 2004
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1:53 pm
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My dad shipped me some green tomatoes from his garden! I hadn't eaten fried green tomatoes in over 10 years. I'd forgotten how good they are. So today for lunch I had leftover fried green tomatoes, popcorn and a snowcone.
Tomorrow we leave for THE LAKE. A good time rockin, swimmin, drinkin and singin. It'll be a good reprieve from studying what makes a computer a computer.
Music is good.
current mood: need. fun.
current music: you're a good man albert brown--dukes of stratosphear
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Monday, August 30th, 2004
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8:50 am - Picture: rocks, snakes, and lace.
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I watched Picnic at Hanging Rock yesterday. I don't even know where to begin to talk about this movie. Of course, I immediately go around reading several interpretations--I couldn't just leave it as is. I want to believe that they, like Alice, fell down a rabbit hole. I could go further into it, but I generally just don't enjoy doing that much, at least not in this broadcasting sort of way.
I can talk freely about stupid movies, but when it comes to the ones I care about--the ones that really get in my head--I tend to want to tell it in whispers and low voices over some toast with blueberry jam or a cup of sake.
But what I can say is that I'm really nostalgic yet again for something that never happened, at least not in any real time that exists outside of my head. To quote Kicking and Screaming,
Max:I'm too nostalgic. I'll admit it.
Skippy : We graduated four months ago. What can you possibly be nostalgic for?
Max : I'm nostalgic for conversations I had yesterday. I've begun reminiscing events before they even occur. I'm reminiscing this right now. I can't go to the bar because I've already looked back on it in my memory...and I didn't have a good time.
There are so many movies that make even the simplest of lives look entertaining, like What's Eating Gilbert Grape perhaps. Kicking and Screaming tells it like it is, showing Max doing the crosswords and staring at the walls, reading book titles aloud, "As I Lay Dying..."
But even then it seems entertaining somehow.
I believe I have gone and contradicted myself. Oh well, such am I: scattered thoughts and contradictions.
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Monday, August 9th, 2004
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8:17 am - Happy Birthday postcard
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So I gave Leroc his first birthday present yesterday:
I found this LP used for four bucks, had no idea what it was. It turns out to be kind of a cross between Sandy Denny and ABBA. And yet a couple of tracks seem suitable somehow for an October compilation.
The breakfast event was massive. I made tomato pie, and pancakes. There was also grits, biscuits with sausage gravy, bacon, eggs, banana chocolate chip bread, fruit and a potato frittata. And in essential Leroc style, we went afterwards for an unimportant round of miniature golf.
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Wednesday, August 4th, 2004
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8:59 am - I'm a romantic. Don't act surprised.
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I have gone and frustrated myself first thing in the morning. I just want to be comfortable and put my feet in the grass.
Old british psychedelic folk songs are good for that, especially once they play in rotation inside your head. Clive Palmer's voice makes me sorry to live so high in the air. So sweet, soft wet lips and grass and blankets, and yet so much more than that. Like being on your back and feeling the earth pull your body away from the sky.
In my other world, I'm fire-headed like the tree, and I spend my time pulling up roots and training cats to walk upright and eat pie. There are Kate Bush records and barns and autumn-colored skies and forests behind the house and animals and animal people. Psycho animal people playing banjos and strings and singing with great goat voices. And me an my cats clap and stomp and sing along.
I promise I haven't been high in a really long time.
Maybe too long.
current mood: odd
current music: Comus-The Herald, COB-Soft Touches of Love, Paul Giovanni...
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Thursday, July 29th, 2004
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3:22 pm
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I'm balancing four massive carts of books and a pile of giant atlases on my neck and shoulders. Weary and painfully smarting between them, on either side of the spine like tiny point-quick ice cream headaches in my musculature. My hair is too long. The blood flow is heavy. And I've eaten way too many baked goods today.
My job is quickly morphing into physical labor. And I'm getting lazy.
But as I sit here, belly heavy with blueberry muffin, lemon poppy-seed scone, chocolate chip oatmeal cookie, and fruit kuchen, I make myself secret promises. To be kept secret as protection from weathering. Promises to be kept in silk-lined wooden boxes, with a small stick of precious incense and a lock of my hair tied up neatly with thin shiny blue ribbon. Promises about being productive... creative even, not only at work, not mostly at work, but in other more elusive aspects of being.
Such as getting that pattern exchanged, to start with. I have hefty tubs of fabric and a chest full of scrap images. I'm so good at destruction, I can rip apart a pair of purple jeans with an excessive crotch length, no problem. Then it gets folded and goes in the pile, never to return to make the transformation to awesome purple jean skirt.
I blame the chickens. Inspiringly lazing about, blinking slowly in the sun on the windowsill. Urging me with their faces to put the headphones on or put on their favorite television show so they can curl up at my chest or the bend behind my knee. Blast.
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