Monday, December 21, 2015
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Bookmark
http://publicdomainreview.org/collections/?medium=book
Queen Victoria's teenage diary
Spectropia or surprising spectral illusions
Caw! Caw! or Chronicle of Crows
Wonderful Balloon Ascents
The Book of Topiary
Letters from a Cat
Robert Louis Stevenson's baby book
How to become a Magician
for Leon and Fio
Queen Victoria's teenage diary
Spectropia or surprising spectral illusions
Caw! Caw! or Chronicle of Crows
Wonderful Balloon Ascents
The Book of Topiary
Letters from a Cat
Robert Louis Stevenson's baby book
How to become a Magician
for Leon and Fio
Friday, October 30, 2015
Friday, October 16, 2015
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Keep the channel open
I try to remember this:
“There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep yourself open and aware to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. ... No artist is pleased. [There is] no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others”
- Martha Graham
Labels:
dance,
keep the channel open,
Martha Graham,
quickening
Monday, October 12, 2015
Morning hits
"Milk belongs with cereal" -pleads my 3 year old son when confronted with dry cereal. I know, dear, it's true.
The car is packed, one last thing, almost done..baby in the car seat, here we..uh..oh no..wait, don't cough, no, ok, no, wha...noooo! Deflated and defeated...I'm late. Clean the baby and a change of clothes...at least she's smiling. Set baby aside and clean the car seat. Vinegar will do. Put a towel down, add baby. Still smiling. On our way. "She may smell like a pickle, but she's fine."
Pro-"life" woman thinks I'm giving her a thumbs up.
The car is packed, one last thing, almost done..baby in the car seat, here we..uh..oh no..wait, don't cough, no, ok, no, wha...noooo! Deflated and defeated...I'm late. Clean the baby and a change of clothes...at least she's smiling. Set baby aside and clean the car seat. Vinegar will do. Put a towel down, add baby. Still smiling. On our way. "She may smell like a pickle, but she's fine."
Pro-"life" woman thinks I'm giving her a thumbs up.
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
sleeping is sci fi!
“People say, 'I'm going to sleep now,' as if it were nothing. But it's really a bizarre activity. 'For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I'm going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life.'
If you didn't know what sleep was, and you had only seen it in a science fiction movie, you would think it was weird and tell all your friends about the movie you'd seen.
They had these people, you know? And they would walk around all day and be OK? And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down on these special platforms and become unconscious. They would stop functioning almost completely, except deep in their minds they would have adventures and experiences that were completely impossible in real life. As they lay there, completely vulnerable to their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally shift from one position to another; or, if one of the 'mind adventures' got too real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren't unconscious anymore. Then they would drink a lot of coffee.'
So, next time you see someone sleeping, make believe you're in a science fiction movie. And whisper, 'The creature is regenerating itself.”
-George Carlin
If you didn't know what sleep was, and you had only seen it in a science fiction movie, you would think it was weird and tell all your friends about the movie you'd seen.
They had these people, you know? And they would walk around all day and be OK? And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down on these special platforms and become unconscious. They would stop functioning almost completely, except deep in their minds they would have adventures and experiences that were completely impossible in real life. As they lay there, completely vulnerable to their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally shift from one position to another; or, if one of the 'mind adventures' got too real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren't unconscious anymore. Then they would drink a lot of coffee.'
So, next time you see someone sleeping, make believe you're in a science fiction movie. And whisper, 'The creature is regenerating itself.”
-George Carlin
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Who do I think I am?
I think I deserve the best
I am impractical
I am an absurdist
I like to laugh and dance
I get pissed, really pissed, really quick
I use the letter I a lot...damn.
I can laugh pretty quickly after getting pissed...sometimes
I am currently addicted to sugar, being pissed, my emotions
I am either neurotic or anxious or both
I am definitely high strung
I am definitely tightly wound
I fear
I fear death, dreadfully so
I am a stress mess;
A tooth gnasher
A spaghetti lover (yes, with a glass of milk)
A lazy ass who tries to do her best...I guess?
A wife and mom
An artist with no skill, but visions, visions, visions, visions, visions....aaahhk!!
My mind is just a piece of shit this morning -Winnebago Man
I am impractical
I am an absurdist
I like to laugh and dance
I get pissed, really pissed, really quick
I use the letter I a lot...damn.
I can laugh pretty quickly after getting pissed...sometimes
I am currently addicted to sugar, being pissed, my emotions
I am either neurotic or anxious or both
I am definitely high strung
I am definitely tightly wound
I fear
I fear death, dreadfully so
I am a stress mess;
A tooth gnasher
A spaghetti lover (yes, with a glass of milk)
A lazy ass who tries to do her best...I guess?
A wife and mom
An artist with no skill, but visions, visions, visions, visions, visions....aaahhk!!
My mind is just a piece of shit this morning -Winnebago Man
Friday, August 21, 2015
Thursday, August 20, 2015
"today" ..said/sung Grace Slick
background music Black Sheep Similac Child....
I've already posted about this connection, but this is the vibe.
I had three interlibrary loan requests for Meat Science...Eff yeah!
My new baby girl and I don't do well with Go Go 2x's...but we like the song.
I'm addicted to mentally ill Kristen Wiig right now...people are mentally ill, people!
I will always love Bill HadeR..the end.
I've already posted about this connection, but this is the vibe.
I had three interlibrary loan requests for Meat Science...Eff yeah!
My new baby girl and I don't do well with Go Go 2x's...but we like the song.
I'm addicted to mentally ill Kristen Wiig right now...people are mentally ill, people!
I will always love Bill HadeR..the end.
Monday, August 17, 2015
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Monday, April 27, 2015
This spring is cherry picker season?
Yep, pick-er, not pick-ing.
Between keeping his eyes peeled for American flags (our commute is surprisingly patriotic), my son has been going mad on cherry picker truck sightings. There are certainly a lot this season based on the consistent squeals of "cherry picker!" delight from the back seat. Yesterday we followed four driving in a row and one parked and activated with man in bucket all within eye-shot. Cement trucks are still my favorite though. My kiddo's favorite? Garbage trucks.
Or maybe cherry pickers are my new favorite! |
Thursday, April 23, 2015
hem and paw
ticking, flipping, fingering
under each line
each page
methodically
slowly
playing music with the lines, the pages
these strings that make me hum
fine tuning ever so carefully
plucking at the instrument
discovering and analyzing the fine emotional discordant
music I've made
and try to unravel and hem the weave
into a safe, strong hammock
a swaddle, a hug
to calm and soothe myself into a lullabye
under each line
each page
methodically
slowly
playing music with the lines, the pages
these strings that make me hum
fine tuning ever so carefully
plucking at the instrument
discovering and analyzing the fine emotional discordant
music I've made
and try to unravel and hem the weave
into a safe, strong hammock
a swaddle, a hug
to calm and soothe myself into a lullabye
Friday, March 20, 2015
Selfie
by Moi
The new fragrance.
What does it smell like? Familiar.
Tag line? Treat your Self...Eeee.
Seasonal: Selfie Snowflake, mint & balsalm; No two Selfies are alike.
The new fragrance.
What does it smell like? Familiar.
Tag line? Treat your Self...Eeee.
Seasonal: Selfie Snowflake, mint & balsalm; No two Selfies are alike.
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Oh! She Bop, She Bop!
It's a GIRL!!!
Update Feb 2016: All apologies to my daughter. hahaha!!!
"Lauper said she wanted little kids to think the song was about dancing, and to understand the real meaning as they got older." -Wikipedia
You got your wish Cyndi Lauper! It took me 30 years to figure it out- Ha! Oh well, I still love to dance to it!
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