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May 23, 2004
a cup of electrified, decaf, extra foam.
I'm singularly fascinated by the storm outside. The lightening stabs earthward with religious ferocity. It ignites my imagination and the thunder is the echo of my mind's voice in the sky. The ground, like a face in supine repose, is wet in the polished aftermath, and I marvel. P.S. When the lightening flares, the clouds glow royal purple, they preside indifferently over the maelstrom they now shed from their own bosom. And here I sit, in my little glass cave, laughing at this magnificent, silly game. Just a puddle jumper, umbrellas up. And it's got my whole attention, tonight, because I have that leisure. Because I can afford to spend the time to be fascinated by something that doesn't care that I am. And somehow, I find that to be...priceless. It's startling as I think to myself...in this precise moment, I can no more change the state of my bank account or my friend's relationships or affect my plans for tomorrow, no more that, than I can reach out and catch the lightening. And likely...
I wouldn't want to, anyway.
My clock is the music, tonight, reminding me of the day my Jesus will silence it's finite resonance.
It's a victory march...tick, tock, tick, tock...onward and ...oh, the divine upward,
may I cleave ever only, Lord, to thee.
I'm pleased to announce that this is going to be a fantastic week. Because I have decided.
Posted at 11:17 pm by wonderwild
May 22, 2004
"yeah, like the time aunt ethyl got farshoshket!"
So, I 'broke up' with Jordan. It went well, though. We remain fast friends, which is more than I could hope to ask for, under the circumstances. He didn't even take a klog iz mir attitude (for you goyim out there, that's 'woe is me' in yiddish...heh...) My relief is enormous.
I'm on a language kick...Italian (and now it seems Yiddish) are my lovely vices of the moment. It's great, I now know how to shop when I'm in Italy. I can tell them 'I want to know how much', 'I want to buy it if it's not too expensive' and, 'bag it up, Ferragamo is a great color on me.' Forget 'where's the bathroom'...who needs to pee when you can shop!
Okay, I'm going to get lunch. I'll return.
Posted at 02:31 pm by wonderwild
May 15, 2004
conversations with angels
So, mom and I went to lunch at Oakley's yesterday. It was magnificent. The decor was done in browns and creams and robin's egg blues. And the food was exquisitely presented. We were pleased. For the reader's reference, they have the most phenomenal spinach salad, done with smoked walnuts, goat cheeze, and a mustard sherry viniagrette. It looked nearly as pretty as it tasted. Aaaah. Excellence is in the details. Oh, I met this great lady, named Amiee, at the Cicero Coffee Shop. She's asked me to come sing some Saturday night, which I think I'll do.
It's such a tired sort of day. Tonight I'm going to get Madmoiselle Kelsey LaBelle (not patty) and we shall have a lovely evening. Movies, perhaps.
I haven't spoken to Jordan in a week and a half. It seems strange to me, but it's better than letting him get hurt by my selfishness. It's a classic case of silence speaking louder than words. Yet, I maintain, he doesn't deserve to be used to fill some emotional void in me when I know I can't reciprocate. (Or is my silence just another avoidance techniqique. Evaluate, true reader, lest I should foil a perfectly good heart.)
Okay, from the mindless boredom of bluegreen have I have created, like athena from posidon's head, a quiz, for your blogging pleasure. This one's about me. We'll see how well you do and perhaps then I'll graduate you to a more interesting subject.
Instructions - Keep track of your answers and email them to me and I will reply with results. (Yeah. Ha. Two people visit this site. Lord.) Okay, here goes...
Which of the following is NOT a hobby of mine:
A- Reading
B- Water Skiing
C- Writing
D- Dancing like a dork
Which set of authors composes my favorites:
A- Steinbeck, Jane Austen & Jonh Milton
B- St. Augustine, Charlotte Bronte & Thornton Wilder
C- Dostoyevsky, Franz Kafka & D.H. Lawrence
D- Ernest Hemmingway, Homer, J.D. Salinger
Which of these items is NOT something I collect:
A- Butterflies
B- Stars
C- Boxes
D- Tomatoes
In a situation of great excitement, which statement is most likely to come out of my mouth:
A- Jimminy Crickets!
B- Holy Hallelujah
C- Well I'll be!
D- Umm, riiightt....
My favorite T.V. show is:
A- The Andy Griffith Show
B- Friends
C- Urkel
D- Farscape
I have attended this many colleges:
A- None
B- 3
C- 7
D- 1
My ring and shoe size are:
A- 5
B- 8
C- 6
D- 7
Pick the category containing the three places I'd most like to visit:
A- France, Italy, Tahiti & Africa
B- Canada, Iceland, Vietnam & Germany
C- Hawaii, Egypt, Venice & the Azores
D- Thailand, Mexico, London & Dublin
Which of the follow countries have I NOT been to:
A- Nicaragua
B- Hungary
C- Poland
D Romania
okay more later!
Posted at 05:14 pm by wonderwild
May 13, 2004
"And I named it 'TaDa!'"
I got approved for the loan! I'm rather shocked by the whole thing and I'm relatively certain that I only applied because I felt, deep within my psyche, that it would never happen. In fact, it was sort of..un-news, a laughable and passing comment on the boredom of my day. That is, until 8:30 this morning, when I was ruthlessly torn from heavy slumber by the James Bond theme (which my phone plays with astounding vigor) It was the loan company, calling to have me answer questions. Now, if you know me, you know how delightfully incoherent I am at that, the very birth of day. So the fact that they granted me a loan after I growled answers laced with dreams really says something about how liberal they must be. (Oh, but fear not, their interest rate more than compensates poor Loan-man-Mike.) So anyway, I started thinking today, of my options. I had initially planned to buy a laptop, a much needed item. However, the prospect of continuing my education is a far stronger siren song. So, then I spent countless hours researching schools and programs and costs...etc upon etc upon etc. Tomorrow, I'm taking Mum to Oakley's for 'luncheon' and I will, as always, rely on her counsel to help me sort it all out. Oh! A thought has occurred. After a few months of paying on the loan, it's entirely possible that I could get approved for payments on a laptop. TaDa! Ohh, the possibilities. The music today was only inside my head, and I enjoyed it immensely.
Posted at 10:22 pm by wonderwild
May 12, 2004
Like The Silence Beyond The End Of The World
I feel as though I have been drop-kicked by boredom. I'm being productive (I browsed every page and subpage of the Tiffany&Co. website. I am now jewelry diva). I also accomplished many things for theatre school. I browsed my The Entrepreneur's Legal Guide book. I updated my calendar, balanced my checkbook, applied for a loan I probably don't want, read part of Middlemarch (Mary Ann Evans aka George Eliot was quite moody). It paints boredom's template nicely. On a livelier note, I found some fantastic new music. It's by a group called Hem and the album is entitled Rabbit Songs. It's a rich blend between folk and classical. The instruments range from calm piano to weeping and sometimes Parisian fiddle and lilting mandolin. A few tracks I would recommend to the reader would be Half an Acre, Leave Me Here, Lazy Eye, Sailor and Waltz.
Mum and I have been doing more planning for our trip to Florida. I found out about a place from Crazy Doc called Hemmingway's. Apparently, it was a haunt of it's namesake and has fascinating memorabilia.
The great Jordini also informed me that the new FarScape should be released sometime this September or October.
And this irony is tickling me...that I am so remarkably busy and so bored by most of it. A veritable icon of tell-tale subscript. It's all well, though, beacause I am doing great things.
"I should wake up this town. My heart's on fire" - HEM
Go here Kate the Great
Posted at 08:28 pm by wonderwild
May 9, 2004
sonant rhetoric
The music of the moment is Catrin Finch and her rendition of both Clair De Lune and also Prelude in C, with understones of The Postal Service thrown in for good measure. Finch plays the harp. I wish to be able to play something with as much astounding eloquence of soul. I am a dabbler, though. Speaking of dabbling, the girls and I are planning our orphans benefit. We've actually moved the date to the end of august because of schedules (and wallets) that conflict with CIY. I think it'll be quite the affair and I'll finally have my hands in a cause that I've long adored from a distance. My conviction of thought has recently undergone something of a conversion. While I cannot deny my propensity to dream, what good does it do me if it overshadows my will to do. Doing. That's the ticket. Dreams are but the womb of great things.
Along the lines of great things, I took my Fern to the movies and wasted untold brain cells on a movie I am too ashamed to even name. Needless to say, thank mercy for the redeeming good company. She calls herself Kate, now. When did she become Kate? Mother's day, tomorrow...thus I opt now to sleep, perchance to dream.
Posted at 01:17 am by wonderwild
May 8, 2004
if beautiful...
probably this will be deleted. And so it goes, and so it goes.But someday, I'll figure it all out.
Posted at 04:56 pm by wonderwild
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