It's the Bindle's first ever sharing day for first grade and she and her dad are bringing in the cat first thing this morning. Two seconds ago we were all standing in the kitchen eyeing both the cat carriers and being unsure whether or not either of them will be able to contain her. It appears my kitty's gotten very fat and it is all my fault because I feed her too much and Neil was the first to tell me so somewhat vociferously. I realize that this is one of the karmic conundrums perhaps that has haunted my life and challenged my personality. I've never been any good at regulating the hunger that other people and creatures present to me. (And yet have had repeated recurring problems all of my life in over-regulating my own.) N says, "You just feed her whenever she asks for it. What the hell are you thinking? Now she can't even get into her cat carrier!" Yep. Guess so. Sorry.
Alright, Cinnamon cat, it's two small bowls for you from now on. One at breakfast. One at dinner and that's that. How much is a normal amount to give one's cat? Is a half cup of dry food at each serving reasonable? All of my previous cats wouldn't touch the stuff. This is the only kitty I've ever had who snubs canned food and prefers to crunch the dry.
I purchased these late period Victorian/Edwardian paper dolls for Bindle at the Winchester House gift shop. With my employee discount they only cost me four dollars! She was especially delighted with the introductory paragraph about them on the inside of the front cover and has had me read it to her again and again.
"Eugenie, a rare French lady doll, can be dressed up in a traditional satin wedding gown. The second doll, Celine, is a 'Smiler' Bru, an elegant lady doll manufactured in France. Delia, a Simon & Halbig creation has the classic 'Gibson Girl' hairstyle of the early 1900s." We both fell in love with the term Smiler Bru!
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List six/seven songs you are into right now.
No matter the genre, whether they have words or even if they're any good but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now
Post these instructions, the artist and the song in your LiveJournal along with your six/seven songs.
Then tag six/seven other people to see what they're listening to.
1. Sara (Fleetwood Mac)
2. Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands (Bob Dylan)
3. Waking the Witch (Kate Bush)
4. Knives Out (Radiohead)
5. Houdini (Kate Bush)
6. Court and Spark (Joni Mitchell)
7. Love is... (Stevie Nicks)
Tagged: _goingunder_, emophobe77, raga, bayarts, mimisoleil, justkimu, ezulychaosgurl
Poem for calliopeo to read at the salon today in my absence. Yet another revision of the old piece for Persephone.
(Keep in mind t might not format here in it's proper form.)
“Twilight of such day”
Crown thrown at the gate rusted rests, proscribed
where structural post rotted . Whether or not she mends…an edge is… chambers shifting
exceeds a shrieking blackbird waiting to be read. Who knows what the crows are hollering for?
Underground your cloud spreads indicative of shadow…as though sunset, herself, knelt down!
We meet and do not meet this way
Now and then, the pierce of a child’s holler. Fragile cherry blossoms dress winter’s branches. Boot heels. Sharp inhalation.
You imagined you couldn’t retract?
Sudden lurch: simple mundane absence of a vehicle
Aphrodite: Roots in air are not sustainable?
Demeter: The frame stood stripped, dangling
Sophia: Cats from the cradle?
Athena: The senses take in and the mind makes sense of?
Demeter: Beyond path of an abiding trajectory: beyond reach of what might hold.
Hera: Mark footprints at water’s edge
Athena: Collect Sea into wicker basket
Artemis: Retreat. Saving residue of sand
Aphrodite: How the crack of a voice reveals…
Less and less conductive, the precipitated collapse headlong
Twice begged. And twice refused. These things cannot be spoken.
Complexity, by nature, eludes
A thin layer of snow makes blanket. Harsh shadow, house shadow. Pressed forms curve.
Demeter: fragments arc, pitch, plunk into the scantling
Hera: …herself unfit for
Aphrodite: true she had grown thin
Athena: waiting for the other shoe to drop
Somebody ate pomegranate.
Somebody suppliant on the porches of households refused.
Come Spring. Come Rose.
By young Persephone lost to Shades and Shadows. See how the world doth Winter—the barley lost to snow.
Peopled in the tide ere you slept.
You're Lou Reed.
God, you are cool, can I touch you so the magic
will rub off?
You are perceptive, witty, and badass. You wear
cool shades, even at night, and probably wear
black more than most people. You don't give a
fuck what other people think, but you are also
very sensitive in the way that you pick up on
things that others don't. Sometimes you come
off as an asshole, but that's what makes you
cool. You are a poet, and you embody New York
City. You will still be hip when you are old,
and artists love you.
Which rad old school 70's glam icon are you? (with pics)
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"To be modern is to live a life of paradox and contradiction...It is to be both revolutionary and conservative: alive to new possibilities for experience and adventure, frightened by the nihilistic depths to which so many modern adventures lead, longing to create and to hold on to something real even as everything melts."
Marshall Berman, "All That Is Solid Melts into Air"
This quote pretty much typifies my state of consciousness.
Please leave a one-word comment that you think best describes me.
It can only be one word. No more.
Then copy & paste this in your journal so that I may leave a word about you.
List your current six favourite songs, then name six friends to do the same.
(Hmmmm....the word "current" being integral)(I've been stuck in a rut!)
PJ Harvey "Angeline"
The theme song to Miyazaki's "My neighbor Totoro" (Bindle and I sing it together!)
Kate Bush "Deeper Understanding"
Balada Conducatorolui, the Latcho Drom soundtrack
Astrud Giberto singing "Fly me to the moon"
Kate Bush "Rocket's Tail"
Passing the torch to: