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January 2005

January 2005

1.30.2005


On a borrowed computer


Life can be a little weird.


nothing, really


Did you know I'm always on probation at the Gemini Club because most of the
time I refuse to verbally beat a worn-out subject to the ground? But they'll
never kick me out because they appreciate my colorful use of metaphors.

When I send an update reminder for this site, by the way, it'll never be more
than once a day and will include the link. Some days I update a little at a
time throughout the day, sprinkling gems mirthfully, and it would be awful if
you had four update emails in your box, wouldn't it?

I have much older cookbooks than the ones I've shared so far, and I'm working
on the special drinks section right now. But also the 2004 lists webpage is
about half done, and then I want to take chunks of the old site and fit them
for dualexcess, then get the 1965 section completed before my birthday. That's
an imperative.

Oh right, I was writing a book? Well, actually two books. I'm sort of setting
that effort aside until my computer is fixed, which should be in the next few
weeks. Setting it aside in terms of typing. I still write in my head in the
shower and in the car. It's safer there than on my hard drive, probably.


Memento Mori


Many people believe that a memento mori refers specifically to a photo taken
of someone after their death, or of an image related to death. But actually,
it's an old Latin phrase that just meant "remember, we all die." The symbolism
can take on any form. Poetry is a powerful tool for it, intermingling senses
and descriptions of nature with thoughts on the mortality of all things.

For Samuel Elijah Lowe, January 19, 1925--January 27, 2005.

Crossing the Bar, pub. 1889, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.


In most cases


It's all about the garnish.

And puppies.


1.22.2005


Grrr


I'm tired of having technical issues. I've been working on my new web things so slowly, it's like I'm the Motion Picture Academy preparing for last year's Oscars. Bah. Here's the 2004 poetry, though, all five samples of it. This year will be better or I will start pulling out my own fingernails. So it's not a fancy web page, or like, substantial or anything. But it's a tiny little complete picture of something. The rest, assuredly, will follow. I require it to.

Are those clothes "preppy" looking? I wouldn't have thought so, actually. But I do like simple clothing. Nearly everything I own is a solid color, though I have a sort of passion for plaid pants, and hope to get some new ones this year. At least half of my clothes are black, and the other half is beige, green or blue. That's about it. I only buy one brand of jeans, but I wear some others that my daughter buys, gets tired of, and gives to me. I might just be boring. But I don't think so. One can be simple without being boring.


1.17.2005


Why not


just turn myself into a complete anacronism? Besides the fact that it's expensive, I mean. But clearly I'm not meant to live to participate in the United Federation of Planets, so I don't see why I can't just choose on my own to live in the previous time and place that makes me most happy. So from now on, I'm just transforming myself into a sort of bohemian version of the late 50s-early 60s chick I'd like to be. True, I am a product of the laid-back but crazy time and place in which I actually grew up. I can't do much about that. And there are distinct advantages to the post-pre-feminist world, to be sure. ;-) But that's no reason why I can't just dress the part I'd rather play, and adorn my surroundings accordingly.

You might imagine I've already been doing this. Not all that much. I've only dabbled, partly because of expense, and partly because I never gave myself permission. I'm doing that now.

Did you see The Incredibles? You must. The graphics are amazing, the story is actually pretty good, and the style is just to die for. The Parrs' house is in my fondest dreams.


I'm wishing


Sometimes it's easy to forget I'm a girl and wish to have new clothes and things. Today I was thinking about how it might be fun to have new things, but of course I really can't, so I went internet window shopping instead. Real window shopping might be tiresome and a bit depressing.

wool plaid ensemble
rayon linen suit
plaid skirt
i would wear this cashmere sweater with the skirt, though someone else already bought it.
jamaica shorts


I love


that this is a real headline with all else that's been going on lately: Naomi Campbell Has 'Wardrobe Malfunction'

Yeah, all kinds of problems right now in getting to do what I like online. But
I'm working as furiously as possible with this half-dead battery to create several
new things and put this blog where it should be in terms of personal style and
content.

How 'bout that Prince Harry, eh? What an ass.