it's not just me

Everyone loves the Fierce One!


Christian Siriano, Mr. Fan Favorite!

watched

I watched Cache over the weekend. It was disturbing and a little confusing and not at all what I expected. I thought it was going to be a creepy stalker movie but it turned out to be this metaphorical statement about France and Algeria. Daniel Auteuil and Juliette Binoche were excellent. It was a very quietly tense movie. Literally, with the quiet - there was no music at all.

saturday

Today has been the most lovely, lazy day. It's the kind of day that is what I thought my life would be like when I was a kid. Except I was awakened by the sound of my dog throwing up (on my couch!). Only he wasn't really vomiting; it was just a dog hair phlegm ball. So after that got sorted out - The dog and I went out for a walk in my cute little neighborhood and we waved and chatted with folks. Back inside, doggy got his breakfast, I read two books while listening to this . Which is absolutley amazing.

I made a delicious lunch (scrambled eggs with cayenne and goat cheese - yum!) which I ate while playing with my Mac on my couch. Then the bullmastiff and I ran around in the backyard until I collapsed on the hammock where I fell asleep in the sunshine while the bullmastiff sniffed every single blade of grass in the yard.

Now we're hanging out in my apartment with the setting sunshine and the windows are open with a little smell of spring. There is nothing I have to do and no where I have to be.

32 days

So it's been 32 days since I've posted about Bright Eyes and I must remedy that.

Fixed. I was driving to work this morning listening to Blue Angels Air Show which is barely a wisp of a song. But these words are so simple yet convey so much:

There's a show we can see at the base outside of town
where the planes, they turn circles in the air.
I watch you stand next to me with your hand over your mouth
and join the crowds' heavy gasp.
One for each time they pass overhead.
So we've been selected in this beautiful lottery.


They remind me of William Carlos Williams. I know - I'm crazy.

happy valentine's

So it's Valentine's Day. My happiest Valentine's day memories are not of the romantic variety - My mom always got us (me and the sisters) great Valentine's presents. I got the greatest maroon leather wallet one year. Maybe that was 9th grade. Oh, and there were always green apple jolly ranchers. Yum. And sweet cards. And there was the one year I was away at college that I sent my sisters Valentine cards filled with little red cupid confetti. Sweet. But not really romantic.

However today is a lovely day because I have an awesome boyfriend (and he's not imaginary!). Sweetness and Light.

the happiness is back

So my one day bout of melancholia appears to have passed. And while I love to listen to sad Neil Young songs when I'm down, the happiness invites some Bauhaus!

Swing the heartache!

melancholy

Completely inexplicably, I woke up this morning feeling so sad I couldn't stand it. I must have had some horrid dreams or something. So I spent the morning listening to Neil Young and just being blue.

Helpless
There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
And in my mind
I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there.

Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us

Helpless, helpless, helpless
Baby can you hear me now?
The chains are locked
and tied across the door,
Baby, sing with me somehow.

Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us

Helpless, helpless, helpless.

read

I haven't read anything by Paul Auster in almost 10 years. The last book of his I read was the New York Trilogy, which I loved. I'm not sure why I never picked up anything else by him. Anyway, I just finished reading The Book of Illusions. It's such a look at how the tiniest details can make up a life, as well as how creating art fits into living life. Lovely book.