This past weekend I met up with Nay-nay. We had dinner and decided to walk around La Cantera, the swank open-air mall nearby that is lovely for like 2 months out of the year when it's not ridiculously hot, humid, damp and rainy, or allergen-ridden. Anyway, unbeknownst to us, Kelly Clarkson was there giving a concert to celebrate the opening of the new Microsoft store (I know, we will celebrate anything). She sounded great and did a beautiful cover of Fun's We Are Young, which I loooove. So, yeah. Free concert! Afterwards, we went for a couple of drinks and went home.
I have other stories, but I have forgotten them because I am old. Boo.
Will check in again, probably to admit that I have broken down and bought a keyboard cause this text-typing is for the birds.
And since I am feeling a little down, I leave you with Anis Mojgani's Shake the Dust
We are blind and live our blind lives out in blindness. Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels.
- William Carlos William
Happy Friday, let's celebrate the end to SUCK WEEK, and here's a quote from the man who brought you that poem that always makes me want to eat cold plums from an icebox (I love that word...icebox).
What's up, flist? Not much to report...just one more day of work and then this weekend we are off to the deserts of west Texas (forecast: rain...of course! LOL).
Stolen from poetry community, to commemorate the end of the space shuttle program:
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air...
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew -
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
— John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
In a charming mood today, so that's nice. I want to buy lots of things! Clothes, mainly. No reason. Just want to throw some money away, I guess. LOL! I should be working out, but rumor has it that we are going out for doughnuts later...
Small poetry is sometimes the best poetry.
we are sudden stars
you and i exploding in
our blue black skins
So, we left for the coast on Sunday, got back today, and had an okay time EXCEPT:
- Monday afternoon JP slashed his foot open on something sharp in the ocean (you know, the world's TRASH BIN). We got him some antiseptic and band-aids STAT, but that area of his foot has turned red, blue, and purple, so we are a little concerned. He has a doctor's appointment tomorrow.
- Later that night, I got the worst stomach ache EVER and spent most of the evening trying not to hurl instead of kicking back on the balcony with a few cold brews.
Ah, vacation. At this rate, I am positively terrified to go to Arwen's wedding in San Fran next month!!!
In other news, I HAVE AN ADDICTION, PEOPLE:
But ain't they cute???
More poetry because the month is getting on - Bill Holms, speaking of the Icelandic language:
( For once you have begun a sentence, the whole course of your life is laid out before you )
I took Monday and Tuesday off so JP and I can run away to Padre Island for a couple of days. :) It's so easy to get time off now that I am no longer a lynch pin!
Yesterday, I bought a necklace made of strands of pink and white freshwater pearls for $12.50 at Target. I love Target. ♥
MOAR poems? The more I listen to this, the more I like it - Anis Mojgani's Shake the Dust
My rental car has xm radio. ♥ ♥ ♥
Have been reading yet another book on Christopher Marlowe (yeah, I don't know why I am borderline obsessed) and reading about him and/or Shakespeare always puts me in the mood for Shakespeare in Love. It's not the best movie, but it's good fun and I love it (Geoffrey Rush is the best thing in the universe) so I have been watching it in bits and pieces, over and over, since last weekend. ^____^ Will seek help in the future. Maybe.
Anyway, I'm just here to post poetry, so here we go!
Love, We're Going Home Now
Love, we're going home now,
Where the vines clamber over the trellis:
Even before you, the summer will arrive,
On its honeysuckle feet, in your bedroom.
Our nomadic kisses wandered over all the world:
Armenia, dollop of disinterred honey:
Ceylon, green dove: and the YangTse with its old
Old patience, dividing the day from the night.
And now, dearest, we return, across the crackling sea
Like two blind birds to their wall,
To their nest in a distant spring:
Because love cannot always fly without resting,
Our lives return to the wall, to the rocks of the sea:
Our kisses head back home where they belong.
- Pablo Neruda
Sorry I haven't been around much. Dealing with my insurance company and twinges in my back have made me an unpleasant, Godzilla-type person in general. Also...just because you work for an insurance company doesn't mean you get better service. Just a little piece of information from me to you.
National Poetry Month!!! I feel like I should post some, but I don't have the energy right now. Maybe tomorrow.
Nay-nay sent me flowers after my accident... ♥ ♥ ♥
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Yay, announcement! I am officially a Treasury Analyst for the VP and I start on Monday! Scary! I am totally frightened of my new boss, but hopefully it will all work out.
I went out tonight and had sushi with a friend - it's a great little place, very chic and low key at the same time. I enjoyed just hanging out at a nice restaurant on a Friday night, sampling sashimi and people-watching. The only thing that would have made it better is if I had a giant martini, but I stuck with hot green tea for dinner. Then I came home and drank 3 large diet cokes with vodka. Yay!
Tomorrow is shopping with mom and a hockey game with JP. I feel like I am riding an incredible winning streak right now. I will enjoy it while it lasts.
In American Idol news, I am in serious like with Paul McDonald, the indie and laid-back singer with the beautiful tone to his voice. ♥
( I will end this entry with MOAR poetry because I love it! )
If there is one person or more on your friends list who makes your world a better place just because they exist and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.
Y'all know who y'all are. ♥ ♥ ♥
JP made me watch the first episode of Darkplace and I found it disturbingly enjoyable. It is so...odd and awkward. LOL...
Today, for the first time in a long time, it was not sticky, scorching, so-humid-you-need-gills-to-breathe hot. I drove with the windows down earlier this evening, enjoying the cool wind an incoming storm kicked up. There was crazy, scary lightning to boot. ♥
Kicking off my Labor Day weekend by drinking some of the airline-sized bottles of flavored rum that Nay-nay gave me last weekend. The cherry was my favorite, but a little too sweet for serious imbibing.
Watched a weird double feature of How to Marry a Millionaire and Lost in Translation tonight. Don't know why, just felt like it. LiT is still one of the saddest, most beautiful movies I've ever seen. It feels so intensely personal, even though I don't necessarily relate to either of the main characters.
I am feeling sad and yet strangely content tonight: God's in his Heaven, all's (almost) right with the world.
That's right - I've been reading Milton. That's good times. I have also recently (re)read Beowulf, most of Shakespeare's sonnets, the first few pages of Spenser's The Faerie Queen (but I dropped that like a bad habit, yo), and a goodly chunk of poetry by John Donne (he will forever remind me of Wizard Howl). At this rate, I will have skimmed a respectable portion of the classics by the end of summer.
Nerd alert!!! ^___________^
In other news, Roberta's wedding is this weekend and there were no good gifts left on her Target wedding registry. Unless I am planning to drop $80 for a Shabby Chic quilt. Which I am not. Oh, well. That's why God created gift cards.
I have ordered many pairs of shoes this summer and returned them all because of bad fits. I finally got a pair that fit, but they are a half size too big and frankly, I don't have the energy to return them. I look forward to flopping around in them and eventually tripping and falling flat on my face.
In a good mood today, in spite of work and whatnot. Huzzah!
Idol Gives Back: David Cook with little girls - 1, My ovaries - 0
He is just too adorable with children, makes me all gooey and goofy.
In other news, I will probably clear at least 10 hours of OT this week. Save or splurge? Hmmm.
Also, this thread of poetry made me cry, but only because most of them are so damn touching and hopeful and happy in an uncommon way.
Ah, the kind of memes I looove (thanks, wordsthatfail !)
When you see this meme, post a poem on your LJ
The Benjamin Franklin of Monogamy
by Jeffrey McDaniel
Reminiscing in the drizzle of Portland, I notice the ring
that’s landed on your finger, a massive insect
of glitter, a chandelier shining at the end of a long tunnel.
Thirteen years ago, you hid the hurt under the blanket
of your voice, said I guess there's two kinds of women.
Those you write poems about, and those you don’t.
It’s true. I never slid sonnets under the door, or served you
haiku in bed. My idea of courtship was tapping
Jane's Addiction lyrics in Morse code on your window
at three hundred a.m., whiskey doing push-ups
on my breath. I worked within the confines of my character,
cast as the bad boy in your life, the Magellan
of your dark side. We don't have a past so much as a bunch
of electricity, power never put to good use. What
we had together makes it sound like a virus, as if
we caught one another like a flu, and desire was merely
a symptom that could be treated with soup and lots of sex.
Gliding beside you now, I feel like the Ben Franklin
of monogamy, as if I invented it, but I'm still not immune
to your waterfall scent, haven't developed antibodies
for your smile. I don't know long regret existed
before humans hammered a word on it, or how many
paper towels it would take to wipe up the Pacific Ocean,
or why the light of a candle being blown out
travels faster than the luminescence of one that's freshly lit,
but I do know all our huffing and puffing
into the other's throat--as if the heart was a birthday cake
covered with trick candles--didn't make the silence
any easier to navigate. I'm sorry all the kisses I scribbled
on your neck were written in disappearing ink, sorry
this poem took thirteen years to reach you. Sometimes
I thought of you so hard one of your legs would pop out
of my ear, and when I slept, you'd press your face
against the porthole of my submarine. I wish that just once,
instead of joyriding over flesh, we'd put our hands away
like chocolate to be saved for later, and deciphered
the calligraphy of each other's eyelashes, translated
a paragraph from the volumes of what couldn’t be said.
I saw this on ONTD and I had to post it because it's freaking hilarious. It's also a scary picture of Edgar Allen Poe (is there any other kind of picture of Edgar Allen Poe?) so I put it behind a cut for those of you who, like me, sometimes get creeped out by old time pictures of people who, even if they smiled (which they never do), would still look like serial killers. Also, there are a lot of swear words.
( It was many and many a year ago... )
Mmm, nekkid Paul Bettany is so full of win! I love him as Chaucer...
I am avoiding all of the following:
- calling Nay-nay back
- answering my ex's FB message (I don't know why, I just feel weird talking to him and, well, all of my HS buddies. Why the HELL does anyone want to catch up and reminisce anyway? God, I am SO whiny...)
- studying for the GRE (bah!)
- applying to a couple of colleges (bah! also)
Sometimes I feel like life has taught me so much and other times I feel like I haven't learned a damned thing. Tonight I am leaning more towards the latter.
If anyone needs me, I will be hiding under the covers, sniveling.
( You're wondering if I'm lonely )
Damn American Idol, making me want to buy disco music. Noooooooo!!! Yuck. Am going to download the new Depeche Mode and Pet Shop Boys instead and then I will feel like my own woman again.
In wtf?! news, one of my ex-boyfriends contacted me through Facebook. Very strange to hear from him. We had some good times as a couple, but the break ups were messy and repetetive. The friendship that grew out of that survived us dating other people (including my dating a friend of his) and we were just a lot more fun as buddies. We finally ended things for good when he refused to invite me to his wedding because his bride didn't want me there (totally understandable but it hurt because ALL our friends went). And here we are, ten years later. Weird but good.
My boss recently brought some tamarind apples into work and now I am mad craving them, even though my sister the dental hygienist will get after me for eating them because tamarind destroys tooth enamel. Boo!
And since the month is drawing closer to an end (I KNOW, right?!), I feel I must post a little more poetry:
Save as Draft
Or write as poem. The whole point is often
what we miss out on. To revise is to reconsider
the experience of, say, a leaf — never mind
that it is not green anymore. Or, pardon the sudden
evening. The transition was nice enough;
the explosive colors of dusk. And, didn’t you feel
so much sadness? I cannot explain it any better
than how I could when the outlines were still there:
trees and some wonderful new shapes.
Since then, things have changed. A pale hand
moves in the darkness. And someone is calling out,
come to bed, come to bed. And it is just you.
The evening insists on evening. It is that simple.
It is late enough as it is.
-- Joel M. Toledo
Thanks to all that informed me that today is Talk Like Shakespeare Day. JP and I quoted the little we knew and then JP did a "rap" about Romeo & Juliet. I feel like I must record him doing that sometime...
So, in honor of the day, I give you a sonnet (#140, I believe):
Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
If I might teach thee wit, better it were,
Though not to love, yet, love to tell me so;
As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,
No news but health from their physicians know;
For, if I should despair, I should grow mad,
And in my madness might speak ill of thee;
Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,
Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be.
That I may not be so, nor thou belied,
Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide.
Willie, laying it down like a fool in love. Righteous.