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2006-05-04, 9:19 a.m.:
Good grief, finally. "I'd rather have the new ones (versions), to be honest," says Pedro. "As a completist, I need both," I tell him. Cause I'm nothing if not a completist. And a gourmandine. And a cocochon. These are all Frenchly words I just like the sound of. And choucroute. In other news, still laid out here. Pristine shocking-pink cast of the full leg variety, newly pedicured toes (I got this lovely pedicurist, Nicki, to come to the house - one of the perks of small-town living. She even did this heavenly thing to my other leg with hot stones and a little pool of hot lanolin). Headachy and stiff and grumpy from too much Vicodin and ibuprofen and sleeping on the couch and no exercise whatsoever. I shamble out to the balcony for fresh air. I make my way slowly through the paper, I order new skirts on the Internet. I nurse my baby less and less each day. That is the saddest thing. I take the daily maximum of all the drugs and he don't like it one bit. I haven't written a lick of poetry still but I *do* keep 'Overlord' here by my couchside, and 'The Commandrine and Other Poems' as well. And Raya, the babysitter, brought me 'Under the Banner of Heaven' from the library, in case the cogs should unstick some time soon. 0 comments
2006-04-30, 8:58 a.m.:
My friends: The Buffy the Vampire Slayer Wikiquote page! I hope y'all are making liberal use of this. Just scrolling through some of the dialogue (from some of the least notable episodes even) (ah Buffy, it has been so long) completely changed the timbre of my morning. I am smiling now. One of my most persistent and pleasant wide-awake fantasies, if you must know, involves being serendipitously seated next to Joss on a long plane ride. He remarks on my Clone Wars watch, I somehow slip "But they can't take the sky from me" into conversation, we show each other camera phone pics of our kids, discuss Sondheim's works, the greater and the lesser, and Elvis Costello concerts we might have both attended in the 80's, and I tell him how much I loved the Angel finale. And even Alien: Resurrection! Yes, even that! 1 comments
2006-04-29, 8:33 a.m.:
What does one read while lying flat on one's back, leg elevated above heart? Well, there's a great new GRANTA, 'God's Own Countries,' and there are sections of the NYT dating back to the nineties which I keep finding under couch cushions (January issue), on countertops in the bathroom (October). Star Wars Insider magazine. Started Quicksilver, finishing My One-night Stand with Cancer. My journal is out of reach, in the garage, as is Janet Frame and all the most current issues of New Yorkers, Harpers, Atlantics, Greensboro Reviews, new chapbooks and books alike, the Digerati compilation, which I had not yet had a chance to even crack open. Watching Star Wars and The Wiggles and Sesame Street and The Simpsons and Classical Baby and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on TV. The latter of which I have now seen possibly 50 times. Att can watch it once and once again, back to back. My cast is PINK. PINK pink pink pink PINK. The pain has subsided some and I'm actually getting a little psyched about the reading I can (have permission to, as an invalid) do. Truth is, it's the only upside. 0 comments
2006-04-23, 1:48 p.m.:
I broke my leg. I'm in the anger area on the Kuebler-Ross scale so I don't really want to talk about it. 0 comments
2006-04-09, 12:29 p.m.:
What's wrong with 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory': 1. Germans do not eat English chocolate. Germans eat German chocolate. And, it goes without saying, Swiss chocolate. 2. D�sseldorf is not a town in Bavaria. D�sseldorf does not boast a single timbered house that I know of. D�sseldorfers do not wear Lederhosen. D�sseldorfers don't have Austrianish accents when speaking English. Germans in general are not a portly lot. And: Gloop is not a German name. 3. Denver doesn't come off very well in the movie either so I should probably get the bug out of my ass. 4. We're only watching this movie because Att insisted. I was trying to steer in the direction of The Jungle Book, the Circle of Life Singalong, even some Wiggles thing (like we don't have a million lying around here). 5. The really scary thing? We are going to SEE the Wiggles IN CONCERT. So soon I will be able to say that the only two live shows I saw in the past year were the Wiggles and Steve Earle. The sad thing is, the Wiggles will probably be the better show. 'Cause ole Steve phoned it in. 6. But wait! Within the past year I saw Runaway Truck Ramp in concert (their last, their last) too! At last year's Frozen Dead Guy Days, at the Blue Ball. I even got a little rowdy in the back of the crowd there (sitting in a booth with Peter's mom) and actually downed a non-alkie brew. 7. But back to the movie. I do like the new, improved, closer-to-the-book ending. More satisfying emotionally (something about how Willie Wonka can't leave Charlie alone even after Charlie's dissed his offer), and also: Count Dooku. THAT is awesome, Christopher Lee's inclusion in the movie, and of course another big blow to dentists everywhere (after Marathon Man). I also really like the Violet's mom in the movie; she cracks me up during the Violet-karate-intro scene just via facial expression alone. But I don't LOVE the movie or think it soooo much better than the original. I did love me some Gene Wilder. And the other thing: I don't know, I just miss Veruca's song. Best song EVER. 0 comments
2006-04-03, 9:43 a.m.:
It's officially the first business day of National Poetry Month. So do it. Do it now! Vote for "America's favorite poem." Don't worry, you only have ten to choose from. Or write "America's next top poem." Whatever. Me, I like to vote for things. I voted for Whitman myself. I know. I'm corny. 2 comments
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