2006-08-15, 10:00 p.m.: I spend far far far too much of my time contemplating comma placement. 2 comments
2006-08-11, 10:53 p.m.: Moon rose all sherbety again. That is to say, it was a huge ball of orange sherbet, as if lit from behind, as if on fire inside. But milky. Or it was like that orange-sherbet-and-vanilla-ice-cream cone I would always get from Baskin-Robbins, each week after my piano lesson. My mom always got Rocky Road. The moon's uniqueness faded as it rose higher. Now it's hidden behind a cloud. It was nearly as big as ever, just the upper-right curves pared away. The moon was like Rome, the evening we took a run-arond Roman cabby's ride from the train station (where we had relinquished our rental car) to our pension, which was death incarnate, squalor with a capital S. We were headed to Squalor but we didn't know it. No matter. We passed the Colliseum on our way there and my life-of-the-mind was changed irrevocably. Bad boyfriend in the back of the taxi with me, and I hated him. I loved what he had brought me to. 0 comments
2006-08-11, 8:42 p.m.: One thing I realized lately (uh, last night) is: If I don't write, no writing gets done. It was a bracing thought. Thought I'd share. 0 comments
2006-08-10, 9:46 p.m.: This week's words of the week start with conglomeration. I would add cephalopod if I could but you can't force things. Last week's were prating and whirligig and, disturbingly, golliwog. I don't choose the words, they choose themselves. There was something else. I'm feeling peevish and in want of a good hot delicious meal. And wine. And pirate adventures and lace shirts and a broadcloth and the smell of fresh print and some sort of drunken dancing around the living room. 2 comments
2006-08-09, 11:06 p.m.: Saw the most amazing full moon rising last night - ripe-cantaloupe colored, larger than life. Bigger than the sun. The word luminescent would not be out of place. Wanted to know the moon's name, write more moon poems. (Never have too many moon poems.) Which moon was it? No question whatsoever: This moon was FULL. No moon fuller than the full cantaloupe moon. 0 comments
2006-08-09, 10:19 a.m.: What I'm really missing from YouTube is the previously from BtVS 'The Gift'. 0 comments
2006-08-08, 9:29 a.m.: Forgot the best thing, which was Star Wars on a banjo. Which led me to the other best thing, 'The German War' (also on banjo). I do love the Internet. 2 comments
2006-08-05, 7:43 a.m.: I was writing in my Secret Online Diary (TM), then there was a lonnnnng pause during which Att the man woke up and we sat together on the couch watching Star Wars fan films at YouTube. There is one incredibly impressive, fully choreographed - even inventively so - lightsaber battle between two otherwise nondescript kids. The thing lasts five minutes, which is even longer than Obi-wan and Anakin's grand lava duel at the end of Revenge of the Sith. And there is comedy! There is the Star Wars orchestra, with a cute lego Darth Vader conducting an ensemble of clones. And THEN there is 'We Are the Lucky Ones,' which is an elegiac, sepia-toned music video montage celebrating the tragic love of Qui-gon and Obi-wan. Oh my god, you must watch it. It is one of those things I both love quite seriously (the soundtrack is the great 'Lucky' by Bif Naked, which you Buffyites will most certainly recognize) and find quite hilarious at the same time - in equal measure, pretty much. Like so many things in this world. You Darth Maul fans can enjoy him in 'Moonlight Shadow' - which, I don't know, somehow strikes me as a terribly funny choice of music. But wait! Back to our strapping yet illustrious Scotch-Irish Jedi hotties. Because, it turns out, you QG/OW 'shippers among the country music fans of this world are not left out in the cold. Yes! You can let sad, romantic images (but not bathetic - no, no, no! not mawkish! no!) of this great Jedi love wash over you while listening to George Strait's anthem to romance extraordinaire, "I Cross My Heart." Anyway, it is awesome and here it is. After that, we sorta starting watching more random stuff. Little kids filming other kids playing out in the street. German kids partying. It's amazing how, all across the globe, we seem to be united by one thing: the desire to film ourselves while urinating in public. I say 'we' though all these clips were made by teenage boys. Teenage boys from Minnesota to Kazakhstan. I would like to slip in a joke about 'Hands Across America' right here but don't feel up to it. It's nice that No. 1 Son and I enjoy the same stuff. Except that, in my case - not quite as hot on 'Barney' or 'Tom & Jerry.' While he, for his part, refuses to watch 'Howard's End.' (I just sneezed and he said "Bless you," which is damn cute coming out of a 3-year-old's mouth.) 1 comments
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