Nope, no pics of the solar system. The camera just won't take pictures of anything other than perfectly lit, perfectly still subjects. I did download all the pictures off of it though - the last pictures of Nova were on it. I didn't want to lose them if it decided to stop coming on or something. It's bad enough that I lost the ones I did when my pc crashed. Most of them were on the blog, but there were many that weren't. I'm holding on to the hard drive, in case I find someone who can retrieve them for me.
It was hard to look at those pictures on the digital. Things get so hazy so quickly though, they fade, so I'm glad I have them. I posted a couple on his blog, after wrestling with the idea a while. Part of me wants to keep them all to myself. They are evidence of one of the most personal and intimate moments of my life. But I've shared everything else with no reservations, I decided I should do the same with those. Most of them anyway.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Saturday, May 13, 2006
eh
Mother's Day is tomorrow. Don't send me cards, k? thanks.
Kassi's glasses came in today, but not Scott's. That means we went to Rock Hill again today, and we'll have to go back on Monday (or whenever) when his come in. Kassi just couldn't wait for hers, they were falling apart, literally. The new ones are cute, I like them a lot. She's just thrilled to have two pair, two different styles. It's like some sort of fashion miracle or something, like one pair will match certain outfits better than the other... I dunno how she got so girly.
She and I spent most of the day playing god.
Seriously, we created the solar system for a class project. She did the basic research (size and order of the planets) last night, and we went to get the supplies. Now we're covered with paint, and the mess took over my kitchen, spilled out into the yard, colored my grass... Lots of fun. Then she did more research. It isn't due until Friday but she wants to get it done by Monday. All that's left is to figure out the logistics of adding the astroid belt, and the final copies of her index cards.
It's huge. We'll have to take her to school the day she turns it in. She couldn't do it the easy way... It's like a diorama, only fully enclosed with peep holes - the sun lights up and illuminates her galaxy... She has good (grand) ideas, and it came out pretty well, but I'm telling you, it's as big as she is. OK not quite, but damn well close enough.
Maybe I'll get off my ass and take some pics of it. Like I said, it isn't quite done, but close. I need to get the last of the pics off the digital camera anyway. It pretty well died. Flash stopped working, it won't work outside. We bought it for taking pics of Nova, it quit working totally a couple of days after he died. Guess it was just for taking pics of Nova.
Kassi's glasses came in today, but not Scott's. That means we went to Rock Hill again today, and we'll have to go back on Monday (or whenever) when his come in. Kassi just couldn't wait for hers, they were falling apart, literally. The new ones are cute, I like them a lot. She's just thrilled to have two pair, two different styles. It's like some sort of fashion miracle or something, like one pair will match certain outfits better than the other... I dunno how she got so girly.
She and I spent most of the day playing god.
Seriously, we created the solar system for a class project. She did the basic research (size and order of the planets) last night, and we went to get the supplies. Now we're covered with paint, and the mess took over my kitchen, spilled out into the yard, colored my grass... Lots of fun. Then she did more research. It isn't due until Friday but she wants to get it done by Monday. All that's left is to figure out the logistics of adding the astroid belt, and the final copies of her index cards.
It's huge. We'll have to take her to school the day she turns it in. She couldn't do it the easy way... It's like a diorama, only fully enclosed with peep holes - the sun lights up and illuminates her galaxy... She has good (grand) ideas, and it came out pretty well, but I'm telling you, it's as big as she is. OK not quite, but damn well close enough.
Maybe I'll get off my ass and take some pics of it. Like I said, it isn't quite done, but close. I need to get the last of the pics off the digital camera anyway. It pretty well died. Flash stopped working, it won't work outside. We bought it for taking pics of Nova, it quit working totally a couple of days after he died. Guess it was just for taking pics of Nova.
why's this funny?
First, I wrote a heartfelt reactionary post to the email I got from a fellow heart mom from CVRU. It turned out, through a stream of consciousness thought process, sounding angry and sarcastic, leaving me to look bitter and hateful.
I saved it as a draft. Maybe sometime I'll revise it - so it matches my true intent.
Then I wrote another post, a random bit of nonsense that said nothing. I deleted it, and went surfing - you know how it is, clicking through cyberspace like a smooth rock on water.
Along the way I found this particular site... It's a good thought really, one intended to preserve the sanctity of marriage, the respectability of sex and of women. I appreciate that they take their stand without aligning themselves with any religious/feminist/political movement. They obviously (according to the "what this site is" and "what this site isn't" links) feel no need to justify, explain, defend or debate their viewpoint or the various reasons for joining their list. They're completely non-confrontational, and considering the volatility of their subject matter, I find that impressive on its own.
Despite that, I have to admit that it made me laugh, a lot. Hard. Really hard. I don't mean to make fun of it, really I don't. It's just funny.
Go have a look.
I saved it as a draft. Maybe sometime I'll revise it - so it matches my true intent.
Then I wrote another post, a random bit of nonsense that said nothing. I deleted it, and went surfing - you know how it is, clicking through cyberspace like a smooth rock on water.
Along the way I found this particular site... It's a good thought really, one intended to preserve the sanctity of marriage, the respectability of sex and of women. I appreciate that they take their stand without aligning themselves with any religious/feminist/political movement. They obviously (according to the "what this site is" and "what this site isn't" links) feel no need to justify, explain, defend or debate their viewpoint or the various reasons for joining their list. They're completely non-confrontational, and considering the volatility of their subject matter, I find that impressive on its own.
Despite that, I have to admit that it made me laugh, a lot. Hard. Really hard. I don't mean to make fun of it, really I don't. It's just funny.
Go have a look.
Friday, May 12, 2006
OK, so my reputation as a stat hound is widely known, and inarguable. So today I was checking my stats and saw that someone from Korea had visited, but the referring page and landing page were both long long strands of Google-d-goop so I clicked on it to see what it was.
Guess what it was?
It was my blog... check it out ...
OK, so it probably thrills me more than it should, but I think it's kind of cool that they bothered to translate me into Korean. I wonder how my poetry translates? Probably turns to gibberish eh? Hope not, hope they actually enjoyed their visit :)
Guess what it was?
It was my blog... check it out ...
OK, so it probably thrills me more than it should, but I think it's kind of cool that they bothered to translate me into Korean. I wonder how my poetry translates? Probably turns to gibberish eh? Hope not, hope they actually enjoyed their visit :)
See, I woke up at 6:45. Highly unusual for me, but since Terra was asleep on the couch with me when I went to sleep last night, somewhere in my sleeping subconscious, I realized that she wasn't there anymore. I jumped up, a little freaked out, to find her. Found her, in bed with Scott - she never does that, no idea. Then I realized that it was 20 minutes until Kassi and Kory had to get on the bus, and I heard nothing in the house. No, wait... I heard the dryer. WTF? Awwww damn, yup, never did put that last load in the dryer, and it had all of Kassi's school uniform shirts in it.
*smacks self in forehead*
Now Maddie is wide awake from me running around the house, and I'm stuck staying up. Guess I'll go do those damn dishes. Oh hell with that. Guess I'll just drink this coffee first.
Happy friggin' Friday.
just cuz songs
Songs/lyrics that move me, for now - in no particular order
James Blunt - Beautiful Love this video
Natasha Bedingfield - Unwritten G'damn she's hot eh? No, that isn't why I love this song... really... but it doesn't hurt.
Blue October - Hate Me This video disappoints me with it's lack of artistry. A poor attempt at metaphor that comes out as a weak simile.
Blue October - Conversation Via Radio Never seen this video actually, but yeah, good song.
Nine Inch Nails - Only OK, this video includes one of those pin things, love it. Plus, I once had a really weird dream about this song.
Breaking Benjamin - So Cold They just shouldn't show this guy singing. Damn.
Angels and Airwaves - The Adventure Self-explanatory eh?
Nickelback - Photograph The simplicity of the video is perfect for the song's nostalgic mood.
Godsmack - Bleeding Me
Metallica - Bleeding Me
These last 2... same name, completely different theme, and both faves on my LOVE 'EM!" list of bands. Included these 2 songs because of their differences.
James Blunt - Beautiful Love this video
Natasha Bedingfield - Unwritten G'damn she's hot eh? No, that isn't why I love this song... really... but it doesn't hurt.
Blue October - Hate Me This video disappoints me with it's lack of artistry. A poor attempt at metaphor that comes out as a weak simile.
Blue October - Conversation Via Radio Never seen this video actually, but yeah, good song.
Nine Inch Nails - Only OK, this video includes one of those pin things, love it. Plus, I once had a really weird dream about this song.
Breaking Benjamin - So Cold They just shouldn't show this guy singing. Damn.
Angels and Airwaves - The Adventure Self-explanatory eh?
Nickelback - Photograph The simplicity of the video is perfect for the song's nostalgic mood.
Godsmack - Bleeding Me
Metallica - Bleeding Me
These last 2... same name, completely different theme, and both faves on my LOVE 'EM!" list of bands. Included these 2 songs because of their differences.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
dumbass
It has been 37 days, 7 hours 22 minutes and I:
wrote a poem,
received Scott's T-shirts for work,
got news that The Lunar Companion will be arriving soon,
got my kitchen sink fixed (it's been basically non-functional, due to some major plumbing damage, for too long to even say,)
found out Erin got her socks (a requested b-day gift)
got final notification that the boys have been approved to receive benefits through Social Security (because their worthless father is on disability)
finished 3 loads of laundry
washed dishes,
cooked dinner (yup, dishes need to be done agin)
cleaned the livingroom
written the biggest part of a (way-late) newsletter
helped Scott build new doors for the storage building turned mower-garage,
and received yet another email that spoke of how Nova's blog touched someone in some way.
Now I'm sitting here, listening to the too-damn-loud-stereo in Tommy's bedroom, waiting for the dryer to buzz so I can fold load 4 and dry load 5, thinking to myself:
"Self, your dumb ass left the washer open so that last load never fucking washed!"
Damn it.
wrote a poem,
received Scott's T-shirts for work,
got news that The Lunar Companion will be arriving soon,
got my kitchen sink fixed (it's been basically non-functional, due to some major plumbing damage, for too long to even say,)
found out Erin got her socks (a requested b-day gift)
got final notification that the boys have been approved to receive benefits through Social Security (because their worthless father is on disability)
finished 3 loads of laundry
washed dishes,
cooked dinner (yup, dishes need to be done agin)
cleaned the livingroom
written the biggest part of a (way-late) newsletter
helped Scott build new doors for the storage building turned mower-garage,
and received yet another email that spoke of how Nova's blog touched someone in some way.
Now I'm sitting here, listening to the too-damn-loud-stereo in Tommy's bedroom, waiting for the dryer to buzz so I can fold load 4 and dry load 5, thinking to myself:
"Self, your dumb ass left the washer open so that last load never fucking washed!"
Damn it.
cafepress
Cafepress is probably the fastest site I've ever seen. The shirts arrived today, and they look great - except that 2 of them are missing the logo from the back side. Leaving me to say this:
Cafepress is not only the fastest site I've ever dealt with, but they also have the most courteous customer service department I've ever had the pleasure of speaking with. No automated computerized bullshit, no snobby operators, no long hold-time. Simple process, apologies for the error, friendly, fast resolution - and I even get to keep the 2 shirts in question, in addition to the 2 new ones they're shipping out in the morning via 2-day air.
And on top of that, the products are high quality, easy to design, and reasonably priced.
This concludes tonight's Cafepress advertisement (pronounced the way the English do, thanks.)
**Oh, I forgot! I got an email today from lulu.com saying my book had been shipped! Woohoo! I'm so excited about getting it.
Cafepress is not only the fastest site I've ever dealt with, but they also have the most courteous customer service department I've ever had the pleasure of speaking with. No automated computerized bullshit, no snobby operators, no long hold-time. Simple process, apologies for the error, friendly, fast resolution - and I even get to keep the 2 shirts in question, in addition to the 2 new ones they're shipping out in the morning via 2-day air.
And on top of that, the products are high quality, easy to design, and reasonably priced.
This concludes tonight's Cafepress advertisement (pronounced the way the English do, thanks.)
**Oh, I forgot! I got an email today from lulu.com saying my book had been shipped! Woohoo! I'm so excited about getting it.
Curving
First (rough) Draft:
The following poem is the one I posted about that sparked the internal conversation regarding plagiarism, and the poem I've posted above. I've emboldened the nine words that sent my mind on a tangent. As you can see, the poems are vastly different, and address a different subject matter altogether, yet, this poem will never feel like my own because it is so completely the offspring of the weather, on Sunday. The title is linked directly to the poem in its original context at Moontown Cafe.
the weather, on Sunday
by duchess
night air has draped itself around us like an envious world.
but we are
otherwise engaged within
oneanother.
you have seen the swirls
curving round between our secret
in through me, out of you
for some reason, we had one.
i see another summer from our separate houses:
perfecting the art of being
seemingly present.
living out of windows, listening on
the breeze.
i can still hear your thoughts from this place.
if love were water
i'd be walking on yours.
i'll let you
dress me. undress me.
show me intention and that of the winds.
do not permit me to leave you.
let the weather change your life.
i know you have
been picturing yourself here
above me, below me.
trying to recall just how it is i move
who i am, how i got this way.
the taste of me
at different times of day
in various spots along a vertical drop.
no previous viewings of undilluted me
had ever made someone do those things
let alone be brave enough
to think they could hold me
while on fire and burning.
i want you to grab my hair on Sunday
Monday Tuesday.
pick me up and lay me down- come curve up
this time touch.
i have been picturing you here, inches from
another bite of lower lip.
i hear you locking my strands around your wrist,
close up inside.
so near to my heart, you can feel it
coming for you.
Curving
You were promise, curving
like the round of my belly
as light through crystal,
yellow to green to blue.
You were my secret, spilling
like sand from the bend of my elbow
into the way my hair tickled your face
as I lifted you.
Or was it you that lifted me?
You were hope,
now more than ever beyond grasp,
with a smile too wise to acknowledge death
and recognition in your eyes.
Yes, you were promise
like dew in the boughs of the willow
curving always away.
The following poem is the one I posted about that sparked the internal conversation regarding plagiarism, and the poem I've posted above. I've emboldened the nine words that sent my mind on a tangent. As you can see, the poems are vastly different, and address a different subject matter altogether, yet, this poem will never feel like my own because it is so completely the offspring of the weather, on Sunday. The title is linked directly to the poem in its original context at Moontown Cafe.
the weather, on Sunday
by duchess
night air has draped itself around us like an envious world.
but we are
otherwise engaged within
oneanother.
you have seen the swirls
curving round between our secret
in through me, out of you
for some reason, we had one.
i see another summer from our separate houses:
perfecting the art of being
seemingly present.
living out of windows, listening on
the breeze.
i can still hear your thoughts from this place.
if love were water
i'd be walking on yours.
i'll let you
dress me. undress me.
show me intention and that of the winds.
do not permit me to leave you.
let the weather change your life.
i know you have
been picturing yourself here
above me, below me.
trying to recall just how it is i move
who i am, how i got this way.
the taste of me
at different times of day
in various spots along a vertical drop.
no previous viewings of undilluted me
had ever made someone do those things
let alone be brave enough
to think they could hold me
while on fire and burning.
i want you to grab my hair on Sunday
Monday Tuesday.
pick me up and lay me down- come curve up
this time touch.
i have been picturing you here, inches from
another bite of lower lip.
i hear you locking my strands around your wrist,
close up inside.
so near to my heart, you can feel it
coming for you.
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