Wednesday, June 28, 2006

the pink mimosa is in bloom. smells luverly. the leaves close at night and open in the morning.

listening: lonely love-- the gray kid.

tow-headed nephew gave chase with a pelican feather. and the garden hose. after soaking my legs with a fine mist he explained that i wasn't really wet. contrary to the evidence. but he was steadfast in his opinion.

in other news...

what they say concerning waking sleepwalkers is true. don't attempt it. they're an indignant kind.

also a book of silhouettes. how beautiful.

Monday, June 26, 2006

feels like thunder is coming. my barometer supports the feeling. love thunderstorms.

listening: dream-- alice smith.

incidentally looking forward to her album's release in sept. i've played this one track about twenty times this evening. i need some more of her stuff.

while catching the bus a transient asked if we knew where to purchase a hamburger. stress on the second syllable. and no sooner than said he turned heel and walked away. later in regard to the incident sister quoted that bit from pompoko about hamburgers facilitating discussion. clearly this is not the case. but like i always say: never trust a washbear with its naughty parts a-dangling.

i never say that.

another person came here searching for "pure bread" dogs. and the other day someone placed an ad in the paper because they'd misplaced their "dessert tortoise" and very badly wanted it back. i would too. those are extremely rare.

to bed.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

someone told me once that p.l. travers wasn't really a fan of children. thought of it today when i discovered mary poppins in the kitchen: a cookery book with a story. within i find no evidence that travers had an aversion to little people. the cookery is just what i'd expected. lots of puddings and sausages. shepherd's pie. rarebit. trifle. cheese on toast. and one that i actually enjoy quite a bit: kedgeree. though without eggs please. dunno. perhaps the puddings and sausages were travers's own particular exercise in hostility.

listening: perdu d'avance-- superflu.

a wonderful stack of library materials awaits. i go. spit-spot.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

the tamale vendor came walking by today. there's now a rather bulky parcel of tamale chilling in the box.

tiger lilies blooming. effing love those. so orange. so beautiful. picked one and vased it. behind me in the windowsill.

listening: cherry blossom girl-- air.

the train has that great wurlitzer sound. loud and warbly. i'm so accustomed to its late night passage that it only makes me sleepy to hear it.


Friday, June 16, 2006

learned to play hello kitty rummy this evening. i lost every hand. but we played on blankets outside in the shade which was quite nice. we devised ways to make the game more challenging. kitty-chan's original wasn't quite difficult enough.

listening: black cherry-- goldfrapp.

it's only just cooling off. 99 degrees this afternoon. i want to have a nap on the cool floor when the weather's like it was today.

i've some flame tree seeds. kurrajong. maybe i'll start some. they'll never flower here though.

to bed.
every day. every day. mark woods delivers. niedecker and satie are some of my favorite dead people.

listening to gnossienne #1 performed on guitar by pierre laniau. how cool.

also check out the sketches of egon schiele. (via wood_s_lot)

Thursday, June 15, 2006

i would be ever so grateful if you would sign this. you can read about marlene braun here. and view some photos here.

thanks thanks thanks.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

the things that arrive in the mail sometimes puzzle me. a small unsolicited magazine about animal husbandry. inside an article about exotic pets. more specifically an article about horses. i wasn't aware that they're considered exotic. also i'm wondering who the target audience is. children? the piece finished with a q & a regarding horses. are horses expensive to keep? yes. can you keep a horse in a backyard? no. do horses require much attention? yes. somehow by the end of the q & a (read aloud by sister) i had visions of a dumpster-diving self-sufficient equine walking upright and carrying a pink bakery take-away box between its front hooves. no don't trouble yourself with my dinner. i'm good. i'll eat this and just crash on the fire escape for a few hours.


a stray cat wound itself into chain and wire. was hanging by its hind legs. i discovered it today. still alive but totally weak. this month has seen a number of animal rescues. or rescue attempts. the cat seems quite well tonight though.

the anacampseros is about to bloom. yay! it's supposed to restore love. that is the myth. i wonder what happens to unblemished love?

listening: just like a movie star-- dominique a.

good night.

Friday, June 09, 2006

at nine or so my extended family had japanese exchange students stay with them. summer meant i practically lived there with them. swimming. riding bareback. and one of the boys decided to teach me origami. a little cup first which he and his friend insisted i drink from. they said it was a wine cup. after i drank they laughed and said it was a urine sample cup. they laughed ecstatically. lengthy laughing.

i've just run across instructions for the same cup. i'd forgotten everything but the last fold. the terminal one.

tchin tchin.

listening: such great heights-- iron and wine.

good night.

Monday, June 05, 2006

i got it!

listening: you're my kind of climate-- rip rig + panic. courtesy this fella.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

went shopping for funeral attire. when leaving the department store i spied a guy selling cherries. as he poured my buy from their green jails into a paper sack he asked what i was wearing. like so:

him: what are you wearing?
me: wha?
him: mmm. you smell really good. that's you right? no. no it was that lady.
me: oh...uh....
him: no it's you. that's nice. what fragrance is that?
me: i dunno. i think i might have accidentally-- um it's from in there. (gesturing at storefront)
him: (much laughter) god bless you. god bless.

i don't much wear perfume. but i did inadvertently walk through a cloud of dubious man-spray. irresponsibly wielded by sister. who thought it was lady's eau de toilette. and because my hands were looking kind of dry i sampled some awful hand cream. so i'm glad that my chemical stink made some preacher's day. he was a preacher btw. a cherry-vending preacher. with hair like that british jewel tea guy who used to come door-to-door and sell my gran sundries.

anyhow. the cherries are tasty. and they led me to think of neneh cherry. and then rip rig and panic. and now all i want is to hear their song "you're my kind of climate." but i can't find it anywhere. hopefully one of these new fangled mp3 blogs will post it for my listening pleasure.

little shoes came away with me. like a mish-mash of bensimon and cons and ballet flats and kung-fu shoes. i've made them sound ugly. they're not. and the price was small which also pleases.

sandalwood smells nice. spikenard. amber. vetiver. demeter's russian leather (what's with the leather daddy hat? i'd rather envision library chair). quite often i think people smell pretty good without.

well. to bed.

listening: der telefon anruf-- kraftwerk.
my hair is cut. i'd like bangs but i avoid them. i suspect i'll look far too gelfling if i get those.

listening: eisbär-- nouvelle vague.

i found a chunky layered dinosaur near the post office. a chunky layered dinosaur of provo craft spanish fork utah. made in china. it's a thunder lizard to me. i believe i'll have to take some photos of chunky layered's adventures.


it's getting late. to bed.

Friday, June 02, 2006

i'm loving this mp3 blog (via i like).

listening: the zookeeper's boy-- mew.

a few weeks ago picked up a mercer mayer book called little monster's word book. i had several mayer books when small but not this one. and i think it's my new favorite. pages 34-35 contain things to do or be when you get bigger. a hobo is one option. really. i quite like the options given.

when sister was small her kindergarten or first grade class had to fill out a form about their intended professions. she wrote that she'd like to be a volcano when she grew up. most people end up in therapy trying to avoid that fate.

there's a piece of sembei that has the look of an end-of-career haggard pacman. edit: there was.

listening: i wonder why my favourite boy leaves me in the rain-- the marshmallow kisses.