Thursday, December 23, 2010

say cheese.

I think it is time I get a camera. A digital one. Then I could document interesting things in my goings abouts town. Like that one house that has built a platform in their tree in their yard, for what purpose originally, I know not, but the current role it plays is 'perch for large dog.' Well, more recently 'dogs.' Plural. There is something a little unnerving about walking past a six foot wooden fence and having a dog bark at you from above.
Also, I could take photos of this:
How cool is that? I found it whilst google image searching 'lunar eclipse.' I seem to have missed that moment in the sky, a bit of obscurantism on behalf of the cloud cover. Tho, not sure if a lavender winged being in the sky would freak me out more than a domesticated canine hanging out in the arbors.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

(baby seal is still my one true love)

last night I watched part of the eclipse, veiled at times by a thin curtain of clouds. at one point, two parallel, transparent shadows crossed over the moon, sweeping from right to left, like a analog glitch in a video. hmmm. I looked at my fellow moon gazer. that was weird. yeah, she agreed. oh good, you saw that too. we hypothesized what the strange trick of light could have been then settled on weird. it was weird. with little/any greater significance? not sure. tho the fact that it was a lunar eclipse on a full moon on the winter equinox while mercury is in retrograde makes me think that maybe, yes, there are some astrological shifts occurring that have perhaps more than subtle influences.

one of which is not being able to sleep. tho that could be blamed on my evening visitor. it's like the universe when all manic last night and decided to clean the whole house from top to bottom and get back to all those emails and letters that have been sitting around. like the one I sent that said something to the effect of 'I think I would like a cat, but I kinda want one to just show up on my doorstep.' a request that i figured would go by the wayside because my door is inside on the second floor. but, low and behold, ye olde universe is a clever monkey. on my way into the house from parking my bike, an apartment neighbor who had just pulled up in her car, stopped and asked if I had gotten a new cat. there was one in the hallway upstairs and she couldn't figure out who it belonged to. hmm. well, well, sure enough I went inside and there was a gentle feline tabby to greet me at the top of the stairs. fun! we hung out for most of the night, there was a bunch of hubbub with the other neighbors as we set out some food and a litter box in the hall. I left my door ajar and he had the run of the place. it was all mellow fun and board games until my later than usual bed time when I retired to my loft bed and mr feline eclipse decided to get really meowy. ilvs #1: poor cat! he must be freaked out and missing his home! ilvs #2: if one of my house mates doesn't kick him out in the next five minutes, I will! I ended up just closing my door and putting in earplugs. ilvs #1: dear universe, I feel kinda bad about it. ilvs #2: dear universe, I don't think I am quite ready for a cat.

and when I awoke, bleary eyed and kinda crabby from like 6 hours of sleep, little house guest was nowhere to be found. darn. I do kinda still want a cat. and he was pretty cute. did I just let this little furry gift from the universe just slip past? maybe he'll reappear and maybe, unlike the full moon solstice lunar eclipse, I won't have to wait another 1600 years or so for it to happen again.


(speaking of strange lights in the sky, google, if you will, 'norway blue light 2009.' i found the link to this while google perusing images of extreme bodybuilders – um, i have a fascination with them, their grotesque ridiculousness, the absurdity of the human body pushed to the unnecessary limit. but back to the blue lights, or 'misfired russian rocket' as it is purported to be, it is beautiful. and if rockets actually did that, i say 'fire away.')


Tuesday, December 14, 2010

yes, moths.

I pulled my white V neck T-shirt out the other day, I hadn't worn it since the cold weather started to set in, and noticed several small holes near the arm. Moth holes. This reminded me that I took my yellow wool button up out when the cold weather started to set in and found it riddled down the middle with tiny holes. I do recall a moth in my room months ago. I have not seen it in a while. Apparently, it has been feeding, and expanding its diet to include breathable white cotton. If it weren't for the fact that I have not seen said moth in weeks, I would be inclined to conclude that somewhere in my living quarters was hiding a GIGANTIC MOTH. I like moths. but I don't really want to room with them. I would share a bathroom with one. I'm basing this on the assumption that GIANT MOTHS, unlike my neighbor and their GIGANTIC GF, don't leave the bathroom floor inch deep in shower water.

I had a dream where Geode, upon diving/falling into a lagoon from the muddy path we were ascending, swam to shore as a dozen giant moths resting on the water followed her underwater path. one clung to her back as she exited the water and morphed into a kite backpack. she didn't notice so Ricki Martin, also in my dream, pulled out his phone to text Geode that hey there's a GIANT MOTH on your back. Whether or not he used caps has yet to be verified.

Friday, December 3, 2010

running and writing. but not at the same time.

oh man, it's been a minute. I was thinking that I have been really slacking on this writing business, with the blog and the haikus. . . but then I realized that, oh yeah, I actually have been writing. in fact, I WROTE A BOOK. well, part of one. I did that whole Write a Novel in a Month dealy in November. things I learned: writing a book is hard. especially when you are preparing to open a show in the same month. and I didn't really finish it, the requirements yes, but not the story itself. it's basically like a rough draft partial novel cuz I never got to the main plot point of the book where the main character runs a marathon.
Speaking of, I am quite thankful, now, that I did not sign up to run the Seattle Halvies Marathon. no doubt that I could have completed it no problem, but the fact that on the friday right before the marathon, the friday right after opening night, I felt like I had just run some weird holiday marathon I was so exhausted, makes me really glad I did not in fact run the official one. that and a friend said it was kind of a depressing marathon in that it is generally cold out, a factor that is held responsible for there being zero people out to cheer you on save for the random biker that is not inconvenienced one bit by the street closures while making her way to the ballard farmer's market ie me. that and there is no big party at the end so it's a little anticlimactic. oh, and there's the issue of hills in that there are lots of them. somehow they engineered the route to defy the laws of physics and be entirely uphill. no thanks.
I am, however, planning on running the half marathon on whidbey in april of 2011. now that I write that, I should really think about what training is going to look like. . . I do know that it will not include writing a 50,000+ word work of literary genius. at least, as far as I can predict.