So much is flooding my brain!
I have a new obsession: old French music from the 30’s and 40’s.
I am changing my name to Armelle Lingeaux.
My new favorite color is pink.
I’m going to redecorate my room. I require the following things:
- pink string lights
- a giant heart pillow
- sheer white curtains
- a white comforter
- black wall frames and pretty pictures
Also, Colourlovers.com is wonderful.
I made a mix of terrific music, most of which is Yann Tiersen. You’ll have to click POP-OUT PLAYER to listen.
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I just had a lovely evening, despite the fact that it is a Tuesday. Week days are rarely this good. Peter’s birthday party was a wondrous success, although I skirted several responsibilities–this will likely make tomorrow evening significantly less enjoyable. All that matters, however, is this moment, and at this moment I am deeply contented.
Alice and the Great Balloon
Alice was a sickly child
With fragile limbs but wild
Eyes that shown with malice—
This was Alice.
She snuck of her house at noon,
And left her yard in a great balloon
Piloted by a man named Jack
Who wore a pea-coat, woolen and black
And a smile, sweet and shy.
As they rose up into the sky,
Alice watched her house shrink quickly,
And suddenly she felt less sickly;
All was warm and full of love
As she watched her life from far above.
This strange vessel took the two
Across her town until Alice grew
Sleepy, and so Jack had Alice home by five.
When Alice walked in, very much alive,
She explained all about Jack’s balloon
To her panicked parents in the parlor room.
But alas, they did not believe the lie
About Alice’s adventures through the sky,
So they sent her to bed without food,
Putting the girl in a very foul mood.
For the next few days, Alice looked all around
Desperately for the balloon but found
Nothing—except a blue sedan
Driven by an older man—
Much older than her Jack,
But Alice must have seen past that
When she climbed into the car
All she wanted was to get far, far away.
Would you like some milk with that cookie?
A quick update:
- I had fun getting completely and utterly lost today. Yes, I missed my exit because I was too busy singing, and I got off instead two exits down from my intended. I then spent the next 35 minutes roaming Portland/Westbrook trying desperately to correct my mistake. It was quite the adventure actually, albeit a stressful one.
- I’m still dieting like crazy, and I think it’s finally paying off. Two to four more weeks of this, and I think I should be okay. Don’t bother telling me I’m silly–I already know.
- Today was quite good fun, as was last night. ^_^
- Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! Ten dollars will get you the whole seat, but you’ll only need the EDGE!
Ahem.
This Cat
This Cat
–by Me, just now–trying to get to sleep–failing utterly.
The cat doesn’t speak when the door is closed,
Or when we sit on my bed
Nose to nose.
No, he does not cry at all–
Only when the door is open–
Then he cries
With longing there–somewhere–
In his worthwhile eyes.
When my door is closed
He purrs
And ruminates on soothing words
I’ve said before–[off-hand]–
But now this cat is a different man–
A man who knows
That I cry only when we sit,
Nose to nose.
Credited inspiration: My book of T. S. Eliot poems [a Christmas gift], sleepiness, my kitty, Love and finally, the now very distant effects of New Year’s champange.
So this is the New Year.
December 31, 2009
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Tags: Ben Gibbard, Death Cab for Cutie, Russell Brand
Look and see! A new layout for the new year.
Although it is cliché-ly me:
So everybody put your best suit or dress on
Let’s make believe that we are wealthy for just this once
Lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn
As thirty dialogues bleed into one–Ben Gibbard, from The New Year
I have already eaten my weight in crackers. Fear not–because I know that you are–the diet begins again tomorrow. The clichés continue, although this one resulted more from circumstance than from my own hand.
Finally, Russell Brand’s New Year’s Wish.
There, that ought to do it.
Cheers!
Give us a cuddle!
December 31, 2009
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Tags: Jack Kerouac, James Joyce, love, Russell Brand, W.B. Yeats
Never give all the Heart
–W. B. Yeats
Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
Damn you, Yeats–must you go gallivanting about exclaiming these truths? It hurts me. I am the victim of your wisdom. And yet, I love you. Strange.
I am, in fact, consumed by Yeats’ poetry at the moment, and also by the memoir of Russell Brand, by Jack Kerouac’s On the Road and by Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce. I feel slightly pretentious. Only this integration of current interests can save this entry:
Happy New Year’s Eve. Give us a cuddle. There we are.
Farewell 2009
Things I learned in 2009:
- Imagination is both the cage and the means to escape the cage–but mostly it is the cage.
- During long stretches without sleep, you can get a good deal accomplished. Also, without sleep, you just might go mental.
- The best course of action sometimes is to just let life lead you around by the hand. But you’ve got to break free eventually.
- Don’t try to thwart your instincts.
- Don’t waste time.
- It is important listen to yourself.
And finally…
- Blondes really do have more fun.
I’ll revise this list as I think of things.
Happy Boxing Day!
December 27, 2009
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Tags: dieting, Freaks and Geeks, hunger, Russell Brand
I have exactly 14 days to recover [in all manners of speaking] before returning to Orono. What can I do with this time?
- Lose lots of weight by eating 600 or less calories a day. One day down, 14 more to go. I. am. very. hungry. But this needs to get done away from my friends and the stress of school. That’s how I lost weight over the summer. Tomorrow is going to be rough, though, because I ran out of lite bread today and I am nearly out of Vanilla Coke Zero.
- Finish Freaks and Geeks. I have only a few more episodes left to watch.
- Finish Russell Brand’s memoir. Luckily I have lots more to read. I love Russell.
- TO BE CONTINUED [as I think of things]
The Bear Sleeps.
December 25, 2009
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Tags: <3, Bon Iver, Christmas, Freaks and Geeks, Russell Brand, sufjan stevens, T.S. Eliot, the Sims, W.B. Yeats
Happy Christmas. This is my Christmas morning song:
Bon Iver is a good Christmas gift, as is Sufjan Stevens, Russell Brand’s autobiography, the Sims II, W.B. Yeats and T.S. Eliot. Maybe you can tell a lot about a person based on what Santa brings them. This list of gifts conjures in my mind a reflective, slightly melancholic person preoccupied with fiction–someone with a penchant for the bizarre.
The Great Veiled Bear has gone into hibernation, with an alarm set for two weeks [lest It go insane]. Although a ringing telephone would also do the job.
I think I’ve just unintentionally proven my point.
How have been spending my time away from Academia? My life of late has been defined by the following: daydreaming, Bon Iver, poetry, Freaks and Geeks and crossword puzzles. Soon, I will introduce the Sims, Russell Brand, and even more poetry and Bon Iver.
Again, Happy Christmas Loyal Reader.
<3
[And I don't give those generously, despite what you may have surmised.]
