Sunday, October 17, 2010

I Wrote a Poem on the Fridge.

Downtown drink
Drink liquor and
Call fun from spill of 

Shout not sweet doubt
The time like personality study

He said work
They took and made art touch
Put taste
Shot pen
Flash moment cram

Monday, October 4, 2010


I think that, after years of therapy and journalling (online, dream, and traditional) and general introspection, I am burnt out. I am tired of talking about my feelings, why I feel them, who I have them for or about. It seems silly.

The irony of blogging about my feeling of disliking blogging about my feelings does not escape me.

I think about how I used to be an actress. Really. I once wanted to act. As a career. What was wrong with me? When I think about theatre now, as an art form and an institution, I can barely stomach the thought. People get paid (sometimes) to pretend to be other people. What!?!

Thinking about things in their simplest terms is a bit of a mindfuck.

I'm not very articulate on this rainy Monday morning, but I guess I'm trying to say that even though I can't really summon enough time/energy/care to formally blog lately, I can divide my feelings into "likes" and "dislikes."

I have a Tumblr. It makes me happy, and there's no pressure. If I want (and I do want, often), I can simply reblog other people's observations.


Friday, September 3, 2010

6 Months Ago

I was thinking about Thanksgiving, and where I might end up. I thought I might be somewhere different, with someone important. For the first time in four years, I thought I might be having a Southern Thanksgiving.

I was on a cloud. I saw names in the sidewalk. I was having dreams.

How things have changed.

I think "be careful what you wish for" is probably appropriate.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

What I Love Right Now: Summer Bucks

I saw these on my favorite fashion blog, and I want 'em. I might even wear them after Labor Day, a little scuffed up, with some tights and a kicky little skirt.

Infinite summer.

[Cole Haan, $125]

Monday, August 23, 2010

What I Love Right Now: "Feeling Good"

I really, really like cover songs. That is no secret. This classic from The Roar of the Greasepaint, The Smell of the Crowd came to me by way of Muse, then Nina Simone. I can't get enough.

Muse's live version kills me--I live for a group-sing. Nina's is simple and deep. And, oh, that brass part. Mmm.

The perfect pick-me-up when the never-ending heatwave has turned into cold, drizzly rain. Because the endsummer blues get us all, don't they?

Muse--"Feeling Good"at Wembley Stadium.
Nina Simone--"Feeling Good"

Wednesday, August 18, 2010


I’ve seen boats as big as this whale. I’ve seen gryphons the same size, with teeth growing in even as they were taking their last breath.

My friends always know about the coolest things first. Better still, they are usually involved. Lauren directed me (and the rest of Twitter) to an excerpt of Terese Svoboda's newest novel, Pirate Talk or Mermalade. I read it and now, many minutes later, I am still sighing at the beauty of it.

Pirate Talk is a "novel in voices." It reads like poetry set to pirate-speak (like that option on Facebook). I was immediately reminded of Virginia Woolf's The Waves, another book that left me breathless. The excerpt, the dialogue-instead-of-narration, left out just enough to make me wonder what might be coming next. As if the word "mermalade" wasn't enough to pique my interest.

Pirate Talk or Mermalade
comes out on Talk Like a Pirate Day. Read this book.