Tummy Turnover

Today I plan to subsist solely on milk chocolate.

Happy Halloween.

I'll take a brief sabbatical from studying for my graduate exam to watch horror movies with the boys, and stuff my face with ornately wrapped lumps of sugar. Mmm mm!

What's the worst scary movie you've ever seen?

The Calendar Hung Itself

It was the second body I had seen since moving into the city. Always when I'm so tired. Last time I merely saw the outline. A barely there silouhette of something once living. Then it was a run in with a commuter train. The man in too short khakis danced in strobes around the shrouded mass. My window was put forth squarely in front of the scene. Was it a mangle of flesh under there? I'd never know.

This morning, I knew. The photographer didn't take care to fully cover his glamour-less subject. Stage left, two mangled pieces of metal and the aftermath of a hailstorm of broken glass. Center stage, a writhing hand frozen in char reaches from beneath a too small sheet. I glimpsed a side profile of what was supposed to be a face.

This weekend I plead in earnest to end war. My cold body trembled as I held my protest sign high. A line of armed officers seperated me from the dozen or so people in "support of the war." Grown men screamed awful things at me. I was scared, yes, but not of them. It was their terrifying logic that made me feel scared and alone.

For sure I don't understand the gravity of what these scenes are doing to me. Maybe they are slowly breaking my heart. Perhaps they are "toughening" me up. All I can say is that I'm not afraid.

The Winds They are A' Blowin

Hello world. Remember the war?

Is your heart sedated? Did you forget what we were fighting for?

They didn't hide it, but I never knew.

What coordinates lie at the axis of evil?

I never knew.

I don't like it anymore than you. Do something about it. Look at sand blown pictures of foreign children that don't know what you're fighting for either. Do they look a little like your kids at home?

Think about all the money that's being spent on bandages and bullets instead of schools and hospitals. Wonder why they aren't asking you to plant a victory garden, and plant one for peace instead.

Get angry or sad. Do both. Talk about it with your friends, family, and the person standing behind you at the coffee shop.

The worst thing you can do is nothing. The most awful thing you can do is forget.
Civil Disobedience is a must in order to run a true democracy.

A little inspiration from the greats:

If we desire respect for the law, we must first make the law respectable.
~Louis D. Brandeis

As long as the world shall last there will be wrongs, and if no man objected and no man rebelled, those wrongs would last forever.
~Clarence Darrow

If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor. If an elephant has its foot on the tail of a mouse and you say that you are neutral, the mouse will not appreciate your neutrality.
~Bishop Desmond Tutu

When leaders act contrary to conscience, we must act contrary to leaders.
~Veterans Fast for Life

Finally:
If... the machine of government... is of such a nature that it requires you to be the agent of injustice to another, then, I say, break the law.
~Henry David Thoreau, On the Duty of Civil Disobediance, 1849

Show your support of peace and bringing your nieces and nephews and neighbors and children home: Transfer your feelings to action. PROTEST THE WAR in CHICAGO on SATURDAY OCTOBER 27, 1:30 @ UNION PARK! For those of you not in Chicago, there are protests commencing all over the United States!

Big Daddy Big Daddy

That last post didn't make too much sense. Sometimes I do that when I get real excited. I have a bug bite on my neck that won't quit itching. It looks like someone mauled me.

The weekend was long and lovely, but it came and went too fast. I am a happy little dreamboat. Happy actually doesn't do my feelings justice. I have a supreme and perpetual feeling of ahhhhhhhh. If that makes any sense. If it doesn't run out and find something that elicits such a feeling, and then relish in it! I'm relishing the hell out of it. (At least on weekends and federal holidays!)

This blog may be quite sparse for the next couple of weeks. The preparation for entrance into graduate school is consuming most of my free time not spent feeling ahhhh. Grad school does NOT make me feel "ahhh." It makes me feel sweaty, nervous, and somewhat reckless. Although, under all the fright, I'm proud of myself. The Last Unicorn is often known for taking the easy way out. Not this time. Despite the fear and large (large) margin for failure, I'm going to see this one through. If it doesn't work out, I know it's not for lack of trying.

TGIThursday!

Huzzah!

This weather has got me spooked. Yes it's autumn, so I should be all spooked and looking over my shoulder.

But I'm spooked because of this bizarro fall weather. Today I woke up and it was muggy and pouring.

I looked comedically pitiful standing in the dark, sweating, with a broken umbrella, while the rain poured down onto my huge backpack waiting for the #74 bus. It didn't brighten up till about 9:00 a.m. this morning. Now the sky is filled with fast moving apocalyptic clouds and gale force winds!

I wanted to take the boys to the park today, but I fear they will be blown away.

What's with this silly weather?


My weekend starts today, and it's a long one. I'm so so so excited. I will see everyone back on Tuesday!

Have a lovely weekend my lovelies.

A Big Change for a Little Head

Today I sent out my graduate school request for reccomendation letters. Another step closer to something.

I haven't been keeping up on writing or reading blogs lately. Sorry, I miss it a lot, but my time has been spent studying and preparing, and enjoying the fall weather.

I want to carve pumpkins so bad, but it is nearly impossible to get a hold of them in the city.

My mind is really full with ideas for stories right now. They are all so vivid. I feel like a vessel. Someone or something is filling up my brain cells with foreign places and cast shadows.

This blog is sparse, but my hunger just superceded all pictures and thought patterns.

Burrito Time!

Green wins Again

Congrats to ol' Gorey and the climate crisis panel on winning the Nobel Peace Prize!

I respect Gore's work, and think it is done in a tasteful and honest manner.

I want to keep what is green, green; What is dry, dry; And what is frozen frozen.

Now if he'd only run for president ...

Hello Out There, I'm Not What You'd Call a City Girl

I've been neglectful. What ever did you read without me updating you on my life?

The weather is changing and I'm changing too

I'm turning inside out. That stuff was always there, but no one ever saw it

Today I watched ten foot waves jump into the sky, and fall back down again

It was my heart beating in stereo surround sound

I saw a dead or dying bird It was beautiful I didn't touch it

But I wanted to

I wanted to administer beak to mouth resuscitation I wanted to warm it up in my hands, and then throw it up in the air and watch it fly away

I don't like this city I love this city
I don't like living in it

Of course we were wrong, we were the young and the restless
I'm not unhappy, just eager to get out
I'm still the young and the restless

Maybe next year I'll move into a cozy ten foot wave and crash about Maybe I'll go to some university in the middle of nowhere and write a novel Maybe I'll just become a bird and build us a nest, where waves and writers are always welcome.

Damnit Oprah

Oprah has chosen my favorite book (of all time) "Love in the Time of Cholera" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez for her book club.

Now, I love Oprah, and I've spent a great deal of my time defending her to my friends. Sometimes I feel like the youngest/most radical Oprah fan in existence, but I really respect what she does. She brings important topics to the forefront of the American psyche; She does good things with her money; And she is pretty darn charming. I wouldn't say she's my role model, but the show is interesting to watch amidst the sea of crap televison.

Yet, somehow, I find myself really quite angry at her choice for her latest book club. "Love" is sacred to me, and I don't want a bunch of housewives relegating such a mystical masterpiece. I don't know there is something very pedestrian about a national book club. Is this snotty of me? I was never one to drop a band because it got "popular." This book won a nobel prize for literature, so it's not that I'm worried it will get ruined by popularity. I don't know ...

BUT Oprah did inform me that a movie version of "Love in the Time of Cholera" is coming out November 16 (who knew?), and I'm pretty excited about that. I wonder if it will be in espanol? For once there is actually more than one movie I want to see out in theaters!

Regardless of whether or not Oprah told you to (I'm telling you) read that book! Here is a lovely biography of Marquez. He is a most interesting man.

Have a nice weekend and eat your veggies!

One Blogpost for Burma

Is there strength in blog numbers?




Educate yourself about what's going on in the world, because someday it might be happening to you!


Thanks to Jilly at Poetry Hut for the links. I would be lost in the internets without her tireless efforts! And thank you FreeBurma.Org for increasing awareness.

I think I see the light

But the great dark birds of history screamed and plunged
into our personal weather
They were headed somewhere else but their beaks and pinions drove
along the shore, through rages of fog
where we stood, saying I

- Adrienne Rich

Maybe I'm Amazed

I'm just the girl with peppers in her pockets, and you're the boy with the black mask and the soft heart.

This weekend was an adventure, and now I feel all scatterbrained. I hate how that happens. I dreamed about mangos and spent time under a secret tree. I ate macaroni&cheese amidst the all encompassing comfort of an underwear model. I lived out loud, and as a reward, put my face down to the ground and watched the grass breath.

"If everybody hid indoors, nothing would ever change." I've narrowed down grad schools, and now I'm checking out health insurance plans; I'm terrified. Living and learning, so damn expensive.

Last night I watched a documentary called "Wetbacks: The Undocumented Documentary" it hurt to know that I am a part of a country that cares so little for their fellow man. I don't care for borders. What is the world's preoccupation with division? What right have I to this land?

What right do I have to be this happy, when their are so many so very sad?