THE EVENTS OF MY WEEKEND!

So I just got home from Hastings, where I was visiting my darling E, the sweetest little sixteen year old cheese vendor you ever did see. It was great. There's always something happening with that child, usually involving some blatant and/or public disregard for the law. This weekend didn't disappoint.

This one time, E had a large party at her house, and an insane woman in a nightgown clutching a small dog walked up her back porch steps and announced that she was not there to break up the party, she was there to crash it.

But that wasn't this weekend. This weekend's open house party was at E's mortal enemy's house, but free stuff trumps host-hatred any day, so we ended up attending anyway. Some guy who's going to college with me was there, and we ended up bonding and talking about...something meaningful I'm sure. Yay for college friends?

We also went to a super wholesome family barbecue at Z's house, where we played taboo and scategories with rising high school freshman. It was kind of surreal. And wholesome.

There is so much stuff to see in New York City. I really enjoy looking at stuff there. I think it's great.


Anddd let's close with this email from Father:

The rumor that Auntie M’s Mexican baby’s arrival was immanent was based on a message she sent to Mother a few days ago: “I am available to travel home this weekend for four days in order to be a calming influence for Mom. The only thing that would change that would be Gustav or Hanna.”

They spoke again today. Turns out your Cousin Gustav or Hanna are actually hurricanes presently churning off the Florida coast.

A true lol when I heard this.

D

Pluto + Charon Forever

I've always thought there was something beautiful about Pluto and Charon's relationship. Two little icy things all off in the dark depths of the solar system, mutually orbiting each other, always facing each other, a sweet little binary system love story.

AND THEN THEY HAD BABIES. Little Nix and Hydra, discovered only in 2005, making a well-rounded family of four.

It's enough to make one want to name her daughter Charon, were it not for all that ferryman of the dead business.

WHAT. IS. THIS.

I was looking back through our pictures, and I found THIS.





....WHAT.
WE ARE
SO
MUCH WEIRDER
THAN WE WILL EVER
EVER
UNDERSTAND.


I miss our blatant disregard for personal space.

Only fools are enslaved by time and space

DON'T WORRY GUYS! THOUGH WE MAY BE APART, REMEMBER THE LESSONS ONE CAN LEARN BY PLAYING KARL'S (may he rest in peace) BRAINWASHING SEQUENCE BACKWARDS.

Plus the it's from the episode Not In Portland. COINCIDENCE? I THINK NOT.

Homesick

Every time I walk into the downstairs bathroom I get a little wistful.

I'm not at college yet, but I'm homesick for our hippie commune home.

IT'S TOO LATE

OR TOO EARLY
WHY AM I AWAKE

HOW WOULD I LIVE

WITHOUT THIS IN MY LIFE:

Also all I have been listening to for the past like five days is this song:

And when I'm not listening to that song I'm listening to this song:

Remember that time

When we accidentally sang a full out a capella rendition of The Lion Sleeps Tonight in six part harmony while eating lunch in the cafeteria-style dining hall?

Cause I just did.

New laptop!

I'm super pumped about my new laptop.Mostly because it only cost SIX HUNDRED DOLLARS. $600. With a built in webcam, 3 GB ram, 250 GB hard drive, FOR SIX. HUNDRED. DOLLARS.

hellz yes. Sister found a wildly convenient time to throw her computer in a fit of terror.

It doesn't have a name yet. Any suggestions?

Can't wait

EVERYONE IS GOING TO COLLEGE

TALK ABOUT WEIRD

Thank you Radio Gods

I heard good songs today on the radio and I KNEW it was going to be a good day, and it was! It was better than I even expected!

Thank you Quentin Stafford-Fraser and Paul Jardetzky, without you my life would not be the same.

Oh I'll twine with my mingles and waving black hair

OKAY, I REALLY JUST LIKE THE CARTER FAMILY A LOT. AND THIS IS MY BLOG, SO YOU CAN'T STOP ME.

MORE BRAUTIGAN, I KNOW YOU ALL CARE

All Girls Should Have a Poem
For Valerie

All girls should have a poem
written for them even if
we have to turn this God-damn world
upside down to do it.

New Mexico
March 16, 1969

Batty Bat

BATTY BATTY BAT BATTY BAT BATTY BAT BATTY BAT
BATTY BATTY BAT BATTY BAT BATTY BAT BATTY BAT

No brooms

This sign says "NO brooms or dust pans to be left here." It's signed by the captain and there was a matching sign about two feet over on the wall, also with a matching broom and dustpan.

Then the crew member who put the brooms and dustpans there saw me looking at it and we shared a chuckle over the situation. Turns out he put them there to bug the captain for setting up unnecessary excessive signage. I thought he was clever. He agreed.

SOME BRAUTIGAN IN THE EVENING?!

HORSE CHILD BREAKFAST

Horse child breakfast
what are you doing to me?
with your long blonde legs?
with your long blonde face?
with your long blonde hair?
with your perfect blonde ass?

I swear I’ll never be the
same again!

Horse child breakfast,
what you’re doing to me,
I want done forever.


THE SHENEVERTAKESHERWATCHOFF POEM

For Marcia

Because you always have a clock
strapped to your body, it’s natural
that I should think of you as the
correct time:
with your long blonde hair at 8:03,
and your pulse-lightning breasts at
11:17, and your rose-meow smile at 5:30,
I know I’m right.

WIDOW’S LAMENT

It’s not quite cold enough
to go borrow some firewood
from the neighbors.

MAP SHOWER

For Marcia

I want your hair
to cover me with maps
of new places,

so everywhere I go
will be as beautiful
as your hair.


YOUR NECKLACE IS LEAKING

For Marcia

Your necklace is leaking
and blue light drips
from your beads to cover
your beautiful breasts
with a clear African dawn.




I think Richard Brautigan is genius.

Descent into lunacy

I haven't slept in two days, and I think I'm steadily losing my mind. Well I've kind of slept, from like 1 am-4 am, then like 6 am - 9 am, but its shallow sleeps with tempestuous dreams.

I've been reading my Skinny Legs and All book in most of my waking daylight hours. It's the same one I was reading back in New Hampshire. And sure, maybe that was two+ months ago, but I've been really busy doing nothing for those months. Now I have some down time to get back into reading. Not too late to finish what I started back then. It's a good book. I think Tom Robbins is darn clever. I think I've mentioned that before.

What did she forget? Lily white, basic black, snow white, black beauty, white christmas, black friday, white supremacy, black power, the color purple, people-eater purple, the color of money, long green, lawn green, lorne green, Lohengrin, the color of your parachute, the color of my true love's hair, puce, mars puce, mars chartreuse, mars bars, little-boy blue, blue bayou, blues in the night, paint-the-town red, do-it-up brown, james brown, dorian gray, red skeleton, red october, tom clancy red, better-dead-than red, better-ill-than teal, greenberg, goldberg, long-john silver, mellow yellow, electrical banana, yellow peril, yellow fever, mayonnaise yellow, mustard, relish, and onions.
Ellen Cherry's head was spinning. She felt dizzy and faint. She should have known better than to mix rum and art supplies.

I went to read it in the Gazebo of my Youth the other day, but when I first got there I found a group of teenagers lazing about in it already and I wasn't about to be the lonely book-reading dork inhabiting the gazebo with them so I waited on a bench until they left. I ate my lunch every day in that gazebo from ages 6 to 13, but I didn't have any lunch with me that time. Just the book and my ipod and the rest of the contents of my zebra bag.

Maybe I'll be able to sleep tonight. Maybe I'll start painting again when I have a September full of spare time. Or at least maybe I'll start up a sketchbook.

A, Y, K, and I webcam chatted for three hours last night. Excessive? What I need to cling to my last threads of sanity? Both??

I think

That Mother Maybelle Carter pwns Elvis any day when it comes to Are You Lonesome Tonight

Elvis:

Maybelle Carter:

I love Elvis. But sometimes, I love the Carter family more.

The Mermaid Problem

THANK YOU, WIKIPEDIA!

Clever

Ice-scream!


AND THIS WEBSITE UTTERLY BLOWS MY MIND. click the words. SEE THE MAGIC UNFOLD.

WEBCAMS! THEY'RE GREAT!

My mood improved exponentially upon seeing the wonder and glory of webcam chatting. It's like my friends are with me! In little boxes in my internet! Who needs to go out and socialize in college when I have virtually everything I need. (LOL VIRTUALLY GET IT>S?werk:"rgihjbrk) Except right now I'm using this like two year old cheap webcam that only shows me as a soundless blur. I'll get a better one on Sunday when I return.

Yesterday A and I napped for hours on the beach and it was wildly pleasant. It made me think of that time after visiting Sister New Hampshire when we just lay around all day. I swear just lying around outside with those you adore is one of the best ways to spend a day. Since you're outside listening to whatever may be around and seeing the sights and getting the outside air and sun, it counts as an entertaining activity, and then you really just can't go wrong lying around half-napping. And I don't just say that because I am a notoriously sedentary person. Though that may influence my feelings on the matter a bit. But, anyway, that was a great day.

Click for high resolution A as waternymph!

The water was all kinds of fantastic also. I ended up having to change into my bathing suit on the beach since I hadn't prepared on actually swimming. I should know myself better than that. Good thing A does, cause she's the one who made me bring the swimsuit just in case. But we were on a secluded stretch of beach, and it's Martha's Vineyard, some people don't even bother with the decency thing at all. AND THE WATER WAS UTTERLY MAGNIFICENT! It was like bathtub water. I caught a hermit crab and some white jellies. (Note the cutting-edge terminology, since they aren't fish and all, like pandas and koalas. And apparently orangutans, though I think that was just to make it more properly Malaysian.) When I was little I used to dig little pits in the sand nearby the water, and they would fill up with water and I'd put all the creatures I found in them and try to build walls to keep them in, but the hermit crabs would always manage to crawl over them. Lobsterville is the best beach for sandcastles and small children. It doesn't get deep till forever, it has all kinds of nifty critters to find, it has really soft sand in a variety of colors, there are shells to find and decorate with, it's great. I've found that people who didn't grow up on it tend to find it narsty though. Oh well. I'll make my children love it, and love it they will.

I think Tim Hardin is great.

30 days till I go to college!

Lunatic fringe

So I went and cut myself some bangs! I figured if Laura Ingalls could do it, so could I. Even though in her case Ma severely disapproved and called it "lunatic fringe," and in my case Mother says it makes me look like her little girl again. A helped.

Vitalis and barbasol

Today I was dragged out of my mopey wallowings to two Granny visitations and one trip to the beach with Father's old childhood friend Ralph who started hating him in 8th grade, ignored Father for the rest of their high school career, and then was stalked down by Father in an elaborate process involving stalking the book Ralph's sister wrote for "clues" and then calling all the Ralph N's in Berkeley, which resulted in a rekindling of their friendship. Ralph's family came to the beach too. I didn't want to go, but as I am again living with my parents I seem to have less control over my activities.
Interlude: Pictured is a man riding a motorcycle with a big dog in the sidecar. Neat? A and I thought so. He so knew we were taking pictures of him.

The waves were GREAT though. I got some quality swimming in (wearing Mother's big collared button down shirt, because, you know, modest is hottest) and I find it near impossible to be dreary when there are nice big green waves to jump over. Then we went back to Granny's again, where I got to explore the record collection of my youth.

There are SO MANY records in that house, and they're all great. There's the Beatles, Simon and Garfunkel, The Mamas and The Papas, Bob Dylan, Bob Marley, The Monkees, old country-folk songs, Guys and Dolls, every other musical a girl could ever desire, square dancing complete with calls...it's genius. It's weird how many childhood memories I have on this island. Everywhere I go I can remember back years of assorted memories. Makes me feel old.

Mopey

KK says that me being mopey is "creating disharmony." Oops.

But um..in other news...look how cute I used to be!

Sad

I feel like a pansy for being sad, but then I think about it and I feel foolish for thinking that being sad is a foolish thing to be. Of course I'm sad. And I'm not even a dumb little girl for being it.

In other news, the boat ride over here was GORGEOUS. The moon was huge and red-orange and since there was just dark water and dark sky it was hovering in a large dark abyss. Pretty cool stuff. A and I listened to our ipods and sat on the top deck looking at the stars and gently swaying. Except I don't think A was looking at the stars or swaying. But whatever. Almost how it went down.

EDITED FOR ACCURACY:
A was indeed looking at the stars!

The best

Of all the half-birthdays I've had, and it's been quite a few by now, this last one was by far the best.

Excessive

There was ANOTHER dead bat in my house today.

Luckily, it wasn't a decaying one this time.

Luckily, we have a slew of able-bodied menfolk willing to do our dirty work.

Unluckily, one can only conclude that my house is swarming with bats just waiting to die and give us rabies. I swear once you've had two dead bats in one week it's only a matter of time before you step on one or roll your face into one in your sleep.

We eat like kings and pretty things

We don't live alone like your average teenager. We don't exist on chips and chocolate and orders from McDonalds. Our munchie fairy doesn't bring us chocolate frosting and skippy peanut butter licked off fingers*, it brings hearty Italian dipping bread dipped in olive oil and parmesan cheese with oregano and hot pepper flakes and delightfully seasoned whole roasted chicken. And what can you do with a whole roasted chicken a few days later? WHY, MAKE SOUP OF COURSE! And make soup we did! Along with homemade pierogi and strawberry rhubarb pie. I swear nobody enjoys their food as much as we do, and I swear nobody puts as much effort into making such a succession of delightful and complete meals as we do. Like K and her Indian food? INCREDIBLE. And balanced! And healthy! And forking good. Get it? Forks? Food? Talk about clever!

Anyway. I think making food and buying the groceries and such is also a beautiful way to spend the summer with my intimate family. There's something downright magical about the food creation process. Ah, chemistry.

Today was a great day, even though we accidentally didn't go to the dump (DANGIT). I liked making our satisfying meal, I liked making our smoldering ember fire, and I liked finding things like toucans riding roosters and badgers talking to squirrels in it.

It kind of kills my soul that it was in all probability our last bonfire. We've had so many this summer, and now with M going away, the end of an era is upon us. Was sadder news ever spoken? I think not. Legit...this sucks.

Also, anything but work is ending in one and a half days. THAT's weird. I'm going to miss those children, but it will be nice having my days free. BUT I WON'T BE ABLE TO FILL THEM WITH HALF MY FRIENDS. GASDFHRISJKL:OIOJKL.

*ok fine except for that one time

My friend Allie lives in Kansas

AND THIS IS WHAT SHE...LITERALLY DOES THERE.

BAT RABIES

So I've been doing a LITTLE research, and I found:

The most widely distributed reservoir of rabies in the United States, however, and the source of most human cases in the U.S., are bats. Nineteen of the twenty-two human rabies cases documented in the United States between 1980 and 1997 have been identified genetically as bat rabies. In many cases, victims are not even aware of having been bitten by a bat, assuming that a small puncture wound found after the fact was the bite of an insect or spider; in some cases, no wound at all can be found, leading to the hypothesis that in some cases the virus can be contracted via inhaling airborne aerosols from the vicinity of bats. For instance, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention warned on May 9, 1997, that a woman who died in October, 1996 in Cumberland County, Kentucky and a man who died in December, 1996 in Missoula County, Montana were both infected with a rabies strain found in silver-haired bats; although bats were found living in the chimney of the woman's home and near the man's place of employment, neither victim could remember having had any contact with them.[23] Similar reports among spelunkers led to experimental demonstration in animals.[24] This inability to recognize a potential infection, in contrast to a bite from a dog or raccoon, leads to a lack of proper prophylactic treatment, and is the cause of the high mortality rate for bat bites.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS
IT MEANS
WE HAVE BAT RABIES.

Still

There is still a decaying bat carcass in my hallway.

One of the upsides of being a girl

Is when you find a decaying bat in your house, your plan of response can be let's wait for the next male to enter the house, he can deal with it.

New Years Resolution 08: Accomplished!

And thus concludes our first week of living alone in my house. I think it was...wildly successful. I mean SURE we MAY have gone a LITTLE overboard in our utilization of our time together. But...whatever. Time well spent.

GUESS WHO GOT HER SLEEPING IN BACK

AWWWW YEAHHHHHH

Does anyone else hear goats?

This week has been great.

TEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHE.

I'm far too tired to really blog again, since I have not had any real naps of any sort today and I stayed up till gosh knows when (like, 1:30 am). But I was able to SLEEP IN to 10:30, when I was awoken by K's gentle voice calling me mushroom head. Not your conventional first words heard in the morningtime, yet what a way to start a day right. The night before consisted of glitter and streamers and all kinds of things. The Olympic opening ceremonies were mesmerizing. A blushed like a schoolgirl upon the arrival of S, who surprisingly enough seems to hold no hard feelings. We had a whale of a good time.


About this going to college thing. I have a bone to pick with it. I'm super pumped for college and all, and I think it will bring many a good time and all sorts of interesting things to learn, but I would really just rather it would take me maybe a maximum of half an hour from all whom I hold dear. But...that isn't happening.

IN OTHER WORDS

Tonight M busted out his science project side and made us a little experiment!

I'm watching a documentary about the food crisis and tens of thousands of tons of soybeans being imported to China, except the man says like Chaana. Like the Chana Masala we had for dinner! That was DELICIOUS. We came home from picking me up at the dentist (man, all that oral hygiene and now I'm eating a lollipop...oops) and there it was WAITING for us! Talk about wonderful surprise. Then we had a couch party. Two days ago, we were all lying around and we found the light that changes color and the (my documentary is called China: Inside Out) luau tape and put on my fancy earrings and then were ready to PARTY but we had to before 8:00 so all we ended up doing was couch party with hermits. But it was great. Then today after our couch party we decided to commence with the extravaganza in the bathroom. And it was EXTRAVAGANT. Let me tell you.

Hulk Hogan and the Quintuplets

I'm going to regret being up this late a lot in the morning. But I came home at 11 and then I had to do a few household errands and get ready for bed and put pictures on facebook and see if my suitemates have posted their rooms on the facebook group and other time consuming yet imperative duties. I also consider blogging one of them, cause if I don't blog now I most likely won't have time to for days since I'm not about to blog when it's noodle nap time or when it's cheese time or when it's beach time or when it's time to make the love shack realize its full potential. MY POINT IS: This weekend was GREAT. The kind of great that I can't even go into now cause it would take so long. But I loved it. A lot.