the house is warm and the left-overs are tucked away safely in the fridge. i had ham and mashed potatoes once already today and plan to have another plate of said deliciousness once more before bed. it is the third ham i've ever made and this time i got it perfectly right. it is just the right level of saltiness. so yummy. i love salty foods. and we also have a brand new bag of pistachios which will be chomped on at some point this evening as well.
we did leave the house for a while today, in spite of it being Black Friday, to go to the book store. i hate Black Friday and i do not participate. i do not find it to be exciting or exhilarating in the slightest. i don't think it's funny to be mean to people and i don't like it when i'm put in the position to be mean back just to maintain my own personal safety. there is no deal so sweet that i am bribed in to venturing out at 3am to go shopping. none. besides, seeing grandmothers fight over sweaters and grown men fight over computer screens is not joyous for me. i find it all sadly silly, to say the least, and morally abhorrent, to say it best. fuck Black Friday and all it stands for.
but the book store was pretty much as empty as it always is. sad... but at least one safe haven, one room of peace and silence, one bastion of intelligence and beauty and goodness for me to duck in to. i picked up another copy of Catcher in the Rye because some friend (i have no clue which one) stole my last copy of it. this has happened twice now. i can't make sense of it. the other thing friends, or shall i say "friends", steal from me is Hole's "Live Through This". i've had to re-buy that album more times than i can remember. it is no longer lent out to anyone. ANYONE. it's MINE MINE MINE and NO YOU CAN'T BORROW IT, DON'T EVEN LOOK AT IT!
but back to books- i also got angela carter's "The Bloody Chamber" and Lewis Carrol's "Alice in Wonderland". can you believe i've never read it? AHHHHHHHHHHH! shameful, i know! but i will rectify this most grievous trespass shortly. i promise. there's really no excuse for this except maybe that was the year i had a bad teacher or something. i really don't know. at any rate, i've got my very own copy now and will read it this winter. it seemed like the perfect book to lay in bed all day with.
and as the cashier rang me up, i noticed what a spooky little girl my purchases made me look like. it made me smile. the guy behind the counter smiled back, not creeped out in the slightest. good man.
these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.
Nov 27, 2009
sigh...
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I can't wait to see how your art changes once you meet Alice. Remember to get the second book, Through the Looking-Glass.
xoxo
ps. Such a beautiful post your writing shining through.
me too. i skimmed it in the book store and the creep of it was infectious, even in snippets.
i got the duel addition. i'll read the two stories back to back and see where i land. i am looking forward to it. and it seems a perfect follow up to The Bloody Chamber- darkly re-worked fairy-tales. as if fairy-tales aren't dark and insidious enough. angela carter's writing grabs me. there is something in it. it will be good to move on to Alice after this. and this day, all windy and weird, seems perfect for it as well. this weather will make it sink in to me in unpredictable ways.
thank you. :) (blushing) i am trying for better. the writing. it is becoming more and more important. more neccessary. i didn't think it possible.
I feel incredibly possessive over my catcher in the rye. Sometimes it makes me feel like a bad person, but some things I can't share, and that's ok I guess. It's an old copy -- tattered and worn in nicely, I don't want to loose that. Sorry about the thiefs, I'm sure they didn't mean it. Maybe one day our two copies will find their ways back to you.
alanna, that's how i feel too. which sucks because now we've publically aligned ourselves with the weird group of psychos who carry that book around in their pocket and shoot people. oops. but i'm sure you're right... i doubt the theft of it was on purpose but i have learned my lesson nevertheless.
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