Robin: i love treasures
me: me too. treasure chests, rainbows, leprochans, pirates, all kinds of booty, jewels, precious metals, solid gold bars, nickels dimes quarters pennys, the susan b. anthony silver dollar..
Robin: brass knuckles, peanut butter & fluff, electric toothbrushes, glitter, grandma's jewelry, found money in pockets...
me: 3 dollars, also 5 ten 15 dollars, things that are reusable, magnets, solar power, intangibility, doing the right thing, hugs, any species of bear, costumes, mental pictures, picture pictures, cd rom...
Robin: baby rabbits, blue eye shadow, hand held walks, re-discovered 8th grade journals, endless talking, fresh air...
me: mountain tops that aren't too snowy, falling in love, frosty lip stick, forgetting things, remembering later, secrets, sorcery and wizards, the landscape of the african continent, company inclusion policies, civil rights, lands of opportunity..
me: sounds, zounds, clay and claymation, puppetry, fireworks, the tooth fairy, discovering fire, rubber band balls, honey bees, lemons, sustainability, recycling, any kind of nut, fruit bearing trees, childbirth
Robin: good words, mashed potato & corn sandwiches, nature documentaries, the genuine ones, hiking down a mountain, bare legs in summer, fuzz packets on animal faces, mangled dance moves, "It's a Wonderful Life" the movie, discovery, self educaiton
me: whiskers, exclamation points, punctuation in general, feelings, having mixed emotions, remembering ghandi, malcom x, dictionaries!, multiplication charts, the periodic table of elements, the 5th element is BORON, helping people out, fixing flat tires, strangers, hope, peace, how to do the heimlic manuver, illustration, small and large spaces, open roads, land, water, sky, air, constant forgiveness
Robin: secrets, spontinaity, arm wrestling matches with people much bigger than you, an everything bagel with nothing left in your teeth, snail mail, bakeries, support, sisterhood, brotherhood, your (neighbor) hood, getting tipsy, hair cuts, unconditional love, knee socks, uniqueness, finding a stream...
me: finding a stream and naming it after native americans, realizing cartoons aren't real for the first time, that not mattering, bookkeepers, libraries with ladders, firemen and women, life savers, compound words, homemade bread, memories of grandma, compost heaps, blueberries, any berry, fingernails, crime scenes, clues, anwsers, discovery, take it or leave it, paper bags, more, more, more
Robin: getting home to a loved one, giant slippers, siblings, picincs, cave paintings, bare feet, planting your first plant, driving around screaming, sticker collections, Disney 45's, making books, innovative binding tacticks, meeting nice strangers, realizing that the world has potential...
me: knowing your neighbors, the people around you, taking the fall, wedding bands, being faithful, waterfalls, upstate, out of town, kissing, hundreds, thousands, millions, billions, feeling lucky, poems, ideas that look like lightbulbs over your head, home alone, good company, love letters, bath soap, smelling fresh, bonita, corn on the cob, barbeque, beauty, rain dances, head dresses, peacock feathers, cruise ships, time travel, light years, rocket ships, potato chips, to do lists, rhyming....
Friday, 27 April 2007
suffering &
when i was a kid i went to summer camp at southampton college. my most vivid memories of this camp involved snack time. the juice came in kegs, my favorite was grape, it was so neon and tasted like raw sugar.
one of my friends at camp was yasmin, she lived next to red lobster on the highway. i went to her house once for a sleepover. her house was like a log cabin, full of adventure. thinking back now it's much more than what it really was, i am imagining a castle made out of tree bark, with carpets made of very green moss.
the time of the sleepover we went to the beach the next day. the bay was FILLED with jellyfish, we couldn't even swim. the water was swollen with their bodies. it was like wading around in cake batter.
yasmin got stung by a red jellyfish and then we'd had enough. we dug two huge giant pits in the sand. one for red one for white. we got nets and skimmed the jellyfish out of the water in large numbers. they got separated by color into the pits, the white to the left and red to the right. we let the white jellyfish die gently, because they don't sting. the red ones we cut into a million peices with sticks, we hurt them because they hurt her. we killed them all and then buried the evidence in the sand. this was our holocaust.
i think about this often. i would like to say i'm sorry.
one of my friends at camp was yasmin, she lived next to red lobster on the highway. i went to her house once for a sleepover. her house was like a log cabin, full of adventure. thinking back now it's much more than what it really was, i am imagining a castle made out of tree bark, with carpets made of very green moss.
the time of the sleepover we went to the beach the next day. the bay was FILLED with jellyfish, we couldn't even swim. the water was swollen with their bodies. it was like wading around in cake batter.
yasmin got stung by a red jellyfish and then we'd had enough. we dug two huge giant pits in the sand. one for red one for white. we got nets and skimmed the jellyfish out of the water in large numbers. they got separated by color into the pits, the white to the left and red to the right. we let the white jellyfish die gently, because they don't sting. the red ones we cut into a million peices with sticks, we hurt them because they hurt her. we killed them all and then buried the evidence in the sand. this was our holocaust.
i think about this often. i would like to say i'm sorry.
Thursday, 26 April 2007
pop pop
when i was young i lied all the time. like when i moved from brooklyn to the country and at my new school told everyone that i used to have a dog. i have never had a dog. the thing is who cares.
when i moved i didn't make any friends really. one or two. one was leah. she had the kind of house that doesn't really have a first floor. i think there was a washing machine and a commadore computer in a tiny room, but generally, you walked in the front door and up a flight of stairs. the living room was on the right side. they always had a christmas tree up.
anyway we played all kinds of games. once we were entymologists. we caught different kinds of bugs and stored them in bags or ziplock containers. we attracted bees with honey and glitter in a dish, and then poisened them with hand soap. we had ants, too, and termites and june bugs and house flies. we invented so many traps.
we would draw a lot too. we each had to draw a machine and the other one couldn't see it. then when we were done we would show each other our machines and decide which one would win in a fight. sometimes i just drew rocket ships that said u.s.a.
also i wrote books. my character was named pig ponytail. she was 33,333 years old. the most she ever said out loud was hi my name is pig ponytail.
we were pretty good friends.
still she didn't believe me when i told her my aunt invented the recipe for the pop tarts crust.
when i moved i didn't make any friends really. one or two. one was leah. she had the kind of house that doesn't really have a first floor. i think there was a washing machine and a commadore computer in a tiny room, but generally, you walked in the front door and up a flight of stairs. the living room was on the right side. they always had a christmas tree up.
anyway we played all kinds of games. once we were entymologists. we caught different kinds of bugs and stored them in bags or ziplock containers. we attracted bees with honey and glitter in a dish, and then poisened them with hand soap. we had ants, too, and termites and june bugs and house flies. we invented so many traps.
we would draw a lot too. we each had to draw a machine and the other one couldn't see it. then when we were done we would show each other our machines and decide which one would win in a fight. sometimes i just drew rocket ships that said u.s.a.
also i wrote books. my character was named pig ponytail. she was 33,333 years old. the most she ever said out loud was hi my name is pig ponytail.
we were pretty good friends.
still she didn't believe me when i told her my aunt invented the recipe for the pop tarts crust.
Wednesday, 25 April 2007
richard brautigan! i agree.
Gee, You're So Beautiful That It's Starting To Rain
Oh, Marcia,
I want your long blonde beauty
to be taught in high school,
so kids will learn that God
lives like music in the skin
and sounds like a sunshine harpsicord.
I want high school report cards
to look like this:
Playing with Gentle Glass Things
A
Computer Magic
A
Writing Letters to Those You Love
A
Finding out about Fish
A
Marcia's Long Blonde Beauty
A+!
Oh, Marcia,
I want your long blonde beauty
to be taught in high school,
so kids will learn that God
lives like music in the skin
and sounds like a sunshine harpsicord.
I want high school report cards
to look like this:
Playing with Gentle Glass Things
A
Computer Magic
A
Writing Letters to Those You Love
A
Finding out about Fish
A
Marcia's Long Blonde Beauty
A+!
Tuesday, 24 April 2007
yes no maybe so
if i could go anywhere in the world this is where i would go:
Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateaturipukakapikimaungahoronukupokaiwhenuakitanatahu
it's the name of a hill in new zealand. it means: "...this hill uses the second form, which translates roughly as The brow [or summit] of the hill [or place], where Tamatea, the man with the big knees, who slid [down], climbed [up] and swallowed mountains, [to travel the land], [who is] known as the land eater, played [on] his [nose] flute to his loved one."
i can't think of anything i love more than that!
Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateaturipukakapikimaungahoronukupokaiwhenuakitanatahu
it's the name of a hill in new zealand. it means: "...this hill uses the second form, which translates roughly as The brow [or summit] of the hill [or place], where Tamatea, the man with the big knees, who slid [down], climbed [up] and swallowed mountains, [to travel the land], [who is] known as the land eater, played [on] his [nose] flute to his loved one."
i can't think of anything i love more than that!
half as much again
here is something that i love:
sesquipedalian
1615, from Latin sesquipedalia verba "words a foot-and-a-half long," in Horace's "Ars Poetica" (97), nicely illustrating the thing he is criticizing, from sesqui- "half as much again"
also (this is from wikipedia):
The longest word in any of the major English language dictionaries is pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, a 45-letter word that refers to a lung disease contracted from the inhalation of fine silica dust. Research has discovered that this word was originally intended as a hoax. It has since been used in a close approximation of its originally intended meaning, lending at least some degree of validity to its claim.
The Oxford English Dictionary contains pseudopseudohypoparathyroidism (30 letters).
The longest non-technical word in major dictionaries is floccinaucinihilipilification at 29 letters. Consisting of a series of Latin words meaning "nothing" and defined as "the act of estimating something as worthless," its usage has been recorded as far back as 1741. In recent times its usage has been recorded in the proceedings of the United States Senate by Senator Robert Byrd, and at the White House by Bill Clinton's press secretary Mike McCurry, albeit sarcastically.
albeit.
sesquipedalian
1615, from Latin sesquipedalia verba "words a foot-and-a-half long," in Horace's "Ars Poetica" (97), nicely illustrating the thing he is criticizing, from sesqui- "half as much again"
also (this is from wikipedia):
The longest word in any of the major English language dictionaries is pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, a 45-letter word that refers to a lung disease contracted from the inhalation of fine silica dust. Research has discovered that this word was originally intended as a hoax. It has since been used in a close approximation of its originally intended meaning, lending at least some degree of validity to its claim.
The Oxford English Dictionary contains pseudopseudohypoparathyroidism (30 letters).
The longest non-technical word in major dictionaries is floccinaucinihilipilification at 29 letters. Consisting of a series of Latin words meaning "nothing" and defined as "the act of estimating something as worthless," its usage has been recorded as far back as 1741. In recent times its usage has been recorded in the proceedings of the United States Senate by Senator Robert Byrd, and at the White House by Bill Clinton's press secretary Mike McCurry, albeit sarcastically.
albeit.
this and that
there are two of me, especially today.
i found this email today that i wrote on wednesday june 28, 2006.
today i hung thirty pictures on the wall. they are of children, of legs, of old men, of a woman bending over in the grass. i have also been drinking a lot of cherry seltzer. i am trying to make myself feel better. i think it's working.
i was reading an old journal of mine today where i wrote about turgenev and his iced water.
do you remember?
it was so beautiful.
i miss our correspondence. please write to me again. tell me about your eggplants.
i will always remember (as we remember things we've never witnessed) you in your garden. i can also remember you eating dinner at a round table, washing a plate, wearing pajamas, picking a raspberry, laughing, stamping an envelope, and touching the side of your face when you read.
i miss our language.
it was a nice thing to discover.
sometimes i feel like i am being myself in one way at the expense of all the other ways.
so here i am, fractured.
i found this email today that i wrote on wednesday june 28, 2006.
today i hung thirty pictures on the wall. they are of children, of legs, of old men, of a woman bending over in the grass. i have also been drinking a lot of cherry seltzer. i am trying to make myself feel better. i think it's working.
i was reading an old journal of mine today where i wrote about turgenev and his iced water.
do you remember?
it was so beautiful.
i miss our correspondence. please write to me again. tell me about your eggplants.
i will always remember (as we remember things we've never witnessed) you in your garden. i can also remember you eating dinner at a round table, washing a plate, wearing pajamas, picking a raspberry, laughing, stamping an envelope, and touching the side of your face when you read.
i miss our language.
it was a nice thing to discover.
sometimes i feel like i am being myself in one way at the expense of all the other ways.
so here i am, fractured.
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