Currents, November 2014


Project: This year's Christmas card photo. There's 5 of us this year, and I'm hopeful I can make something work that won't include photoshopping us all together.
Movie: I loved Gone Girl so much. It re-inspired my hope that David Fincher makes more Girl With The Dragon Tattoo movies. I watched Birdman last night and I liked it but I don't recommend seeing it on the big screen. I had to take two advil and a dramamine and I was still nauseous when I left the theater.
Food: I'm trying out NatureBox for a few months. I don't love cooking and my diet generally consists of ready-to-eat food, so I want to try to eat a bit healthier. 
Celebrity Crush: John Cho in the show Selfie
Obsession: Showing off Bridget's Flora.Forager instagram account to everyone I know. 
Book: I'm reading Garlic and Sapphires by Ruth Reichl for book club, and I'm eager to start the 3rd (and final?) novel in the Mara Dyer series.
Drink: I'm really into Naked's Orange Mango juice right now.
Thankfulness: So, two days after it arrived in the mail, my new iPhone 6 fell in my toilet. And it never woke up. I took it to the Apple store, and only one of the 4 water-detection sensors had been triggered, so my Apple Genius guy replaced it for me under warranty as it "having problems powering on," not as water-damaged. I'll never stop being thankful for that Apple Genius. 
Location: I'm dreaming of a (local) vacation spot for my 30th birthday (still 5 months away).
Fashion: My sweater boots are back in rotation! #blessed
TV show: The Fall is finally back for season 2! And I'm late to the game but really enjoying Lillyhammer.
Music: I'm loving Taylor Swift's new album 1989, and eagerly anticipating One Direction's new album. But all day today I'm playing this: 

Wishlist: This ring.
Reminder: "I chose and my world was shaken. So what? The choice may have been mistaken, the choosing was not. You have to move on." - (x)

The Narcotic That Got Away (Which Is a Good Thing Because Addiction is Real, People)


I've written about my love of Dilaudid before, but since I haven't had any since 2010, I don't really have anything new to say about it. That's not to say that I don't bring it up whenever someone talks about pain meds or being in the hospital because I totally do. But two days ago The Paris Review Instagram account posted Diana Ó Hehir's poem "Sleeping Pill" and it immediately reminded me of being on Dilaudid. If sleeping pills exist that can give you this kind of feeling, then, Diana, you need to DISH, bitch. I don't care that your 85 years old, you need to share that Rx with the world.

And then the drug takes hold
And goes down into your arms and fingers,
Wipes the pain along in front of it, washes
Cells clear. The white moons come back in your fingernails,
The bed unfreezes and cradles you; it becomes
That nest you remember from childhood, coaxed from a
            mat of leaves,
Wedged up close to the oak tree.
You lie there with your friend with the pale green eyes,
            the one who was shot in Vallejo.

He smells of dust and soap, there are shadows of leaf on his
            face; he props
Himself up on one freckled elbow;
The hot California day wraps you in its dry tart smell.

And now the drug drowns the base of your spine, it floats
A pale warm ocean around the base of the tree, drowns
The lover in his khaki pants; pulls you
Empty as a new boat,

Currents, October 2014


Drink: Prosecco and tangerine juice mimosas from my friend Eryn's baby shower. Tangerine juice. Who knew? (Thanks, Olga!)
Current Project: I'm investigating/researching/reading up on Radical Feminism. For funsies! My kingdom for a Women's Studies graduate program in the NW.
Location: Anywhere it's cloudy and raining or misty and gray or chilly and windy. Ideally all of the above.
TV Shows: Can we talk about how GREAT it is seeing David Tennant on a Fox TV show? It warms my heart. What warms my heart even more? That they kept his gorgeous beard stubble. If you didn't see Broadchurch when it aired last year in the UK, go watch it first. But then start watching the American version, Gracepoint, starring David and Breaking Bad's Anna Gunn. The teleplay is by the same person, the sometimes-Doctor Who writer Chris Chibnall. He wrote "42", one of my favorite episodes ever. As for other new fall shows, I'm watching Gotham (and loathing it), Blackish (and enjoying it), The Mysteries of Laura (and liking it more than expected), How To Get Away With Murder (and already liking it better than Scandal), and finally, The Red Band Society (and super back and forth about it). Also, I'm still watching Outlander, but unfortunately, I have to retract my former high praise. I got to a certain part in the book that really upset me. I'm hopeful they'll portray it differently (or not at all) in the show, but those hopes aren't high, judging by how closely they've stuck to the source material so far.
Worry: I'm taking Stevie in for a private session with a dog behaviorist this month and I'm quite nervous about it. 
Movie: I re-watched Happy Gilmore last weekend (to get prepped for watching the Ryder Cup), and realized I should be watching it on at least an annual basis.
Food: I'm super into Zoi Greek yogurt right now. The only part I don't like is the fruit on the bottom. Someone find me a nice single man who likes cats and chunky fruit at the bottom of yogurt containers but not the yogurt itself. 
Celebrity Crush: Josh Lucas in The Mysteries of Laura.
Obsession: Finding childhood crap on Ebay. I'm planning on doing a post about it soon!
Book: Well, loads of radical feminism books with titles like The Industrial Vagina, The Spinster and Her Enemies, Against Sadomasochism, etc. But in fiction I'm in the second book of the Mara Dyer series. The first one, The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer, had me hooked; I read it in one night! But the second is definitely less gripping. It's creepier, which I like, but a lot less smoochy-time between her and Noah, which I dislike.
Thankfulness: For the energy I had to clean my condo this weekend. Summer stuff is in storage, deck is cleaned...
Indulgence: Almond Roca for breakfast.
Fashion: I'm getting ready to dye my hair a new color for the fall/winter.
Music: This song (thanks to this SYTYCD routine):
Wishlist: The right idea for my holiday photo this year...
Reminder: "Falling in love with yourself first doesn't make you vain or selfish, it makes you indestructible." (x)

Why I Love Pumpkins


Because they roll into town on the backs of trucks
with a loud, orange
tomatoes, apples, and melons
moving from the market stalls
to make way for their huge invasion.

Because the grocers pile them row on row
with the same skill that builds stone fences.

Because this fall for the first time, living
as I now do farther south, I saw
a whole field, pumpkins tumbling
to the horizon and doubling back,
and I had to stop the car to stare
as if I'd come upon a herd of deer.

Because they are more accurate than calendars or clocks.

Because of the grin some mother or father
carves for a child. The nose,
the triangular eyes that look at you
as if they know your face.

Because a candle flickers inside inside their heads
like memory
striking its paper matches and blowing them out.

Because they are the last
of autumn's light, the last to ripen,
an explosion, a contradiction of
colour in the colourless fields.

Because their flowers are deep yellow,
because their five-lobed leaves resemble hearts,
because pumpkinseed is also
the name of a fresh-water
fish resembling perch and the name of a type
of sailing boat.
Because you can therefore travel on a pumpkinseed
across any kind of water, or holding it to your ear,
hear the secrets of the sea.

Because the OED says, "A single pumpkin could furnish
a fortnight's pottage."

Because they are not a vegetable
for the delicate, the weak-hearted.
When you knock on their doors, someone
might answer, beckon you inside.

Because they are moons defeated by gravity,

hugging the earth in their orbits, as we do,
dust to dust. Because in soups and pies
and thick slices of pumpkin bread,

we taste what they know of time.

Because of the small distances
they travel on their trailing vines.

Because they float just above the earth
like lighted buoys marking the safest entrance
to the harbour.

Because the deer, born in the spring,
return to the pumpkin fields
after the harvest,
and are lost,
though they nibble with their soft mouths
the broken shells left on the ground
and slowly
find their way.

Because the first snow falls,
the first snow falls,
into the huge silence
the pumpkins leave in the fields.

- Lorna Crozier (x)


I took a photography class! Expect my photos to be at least 20% better. Until I forget everything I learned.



Currents, September 2014


Drink: I shared a bottle of Volcano Vineyards red Bend Blend wine this weekend that was excellent.
Project: My condo has 'popcorn' ceilings (save in the bathroom) so I don't have an option of adding more overhead lighting to my rooms without professional assistance. So I make do with a variety of floor, table, and string lights, and pendants I'm able to hook to existing track lighting...tracks. But some evenings I sit in a fairly dark home because going around to switch on every independent light source only to then have to make the same rounds to switch them off a few hours later gets tiresome. SO. My dad introduced me to these remote control outlet systems where you plug in all your power sources to matching outlet boxes, and then they all turn on or off from a flick of one switch! I'm hoping to get all my lights on the same system (at least per room), and maybe even my electronics in order to save me time, keep the place well lit, and maybe even save some energy too.
Current Location: My desk at work has been raised to a standing desk! It's great to have the option to stand--it's healthier and makes some manual tasks easier--but if nothing else it's great to sit at my desk and be at eye-level with people who stop by.
TV Show: Are you ready? I'm head over heels in love with Starz's adaptation of the Outlander series (only 4 episodes have been released so far in the premiere season). I'm reading the books now too and in love with the whole world and its characters. Scotland, time travel, and romance, all with a fabulously smart and strong lead female character. HonestlyJust watch/read it. 
Book: I finished Tiny Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed. I was at amazed at how she was able to tackle to so many complex and heart-breaking issues brought to her by readers. 
What you learned as you sat bedside with Emma in the intensive care unit is that your idea of God as a possibly nonexistent spirit man who may or may not hear your prayers and may or may not swoop in to save your ass when the going gets rough is a losing prospect.            
So it's up to you to create a better one. A bigger one. Which is really, almost always, something smaller.            
What if you allowed your God to exist in the simple words of compassion others offer to you? What if faith is the way it feels to lay your hand on your daughter's sacred body? What if the greatest beauty of the day is the shaft of sunlight through your window? What if the worst thing happened and you rose anyway? What if you trusted in the human scale? What if you listened harder to the story of the man on the cross who found a way to endure his suffering than to the one about the impossible magic of the Messiah? Would you see the miracle in that?
Movie: I saw Guardians of the Galaxy and really liked it, but I think it was over-hyped (for me).
Food: Last night I had bruschetta with grilled nectarines, herbed goat cheese and honey.
Celebrity Crush: Well, Outlander's Sam Heughan (above) goes without saying. But Peter Capaldi's Doctor is a close second. So charming, so funny, I'm so HAPPY to have him in the role.
Thankfulness: Pumpkin spice lattes, now and forever. Or at least for the next 4 months until the stores run out of syrup again.
Time-Stealer: Coupon-clipping.
Indulgence: Lemonilla Tillabars. Don't ask, just eat.
Fashion: I need to find a black leather (or high quality faux-leather) jacket that isn't too cropped. And then I need the money to buy it.
Music: "Burn This Town" by Battleme.  I'll find you if you wanna be found.
Reminder: "Having a low opinion of yourself is not modesty. It's self-destruction." - Bobbe Sommer

#165: Imperial Bedroom by Elvis Costello and The Attractions


Imperial Bedroom by Elvis Costello and The Attractions (1982)

Favorite Tracks: "Beyond Belief" and "Tears Before Bedtime" and "Shabby Doll" and "Man Out of Time" and "Almost Blue" and "...And In Every Home" and "Human Hands" and "Kid About It" and "Boy with a Problem" and "Pidgin English" and "You Little Fool" and "Town Cryer"

Thoughts: WOW. I like Elvis Costello, but I was a little bummed to have another of his albums when I JUST listened to him at #167. But after Metallica, I decided I should count my blessings, as it were. So I half-heartedly queued up the album's first track, "Beyond Belief", and GOOD LORD. I had to listen to it another 6 times before moving on to the next track. It knocked my socks off. The soft, quick singing as the song builds and builds. What a great start to an album--one of the strongest I've experienced when hearing a song for the first time. I couldn't wait to see what the rest of the album held in store.

"Tears Before Bedtime" was less impactful, but it was still a fun and groovy listen. It reminded me vaguely of Prince. "Shabby Doll" was just alright until at about the minute mark the piano came in and then I LOVED it. "The Long Honeymoon" was a nice song, but I kept being distracted by the wire percussion brushes in my left headphone. They sound just like a cat kicking in a litter box.

"Man Out of Time" has more killer piano, and a great building sound as well. "Almost Blue" is a classic sad song, apparently inspired by Chet Baker's version of "The Thrill is Gone." Almost me, almost you, almost blue.

Side 1 ends with "...And in Every Home," full of fun horns and orchestrations. Side two opens with upbeat "The Loved Ones" and then comes the romantic "Human Hands" which had me rocking my head and once again enjoying the piano part. "Kid About It" also had a great intimacy about it with the volume fluctuations of Elvis' singing. The next stand-out track was "Pidgin English"--a complex and fun song that reminded me of Bowie, doo-wop, late 60s Beatles (the horns), and features Elvis singing in several types of voices. Give it a listen! It's shocking that it wasn't released as a single.

The album ends with a bang: "Town Cryer", a piano and orchestra-laden masterpiece. Seriously, check out this album.

Is This Better Than Every Picture Tells A Story?: Certainly as good!