February 2012
2 posts
The lamp
Despite all the claims, David Byrne purposely made sense with “This must be the place.”
Last night I was on the treadmill and randomly selected an Arcade Fire cover of it. It didn’t sound as great. Nor did it bring me back to Lorimer Street, the night before a stomach flu bug rampage through the apartment, and two brothers—a Hugh and a Connor—flounced around the...
Thumb tack
Some days, you’re just awake. And that’s enough.
January 2012
2 posts
Something rather fabulous
I’m supposed to be in the shower.
Guests arriving for whatever today’s football game is. Chili on. Pizza dough rising. Beer.
I’m fooling. I know about the game. I know Newt win the North Carolina primary. I know some big famous coach died this morning, that is, after the media falsely reported it last night and Facebook barfed sads everywhere.
I know damn well it’s...
December 2011
2 posts
My baby is waking up so I only have a minute or so
My baby wakes up early. So do I. We play and read books and clean ourselves up.
Denver commercials are pitiful. I hear them in the background while the baby dolls are wrapped in blankets at my feet. The blankets are rewrapped about 20 times. Sometimes I intervene to show her how to burrito wrap the doll. Keeps it warm longer. Less easy to unwrap so sometimes she gets frustrated and the baby doll...
October 2011
1 post
What scares me
the most is that it doesn’t matter how much money you have. It doesn’t matter what your resources are. Cancer will kill you if it wants to.
September 2011
5 posts
On my run last night
I saw a snake, two rabbits (both in my front yard), four dogs and one absolutely terrifying man who scared the daylights out of me right in the middle of evening yet daylight rush hour.
Matt says no more running in the daylight-ey rush hour areas anymore because I’d rather see a scared little garden snake than a scary man like that ever again whilst jogging with my wee toddler.
It's funny what a crayon can do
These days, I have a zillion crayons scattered everywhere. They seem to grow like mushrooms in the wetness and sometimes they’re pretty and other times, they are broken or their tips are gnarled or they’re colors are ugly.
I always want my crayons sharp—even if the crayon is down to an inch or so from hard work. The sharpness makes it easier to stay in the lines. I suppose the...
Everyone wants a piece of the pie
Dear NYC on 9/11/01,
I tried to watch you on Dateline last night, hoping, as I do every year, that maybe I can actually get through a segment. Alas, I failed.
I do understand the honor required with remembrance. But, why does everyone in the world want a piece of you? Why do people feel the need to continue rehashing this solvent event and replaying it over and over? I think it’s because...
Mourning summer
It’s over very suddenly.
And, I am surprised at my very sad, sappy and hormonal response to the past few gloomy days. Surely, we’re at an Indian summer stage and a nice warm night will return soon so I can sit on my porch and watch my baby run around.
I hope. I know it’ll be back next year, but that’s the equivalent of a pregnancy, which is a very, very very long time.
I...
Berlin. Check!
Oh, to have re-embraced my books in time for fall is a small little piece of banana creme pie every single night. I even read yesterday during the afternoon while a certain little person was napping. I love to read! (But have a small problem with falling asleep quickly while reading. Mommy sleep.)
I just finished a really well-done non-fiction narrative (probably my very favorite type of writing)...
August 2011
2 posts
xojane.com
There really is nothing quite like it out there. My new obsession and daily read. You’ll like it, too.
Promise.
Guilt is Like Deodorant
Guilt is for the birds, right? Yet, we humans don’t leave the house without putting on a nice layer of remorse about something or another. My first memory of guilt is from Disney World, age kindergarten. I threw up on the trolley to Epcot Center after eating a burrito. It was the onions (I suffered from taste aversion of onions well into adulthood, by the way).
But I felt terrible because...
July 2011
1 post
Weather
Everyone talks about it. I used to think it was this silly conversation or discussion or start of making the best of nothing else to talk about, but it’s not. It’s the Spanx of humanity, controlling yet not quite something anyone can get their hands around. No behavioral control. Roams on its own. Influenced by patterns and temperatures and atmosphere.
To think about how awful weather...
June 2011
3 posts
Do that thing you do
I do this thing, when I have time alone early in the morning, where I sit at the dining table, bookshelf fully loaded to my right, and I pick a book and randomly open the page to search for something to make sense of my current state.
I did this as a teen. And a twenty-something. Turn on the radio. Wait for the song to explain it all.
This is my faith, I suppose. I have little otherwise, but I...
I happened to be thinking about coal and suddenly...
I am the poet of reality
I say the earth is not an echo
Nor man an apparition;
But that all the things seen are real,
The witness and albic dawn of things equally real
I have split the earth and the hard coal and rocks and the solid bed of
the sea
And went down to reconnoitre there a long time,
And bring back a report,
And I understand that those are positive and dense every one
And that...
May 2011
3 posts
Turntable on. Record spinning.
Again.
It’s not news. I miss New York. I miss it a lot. The flashes are sometimes like those of your first boyfriend, when you suddenly recall a moment with him or being somewhere together. But you have to exemplify the moment about 100 times to make it feel like missing New York.
I don’t miss places or moments as much in the winter. Once May hurls itself into my path, though, my...
Last night
A cat screamed it’s tiny tongue out all over my porch. I heard it. I heard it being attacked by a local living coyote. As their fight progressed, the kitty was flung from the garden — a weak excuse of a garden — onto the gate entry way.
I wasn’t sure what to do. “What should I do?” I thought. I might knock on the window, distract the mean coyote, detail the...
WatchLove.
April 2011
1 post
Bwahahahahahahaaa
Yes, laughing at you, with you and for you.
March 2011
12 posts
A babyling
I should call her a yearling because baby girlzo is gonna be a year old on Sunday. I can’t believe it. Tonight, I used a round brush to bounce out her curly hair after the bath. Wow. I almost can’t believe how much of a thrill she is. So sweet.
In fact, she graduates to her very own online space on Monday. It’s a private space and Denverette will resume as a public schmazz hat...
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I had to repost in honor of the funniest Irishman I know in honor of St Patrick’s Day. Ha ha. Bet you thought I’d post a big photo of my big baby, but I didn’t.
Line of Best Fit
I’m in Brooklyn today, on the third floor of an apartment on Lorimer Street. I just bought a Death Cab album for my CD player and walked home through McCarren Park, past the automotive high school and dozing Polish men.
The album was so lowly in the production department. But the bones were there.
It is 2002. I’m 25 years old. And it’s October. All the raves, they will come...
February 2011
7 posts
Yeah, yeah
I’m terrible about updating, but have a good excuse this time: no Internet.
Why? Because we grew up and moved into our first house and it took a very long time for the Internet people to hook us up. But, we’re back and slowly — ever so slowly — settling in. It’s weird. And quiet. And I’m not sure, but today it sort of felt like home for the first time.
Our...
In Boston...
The snow reaches great heights, but it’s always nice to be near an ocean. At the very least our dried out noses get some refreshing. And Ginger gets quality family time. Can’t beat that with a lil’ Dunkies at my feet every which way I look.
In L.A.
It’s 80 degrees and bumpin’ with Lohan news all over the place. Miss my baby(ies) and my new housie, but this sunshine is filling me right up.
Too nice. Off to the other coast tomorrow.
January 2011
21 posts
Did you try it?
I did. It’s smelly like coconut suntan oil. It’s frothy and full of granules. It’s sheltered in the snow and sitting on steps. It’s splitting my brain in two. It’s filtering eccentricities out my mouth and disappearing my frailties.
Not the obvious. Not a restaurant. Not a beach.
Just a jaunt back onto my old fire escape above the old man who shivered with bourbon...
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