June 14, 2006
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Sometimes I think I’m bigger than the sound
The bus ride home from work is often a melodic journey into rap, thanks to the band of young teenage kids who wear black and go all gangsta on the back seat. Yesterday though, we were serenaded by 3 school girls with ash blonde hair and skirts up to their mid-thighs, who sang Roxie from the musical Chicago, in perfect form.
Right now I’m listening to my friend Hannah. She plays cello and guitar, writes and sings. She is one of the coolest, dizziest, most unique and confident young women I know. She could really go far, if she only knew what she was doing from one day to the next. She has no idea when or where she’s playing, fails to write song parts until the very last minute, wears hats really well and has a tendency to go missing for days at a time. Recently she went to a wedding wearing a white strapless prom dress, on to which she’d sewn a line of buttons, and a big red hat. She got a little emotional and cried, so had to wear these huge Jacqui O sunglasses to hide the puffy eyes and smeared mascara. Apparently she looked like someone’s mad aunt on valium. I like the image and think I might use it.
Check out her band’s site: http://www.myspace.com/moulettes (note: Devil of Mine is the best).
I have a friend who sends me a picture of a different flower almost every day. Just because he knows how much I adore flowers. I thank you.
And now, for Manuka, another spider pic. This web seems to have a life of its own. In fact, I’m inclined to think the web itself spun the spider out of meaty, bristly threads. This pulsating piece of web lives in the corner of the window in my study. Yes, I don’t clean. Have you noticed? I am missing that domesticated gene, alas, along with many others. That spider shaped thing in the middle is actually a shed skin (if only, if only we could do that. Leave one Rachel-shaped skin in the bed of a morning. Get up all fresh and new and pink and dazzling.) But if you look to the bottom left, you’ll see the little beast iself, wearing its new summer jacket.
If you want inside her
Well, Boy you better make her raspberry swirl…
The water was barely moving, but because the flash wasn’t on, it ended up looking like a maelstrom:
The book I read in the bath is beginning to wilt. I like books to look used. I used to fear cracking the spine, tearing the pages, spilling the sauce. But now I like the stains and crinkles, the rips and tears, the memory, the feeling. I can’t stay in the bath too long though. I find I dislike being submerged in water for too long. It’s suffocating. And I fear I may rust. So I let the water drain, but remained in the bath. The strangest thing, feeling yourself getting heavier and heavier, as the water pours away. Feeling like a big dead thing. All the weight of a corpse, all nerve endings softened, paralysis. Floatlessness soothes but when it is gone you feel so much heavier than you were before. And then E came in and wondered why I was lying in a bath without water, covered in bubbles and reading a book.
Apologies, this post got much longer than I had intended. Oh how she doth ramble. Bind her, gag her and leave her for the Christians.
Comments (18)
I do that sometimes, too. I love the sensation of air drying in a warm room. It’s like freezing gently. Several of my books have rumpled corners from where I dozed reading them and they slowly sank into the water.
The perception of age gives books a certain air of respectability. I mean, look at all those new fangled crisp ones they’re all so terribly ungracious. That music, oh, it’s lovely. It makes my body gooey and utterly twitchy, like a dyspeptic witch having a furious row with Mr. Punch. Excuse the expression. It’s delicious, though. The words bubbly toes keep popping up in my mind, a terrible obfuscation of the subconscious nagging at me incessantly. Bubbly, bubbly toeesies.
tori is a naughty girl.
you are a naughty girl.
what an odd spider. what big front arms it has!
front legs, sorry. i’m kind of exhausted and oddly nervous. can’t think very well when i am so fucked up.
I strongly dislike the feeling of staying in the bath while the water drains. It feels like getting out of a swimming pool, except much, much worse.
You have the greatest legs on xanga.
2nd to last picture is way cool, last picture is hot. -
squink. the cello is a wonderful wonderful wonderful instrument. smooth and chocolaty and strangely mellow at the same time, like a well aged chocolate infused with caramel. that same smooth bite. muuusic.
i hardly ever take baths these days, i almost completely forgot about that heavyness feeling when the water drains!
i like the maelstrom.
From one bathtub reader to another, gotta love those spiders.
Hannah has a pretty voice ( a bit PJ Harvey-esque) and is quite the looker, too. I like the photo of her in the bathtub with raw meat on her breasts.
That last photo of your legs in the bath is quite sexy, too.
What’s your nailpolish color, madam?
‘sashimi and edamame? What’s that? Similar to sushi I guess.’
Yup, sashimi is indeed similar to sushi. Sushi is just slabs of raw fish; sashimi is the raw fish combined with other ingredients (i.e. rice and avocado) and rolled in seaweed.
Edamame is soybeans. It looks like pea pods, but tastes more like toasted pumpkin seeds. It’s often served alongside sushi or shashimi. Some eaters dip it in soy sauce–but not I.
Who is your current profile photo?
Oh how she doth ramble. Bind her, gag her and leave her for the Christians.
god, you’re fucking wonderful. The only thing I hate about leaving you comments is that there’s never any way I could ever possibly comment on all the good stuff.
I am somewhat the same with my talent as your friend. But my procrastination and lack of action is more because of fear than anything else.
pretty much yeah:) it’s huge! i’ve never gone so big before and now i can’t go back!
i’ve never read books in the bath, but i have borrowed books from a friend who does.
they’re all nicely rippled:)
nice toes.
I love your photography! Just thought I’d get that out there.
Also, the pic of the spider and his web was really good, in a creepy sort of way…I would have never been brave enough to take a picture of it (it looks huge!!) let alone get close enough (I guess those are one and the same).
I liked the link to “The Moulettes” band…very cool! I love the sound they have.
I know what you mean about that freaky, heavy feeling. I love taking baths, but for some reason, staying in them for too long makes me feel like I am dying. I love water, but if I’m inside it too long, I can feel my heart creeping out of my chest and my ribcage feels like it’s collapsing. It’s… weird. And disturbing.