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Playing ketchup & mornings, moons, mopping

Note: the following 3+/- paragraphs were written on/around Nov 13-14.

Confession: I am playing around with audio and recording things to use in a possible audio experiment/podcast/what-have-you. When I first got your last 5things, I recorded myself reading your #1. I haven’t listened to it yet but I was thinking about how awesome it would be to do a 5things podcast, or something similar. My audio obsession has definitely stemmed from the audio letters that Joanna and I have sent each other. And she got the idea from hearing a Starlee Kine bit re: audio letters on an old This American Life ep. Which I tried relentlessly to find online, but couldn’t, and then I gave up. 

IMAGINE the possibilities. A bike tour podcast! Telling our story/stories. The sounds of the ocean. Cars rushing past. Interviews with people we meet on the road. The idea of creating an audio diary of sorts, for the road, is alluring for sure. Our words are so good, but could be even better (for a certain demographic/audience), perhaps, read out loud?!

Anyway. I’m glad you got some things figured out with your car, although it doesn’t seem like much was concluded except that it probably won’t blow up while you’re driving it? Hopefully? I’d still be mighty sketched out by anything electrical. But I am a weenie and know very little when it comes to mechanics. Just pull the damn thing over if it starts blowin’ smoke.  I loved Alan’s text message to you. Talk about a verbal hug. 

Proud of you for hanging in there, even when the (job-hunt-lifestuffs) going feels extraordinarily tough. You got this.

13 Tiny Things • Sunday/Monday • November 13/14 until present • 2011
  1. Playin NERTS with Claire, Katherine, Laura and Chris
  2. Hangover
  3. Updating the blog(s)
  4. Room-cleaning for carpet cleaners; clean soggy carpet
  5. Thinking of change
  6. Needing a rake
  7. Listening to Radio Lab nonstop
  8. Watercoloring
  9. Occupy madness
  10. Gotye’s music videos on Vimeo
  11. I went to NYC/Philly for Day of Thanks!
  12. You had a birthday!
  13. You got a new job!

Charlotte the person with Charlotte the tree, in Brooklyn. (Sorry for making Charlotte walk on your soil for a silly picture, tree.)

But okay! Here we are, back in the present. That is, December 10, a Saturday, 2011. It’s 10:48 a.m. and I’ve been up for over three hours! I love getting up early. I sense that (at least right now in our lives) we are very different in the morning person vs. night owl conundrum. Although I think we both find pockets of time where what we thought was true about our “tendencies” begins to shift, and you might find yourself getting up early and how refreshing it is (Okay, maybe not while you have this particular new job), while I, at times, put away my fear of the dark and being alone and stay up all night creating things. 

5 things before 11 a.m. • December 10 • 2011

  1. The lunar eclipse and Adrienne/Santine. I set two alarms last night: one for 6:45 a.m. and another for 7. I awoke to the last one and the air outside was just barely beginning to lighten. I knew if I wanted to catch a glimpse of 2011’s second lunar eclipse, I’d have to haul myself down from my cozy loft. Which I proceeded to do, groggily, and bundled up in the front room, grabbing my camera and schlunking my feet into snow boots before heading outside. Crisp and frigid, the sky was hazy with inversion. Bummer. But wait! There! Look! Above the rooftops, low on the horizon, peeking through neighbor trees on the northwest end of the driveway, was the moon. It was shrouded in a dusty pink veil of smog, which bummed me out, but I could see it, approaching its near-full eclipse! I headed up the driveway, intent on finding a “darker” part of the street (we have a pesky nighttime street lamp next to our mailbox that previous housemates and I have joked about “accidentally” throwing a rock at). There I was, trudging up the driveway at 7:15 a.m., and there was Adrienne (sp?) also out looking at the moon, our lovely neighbor! She was accompanied by her aging, wise shepherd mix named Santine (sp?). “Good morning!” she said. “Isn’t it beautiful?” I agreed, half-awake, but braced against the cold and acutely aware of what we’d both been lucky enough to witness. I know these things come around every few years, but it’s becoming more rare that I’m actually awake to see one. Adrienne said she was out earlier and caught it higher up int the sky, just beginning its eclipse, looking like a half-smile. I remarked on how smoggy the air was, and Adrienne said, “I know. I was going to try to get somewhere higher up so I could see it better. But that would have meant getting into my car and driving somewhere, and I was worried I’d miss it. So I just stayed here.”
  2. So, on Monday, they’re shutting down all of the ports on the West Coast?I feel like I need to do some serious catch-up on the OWS movement. For a while it was all anyone was talking about, especially around the national bust-up, and then it seems like things have “calmed down” a bit – although I know (and am thankful that) the movement still continues. I want to participate in marches and meetings, and am also tied down to my 10-6 workweek, which on most days leaves little energy or time for activism. But every little bit counts I guess. It’s a challenge for me to balance time away from things like Facebook when there are important news bits circulating which I feel like only gain attention on or with the assistance of Facebook. I’ve been reading about the ILWU and the other labor unions, the contradicting interviews and opinions in many confusing news articles, how the unions feel about the shut-down, and how seemingly tricky and messy this “Day of Action” will feel if OWS protesters and the labor unions aren’t first in complete agreement and solidarity. This is all very good Saturday morning fodder for my active brain…

    The "London Fog"

  3. It is winter-time. It’s the time of hibernation, storage, constantly seeking warmth and comforting nourishment, grains, dried fruit, oatmeal, hot beverages ’round the clock (this tiny bladder requires trips to the bathroom every hour), snow- and gasoline-laden air on prickly-cold mornings, twinkling lights up and down the streets, and avoiding the mall. Among many other things. ‘Tis the season for my family not to exchange (many) gifts this year! I’m feeling thankful for this. Charlotte, Mom, Dad and I are heading to southern Utah (Moab area) to stay in a little cabin, make good food, drink good coffee, spend hours at the bookstore, take hikes with Lucy, and enjoy each other’s company. We are not getting a tree (although I kind of want to find a small rosemary shrub for the cabin). I do want to bake or make tiny cards or something – tokens of my love for people that I love. On my bike rides to and from work, and especially home from work these days (as it gets dark at 4:45), I see vignettes of the season and keep them in my brain for when I sit down and draw. I want to draw, for instance, the small window I saw on 800 E riding home in the dark last night. It was a triptych of three windows, all three lined with little white lights.
  4. I just made Maybe The Perfect Breakfast. Boiled the potatoes, but not for too long, adding them to sauteed onions, cumin, the rest of my chili powder from Cali’s and a dusting of poultry seasoning, which was an unexpectedly delicious addition. Two perfectly fried eggs, yolks still a bit runny, cooked “dirty” with the remaining spices in the skillet. Accompanied by an abundance of fresh cut fruit from a party for mom’s last class at the U this week. Pardon my sailor speak, but I f*cking love breakfast.

    Eggs from the chickens

     

  5. Sunny winter mornings are for Housewife Emily; the end of an era. I got a wild hare (after my two cups of coffee kicked in) and decided to wipe the counters and table, then sweep and mop the floor. Multi-tasker that I am, I started the counters while the potatoes were boiling, then finished everything after I’d eaten. It feels really good to clean our kitchen so early in the morning! I highly recommend it. The kitchen is my favorite part of my house. Big News This Week is we are all moving out on February 1, which means over the next month or so we’ll all have to sort through our belongings in common areas. Most of the kitchen stuff is mine! I’ve been hoarding thrifted kitchen items for the last two years. Maybe time to get rid of some/all of it. We are thinking about having an indoor tag sale type thing (okay, maybe I’m the only one thinking of this so far?), which would be nice, because I like giving/selling things to friends and people I know. 
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Back from An Inexplicably Long Hiatus

Hello-o-ooo again (to Mary and everyone)!

I have so little plans today and this weekend except to enrich my brain, eat sweet potatoes, read more about corporations, bake something with a sh*tload of apples (I have about four pounds in my cupboard), maybe make phở with Food Club and draw pictures. ‘Tis lovely.

Oh yeah, Halloween happened!

Pioneer Murderess Juli and Cool Mummy Isabelle

5 Things – November 1 – 2011

  1. Woke up around 6 a.m. to slight pat-pat-pat rain on the roof above our back stairs. I hear this early in the morning and it usually means weather is on its way. I’d heard it was supposed to get rainy-snowy later on Tuesday but I had high hopes that perhaps I could get on the bike early enough to escape the worst of it. Not so! It was full-on raining when I finally got out of bed to make coffee. Then as I was bundling up in the front room, I looked outside and big white flakes began to fall. It’s always kind of a magical, bizarre thing to see, the first snowfall, but it’s not surprising or early or anything. So I put on my “GIDDYAP” attitude and saddled up to a very slushy, chilly, exhilarating ride into work. My feet got completely soaked and were slightly numb, as were my hands, but my face/ears/neck were bundled, and my waterproof pants and jacket did their job(s). Fortunately we have a big heat dish at work and I plugged it in immediately to dry out my cycling shoes + sox. Getting ready for winter riding! Max Baer posted something on SaltCycle to the effect of “Sometimes when I am putting on all of my gear to go out riding in the winter I feel like I’m preparing for battle,” which is a very accurate analogy, I think.
  2. I actually arrived at work on time despite the crazy winter ride. Passed the probably freezing cold Occupiers and sent a “Bless you.” their way, to myself. I will admit that I’ve been spending more and more time lately listening to NPR podcasts, Radio Lab, reading stories about our economy, OWS, corporations, elections, ballot initiatives, “personhood” laws and their bogusness, and “Move Your Money” aka National Leave Your Bank Day. I feel like there’s so much going on right now, politically and internationally, with the protests and activists, that I’m distracted and what’s worse can justify it because I believe in the causes for which others are so bravely sacrificing warmth, security and the comforts of home. I say, At the very least I can be an informed, intelligent, independent-thinking citizen who is aware of her rights in this country. I downloaded the first 50 or so pages of this Study Group on challenging corporate personhood and revoking corporate welfare. IT’S SO GOOD. And free! Free information that we should be providing our kids in school instead of the inaccurate depiction of how the Constitution was this awesome democratic document (did you know that the word “democracy” never once appears in our Constitution?) written by sovereign, working class folks. Not! It was written by rich, privileged white men who created it with basically the sole interest of protecting their PROPERTY from England/other challengers. They wanted the freedom to exploit the riches of the Americas by themselves. I am fired up about this. Fired. Up.

    From OWS

  3. I’m listening to the new Laura Veirs album! It’s called Tumble Bee and it’s for kiddos. Some of the songs are kind of WOAH SILLY and some have been really enjoyable, as “an adult” listening. You can stream the whole thing on NPR.org in the First Listen section. I do love this woman’s voice. It’s interesting to hear new projects of hers, and think about what musicians start to write once they have children and might be easing out of their rock-and-roll lifestyles. I can/can’t believe you saw Laura Veirs at the grocery store. Of course you did!
  4. Called Mary around 3pm to check in. I still find it incredible that her consciousness knew she should head to the farm on Monday, something was coming up for her and she didn’t question it. That’s some powerful intuition. Although the family saw it coming, and may have been preparing for it, that obviously never makes it easier or less crazy to hear that someone is “gone,” and like Mary has said, there’s never a “timeline” with this sort of thing. Sending lots of hugs and warmth and love that way.
  5. I had dinner with Mom & Dad tonight and was feeling in general really grateful for the presence of both of them in my life, and my ability to hang out with my parents, NBD, kind of amazes me each time. I’ve gone through a lot of different feelings about it; when I first moved here I still needed my own time and space apart from them and living with them at first made me totally crazy. I created all sorts of stories like “This is unhealthy, I’m __ years old, I can’t live with my parents, I need my own place,” yadda yadda yadda. Now that I’ve spent four years living so close to them, going over for dinner, taking weekend trips with them, helping them when they need it, taking care of their house, car, dog(s) and cat(s)… I’m really lucky. I love having them in my life so frequently. I know it will be something I miss, deeper than I can even predict now, as it’s not reality yet, but living in another state will be difficult for me, the same way Charlotte has experienced living in (ahem) Mozambique for so long and now, NYC, which feels like another planet. But maybe it’s time for me to switch out of my role as the parent-guide, parent-caretaker, parent-liaison, parent-charmer and parent-friend sibling. Thinking about this a lot.

    Mom playing the melodica last spring.

  6. I was telling my parents about the RadioLab podcast “Loops” (HAVE YOU HEARD IT) and the story about the woman and her older mother getting Transient Global Amnesia, the kind of amnesia that’s pretty inexplicable medically, occurs suddenly and only within a 24-hour period (short-term), then the sufferer regains all normal memory functions. It has been known to happen after strenuous activities in adults ages 55-75, like SEX for instance, and I told my mom this and she was like “Help me! Who is this strange man on top of me!!!!!” burst out laughing. Then I burst out laughing. Dad changed the subject.   it was AMAZING
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