(musings from an upstart crow)
After I’d awakened the first time this morning, I drifted back into a light sleep and heard my late grandmother calling my name in a soft and ancient Southern Illinois/Kentucky twang. I don’t know why I dreamt her voice, but I sure as hell display her legacy of sheer stubbornness every day of my life.
(detritus)(poetica)(myth)(opinion)(divination)
Danced this morning with my wee toddler,the famous and beautiful Miss Sarah Peanut, to a soundtrack including The Cure, Hank Williams III, and The Velvet Underground. Nothing like The Velvet Underground and Belgian Waffles for breakfast…
I have an awful sinus headache and I feel like I’m going to die.
Just thought I’d share.
Blogging from work…
I believe, if we take habitual drunkards as a class, their heads and their hearts will bear an advantageous comparison with those of any other class. There seems ever to have been a proneness in the brilliant and warm-blooded to fall into this vice.
– – Abraham Lincoln – –
Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder…
For those of you I’ve not yet shared this with:
Kurt
Vonnegut speaks his mind once more.
Screw all this Reagan mourning, when Vonnegut finally kicks it I’ll fly
all my flags at half mast. Except I don’t have any flags, so I’ll have to
buy them or steal them or something.
I started to fall asleep this afternoon and was dreaming that I was a dryad looking out at a mythic forest from inside her tree. Things looked really cool, at least in my dream, when viewed from the inside of a tree, but I was awakened and don’t know what else would have happened had the dream continued.
(detritus)(poetica)(myth)(opinion)(divination)
The World: Completeness and intricacy of design.A time of prosperity, security and joy. May also indicate travel or a change in residence.
Six of Cups (Pleasure): Opening your heart to the simple pleasures of life. Fond memories fuel the playful embrace of love and life. Experiencing the joy of youth and sexual innocence. Engaging in acts of gentle kindness. Harmony of natural forces without effort or strain. Meeting an old friend
Great movie but, um, how shall I put this?
It might be a tiny bit upsetting in parts for anyone who is a parent of young girls and/or has been through car accident trauma.
But it was a really good movie in spite of my personal slight post traumatic stress disorder reaction. The acting was beautifully intense, but subtle, and it’s constructed in that kind of nonlinear fashion where past and present incidents are merged in context rather than chronology but ultimately converge and begin to make sense. My god I sound pretentious. Guess it’s time to go to bed.
If you need me, me and Neil‘ll be hanging out with the Dream King.