Rest in Never, Bunk Bed

My berth now feels a little more Sheba, and a little less five year old. Although I have not slept on the floor like this, bedless, since I was five years old. Hmm.

My wardrobe does not have a Narnia, nor does it want one. It is perfectly content to be the proud owner of All The Crap I Own Land. Very much loving this big ol' cupboard right now.
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Today I killed that friggin bunk bed. Lefty loosy, every bolt gone. No more shing shing metal every time I move. No more claustrophobic lame light room. SPACE, and COMFORT, and TIDY.

I spy with my little eye something that is the way I should have organized my room from the beginning. I feel like a late-bloomer guru. But, better a late-bloomer guru than never a guru.

Keeping up with the two and a half line structure, all I have left to say is this wise little tid bit: Get your room did. I have a crush on my room. Watch out Objectum Sexuality. Here I come...

The Noodle Box.

I realize this is neither a book, nor a song, but The Noodle Box eats like a symphony. I was exposed for the first time today. I haven't had that much magic in my mouth for a long time. And you can hold the "that's what she said..."s. I know, I know. Your witty tongue is eager. Bite that sucker.

MY tongue had a night that proved to be nothing less than fantastic, in every sense of the word. Is The Noodle Box real? It tastes like a dream. My stomach was no less impressed. I finished that dinner working some serious Buddha belly, and my resulting less than slim figure was worth the delicious joy ride.

Winnie the Pooh once said, "There's a rumbly in my tumbly". Well, Pooh Bear, get your ass down to The Noodle Box.

My Name is Reading This Book Immediately

My Asher Lev sesh is long overdue.

My hand holds the book.

My self hopes the hype doesn't deter.

My heart is excited- ready! Set! Go!

Middle Cyclone, by Neko Case

These are some of the best lyrics I've ever encountered.

"Retching pennies in a boiling well. In a dream. That at once becomes a foundry of mute and heavy bells. They shake me deaf and dumb."

Who is this woman, and why have I never heard of her till now?

Thank you, Conan.

Tasty gods.

So, once upon a three days ago, we all had to bring a piece of 60's music to rehearsal, and it was blazing hard to choose just one song. I ended up seshing two, because Jimi Hendrix and Cream are equal share holders of my heart.

First of all, please remind yourself of why Jimi is barely less than Lord.

Then, sit your arce down in this white room, and feast on some of brinking revolution's poetry: Cream.

"Bricks of shit are raining down on our filthy world."

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Today I read Seven Days in the Life of Simon Labrosse by Carol Fréchette. Leo, who frantically writes poems in the corner of the room during the whole play reads aloud, "Bricks of shit are raining down on our filthy world." Leo also has a speech impediment that disallows him to say positive words, notably the word "hope". The other two characters in this piece struggle in different ways to tell their stories, and grasp at some unknown help that can pull them out of the sinking-despair-sand they find themselves in.
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Today I heard Mackenzie Jane West's "Broken Girls", a song she wrote and shared in our Theatre women's bible study a few years ago. I was glad to hear it again.
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Tonight, I think hope is worth it, even if it comes tripping out in stutters.
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Double Whammy: Ralph and Kahlil

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Last night I went on a fabulous double date, meaning I spent the night with two men. What's even more bad ass is that those two men were Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Kahlil Gibran. Dinner was the first few chapters of Emerson's Nature, followed by twenty-some pages of Gibran's The Prophet for dessert. Here are some of the most romantic things they said.


"In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befal me in life,- no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes,) which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground,- my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space,- all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball. I am nothing. I see all. The currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God... I am the lover of uncontained and immortal beauty." [Emerson]

"The presence of a higher, namely, of the spiritual element is essential to its perfection." [Emerson, on beauty]

"The production of a work of art throws a light upon the mystery of humanity. A work of art is an abstract or epitome of the world." [Emerson]

"But you, children of space, you restless in rest, you shall not be trapped nor tamed. Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast. It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye. You shall not fold your wings that you may pass through doors, nor bend your heads that they strike not against the ceiling, nor fear to breathe lest walls should crack and fall down." [Gibran]

"But you who are strong and swift, see that you do not limp before the lame, deeming it kindness." [Gibran]

Okay, let's just be honest. Everything Kahlil Gibran says is terribly romantic, and I could spend all afternoon quoting the whole book. Instead, you'd do well to read it yourself- The Prophet, by Kahlil Gibran.


If I were to honor honesty, that eve I did prefer time spent with the Lebanese gent over those moments with the transcendentalist leader. Yet, I don't suppose the two are often pitted against each other, so I'm sure Ralph will be able to take a hit just this once. And if we're all part of one All anyway, knowledge and credit are shared, and the insights of the two balance out. Therefore date night was win-win-win. Everyone gets some. All parties satisfied. Round two = inevitable.

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More than Melody

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Day Two of Kate Earl: Listened to the rest of the album.


New favorite. All because I heard one song during some car drives with a sweet sweet buddy. Thank you Amanda Hart.


This lady. Wow. Check It.


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...I can find in a melody

Kate Earl - "Melody"