I'm proud to be supporting my family and saving my house, but I am pondering this one little side-effect of taking on hard labour at a local hotel. My very first task was to vacuum the main bar. I learned how to lug a 300-pound vacuum cleaner up a flight of 12 tiny stairs, reflecting only briefly on how, if the owner had to do that, space for the behemoth would be found on the bar level in short order. I set to, and it was only when I got to the second level that I realized I was vacuuming over the exact space where I first met the second Love of my Life. Hoovering up the vestiges. I'm not even going to get into the memories I sucked up on the third level. And nanoscopic wisps of DNA.
So, never one to accept things as they appear to be, which in this case is that I, a part-time editor down on my luck, took on a menial job at a hotel that happens to house one of the only bars thirty-year-olds went to 16 years ago in this small town,
I have tried to read a deeper meaning into this vacuuming experience. Does this mean that I am now free? Or are my remembrances simply now housed in a motherfucking HUGE steel powervac to be lugged around by me or some other newbie for all time. Is this a metaphysical hoover maneuver designed to lead me further along my spiritual path, or am I just really really bored!
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Sunday, July 6, 2008
A Moment With Emily D.
Much Madness
Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
'Tis the majority
In this, as all, prevails.
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur, - you're straightway dangerous,
And handled with a chain.
Gawd, ain't it the truth. the consequences of rocking the boat apparently haven't changed much since Emily's day, either.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
What's Playing
Quite a mix today:
Amy Winehouse - Back to Black
The Cure - Bloodflowers
Blue October - Foiled
Cat Stevens - compilation
Pretty soon I'll be moving on to a little Violent Femmes for the soundtrack for my day. I actually have to tend to a heap of filing, pathetic as that may be. Thank gawd for sunny days, picnic tables, music and margaritas.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Greatest Hits - bathings suits for the a-cup demographic
Last year I documented my torturous search for a bathing suit.
And I believe that ALL searches for bathing suits are torturous - unless you're Kate Winslet, who in Little Children orders a suit from a catalog and is charmingly uncertain about her size: "golly gosh..am I an 8 or a 10", Kate wonders aloud. Making the savvy viewer shout at the screen, "you're effing perfect, Kate, you're luscious, who is the screen writer trying to kid?!!!"
Not that I personally shout at movies. I'm just sayin'.
Okay, ladies of the lowercase "a", here's what I came to share: Point Zero. That link is to their website, which I haven't explored - but I did actually find a Point Zero suit in my little town here - that has just barely enough shops to accommodate the human need for clothing - and Sears also carries it, so ... let's just say it's not exclusive. Some companies size big, Point Zero sizes small. In swimsuits they have a size 6 requiring 33 inches of back and mammaries AND it has foam cups. Ya gotta love those foam cups. Way cheaper, less dangerous, less painful than silicone implants and when you're home from the beach, well you can go right back to your lovely, tidy ballerina chest that won't ever change much as time goes by, and lemme tell ya after 47 years or so that is something of great and precious value.
This is about looking nice and feeling good and I wish every girl who is looking for a suit that fits: a suit that fits!
And I believe that ALL searches for bathing suits are torturous - unless you're Kate Winslet, who in Little Children orders a suit from a catalog and is charmingly uncertain about her size: "golly gosh..am I an 8 or a 10", Kate wonders aloud. Making the savvy viewer shout at the screen, "you're effing perfect, Kate, you're luscious, who is the screen writer trying to kid?!!!"
Not that I personally shout at movies. I'm just sayin'.
Okay, ladies of the lowercase "a", here's what I came to share: Point Zero. That link is to their website, which I haven't explored - but I did actually find a Point Zero suit in my little town here - that has just barely enough shops to accommodate the human need for clothing - and Sears also carries it, so ... let's just say it's not exclusive. Some companies size big, Point Zero sizes small. In swimsuits they have a size 6 requiring 33 inches of back and mammaries AND it has foam cups. Ya gotta love those foam cups. Way cheaper, less dangerous, less painful than silicone implants and when you're home from the beach, well you can go right back to your lovely, tidy ballerina chest that won't ever change much as time goes by, and lemme tell ya after 47 years or so that is something of great and precious value.
This is about looking nice and feeling good and I wish every girl who is looking for a suit that fits: a suit that fits!
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Wow, I'm "A Blast To Hang Out With and Great To Work With As Well"!
Which begs the question, so how come I'm so single & job-free?
Found this quiz at TUBOB (my favourite poet); he doesn't post a lot of quizzes (maybe this is a first, I couldn't say), but then neither do I. I can hardly ever resist doing them, though...
I'm honoured. Labs are the best, and, hey, at least I'm not a Husky!
Can't quite figure how Jackie O did the quiz from beyond the grave, they must have hella good internet service on the Other Side, better than Shaw ...
Found this quiz at TUBOB (my favourite poet); he doesn't post a lot of quizzes (maybe this is a first, I couldn't say), but then neither do I. I can hardly ever resist doing them, though...
I'm honoured. Labs are the best, and, hey, at least I'm not a Husky!
Can't quite figure how Jackie O did the quiz from beyond the grave, they must have hella good internet service on the Other Side, better than Shaw ...
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