Wednesday, July 27, 2005
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Thursday, October 21, 2004
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Sunday, October 17, 2004
UPDATE TO PUMPKIN UPDATE
Behold the glory of the irrationally- and hugely-coveted Albino Pumpkin! It's albino-ness, in tandem with its pumpkin-ness, have left me beside myself with happiness. When I snagged it out of the parking-lot pumpkin display at the Hy-Vee this week, I wandered through the aisles in a blissful haze (which, okay, may have been partially exacerbated by general lack of sleep and aggressive over-caffeination), and I wanted to hold up my Albino Pumpkin and show it off to passers-by: See? Look at my Albino Pumpkin. Isn't it marvelous? But I didn't. Because that would have been dorky.
So I'll just post pictures of my Albino Pumpkin for everyone to admire on the internet, instead. (Which, realistically, may even escalate the Dorkage Factor, I realize, but you know what? Too fucking bad!)
Thoughtful readers have kindly taken the time to notice that The Bean Bean has plumped up rather nicely from the tiny, sickly smidge of an abandoned kitten that he was upon his arrival at the Artichoke Heart House. He was so tiny and wispy and frail that I nicknamed him The Beansprout, which later became The Bean Bean. Of course, now that he's filling out so nicely, perhaps he's turning into a veritable Garbanzo Bean?
I know, I know . . . I've been Cat and Pumpkin Blogging for three straight entries now. What can I say? The semester's been kicking me in the ass a little bit these past few weeks. Which seems to cause, well . . . obsessive Cat and Pumpkin Blogging.
Behold the glory of the irrationally- and hugely-coveted Albino Pumpkin! It's albino-ness, in tandem with its pumpkin-ness, have left me beside myself with happiness. When I snagged it out of the parking-lot pumpkin display at the Hy-Vee this week, I wandered through the aisles in a blissful haze (which, okay, may have been partially exacerbated by general lack of sleep and aggressive over-caffeination), and I wanted to hold up my Albino Pumpkin and show it off to passers-by: See? Look at my Albino Pumpkin. Isn't it marvelous? But I didn't. Because that would have been dorky.
So I'll just post pictures of my Albino Pumpkin for everyone to admire on the internet, instead. (Which, realistically, may even escalate the Dorkage Factor, I realize, but you know what? Too fucking bad!)
Thoughtful readers have kindly taken the time to notice that The Bean Bean has plumped up rather nicely from the tiny, sickly smidge of an abandoned kitten that he was upon his arrival at the Artichoke Heart House. He was so tiny and wispy and frail that I nicknamed him The Beansprout, which later became The Bean Bean. Of course, now that he's filling out so nicely, perhaps he's turning into a veritable Garbanzo Bean?
I know, I know . . . I've been Cat and Pumpkin Blogging for three straight entries now. What can I say? The semester's been kicking me in the ass a little bit these past few weeks. Which seems to cause, well . . . obsessive Cat and Pumpkin Blogging.
Posted by Artichoke Heart | 4:00 PM |
Monday, October 11, 2004
PUMPKIN UPDATE
Having since learned that the Albino Pumpkins referenced below are also tasty, I was bound and determined to Get Me Some of That the next time I stopped by the grocery store. Sadly, though, all the Albino Pumpkins were gone today! Needless to say, I am bitterly, bitterly disappointed. Even a little bit depressed, to tell the truth.
As I write this, Yuki and The Bean Bean are leisurely circling around the apartment, idly playing with rubber super balls. This is how they play: they carry around the balls in their mouths and wander around with these disconcertingly large balls in their jaws. Periodically, they drop the balls on the floor, so that they bounce, and their heads bobble up and down as they track the waning bounce of the ball. When the balls are through bouncing, they pick them back up in their mouths and wander around some more. There is something oddly hypnotic about the sound of rubber bouncing against the hardwood floors.
All throughout the day today there were ladybugs thumbtacked to the ceilings and studding the window panes. I find their carcasses limning the sills and floorboards of the apartment, floating in the kitchen drain. They have a sharp, fresh scent--like grass clippings, only with the hint of something more bitter. I wonder where they all go at night?
Having since learned that the Albino Pumpkins referenced below are also tasty, I was bound and determined to Get Me Some of That the next time I stopped by the grocery store. Sadly, though, all the Albino Pumpkins were gone today! Needless to say, I am bitterly, bitterly disappointed. Even a little bit depressed, to tell the truth.
As I write this, Yuki and The Bean Bean are leisurely circling around the apartment, idly playing with rubber super balls. This is how they play: they carry around the balls in their mouths and wander around with these disconcertingly large balls in their jaws. Periodically, they drop the balls on the floor, so that they bounce, and their heads bobble up and down as they track the waning bounce of the ball. When the balls are through bouncing, they pick them back up in their mouths and wander around some more. There is something oddly hypnotic about the sound of rubber bouncing against the hardwood floors.
All throughout the day today there were ladybugs thumbtacked to the ceilings and studding the window panes. I find their carcasses limning the sills and floorboards of the apartment, floating in the kitchen drain. They have a sharp, fresh scent--like grass clippings, only with the hint of something more bitter. I wonder where they all go at night?
Posted by Artichoke Heart | 1:07 AM |
Saturday, October 09, 2004
ALBINO PUMPKINS
It's an achingly beautiful, sun-dappled October day, particularly in contrast to some of the gray, damp days here earlier this week. On Thursday, after being overcast throughout much of the day, night was tucked in with a soft, cool sheet of threadbare fog. Today, though, is perfect.
Somehow, over the course of the week, there's been a Domestic Breakdown that's taken place behind my back. A coup d'etat bringing to power a new regime of Domestic Sluttiness has seemingly transpired. Furthermore, all efforts at Domestic Reconaissance have been rapidly shot down by guerilla sniper fire.
In short, it's really revolting and I feel as though I really ought to do something about it, but I'm not going to until I get a satisfactory chunk of writing done today. Unless, of course, it's too revolting for me to be able to write (a distinct possibility, in fact), in which case I'll have to get on it right away.
After being sleep-deprived all week, I feel a lot more sane and a lot more capable now that I've had two nights of solid eight-hour sleep. Well, okay, "solid" is an exaggeration. There's usually a point in the night (usually around 4:00 or 5:00 a.m.) where The Bean Bean insists on vigorously grooming my head, frantically pawing through my hair like a gerbil on a treadmill, and/or obsessively gnawing on my scalp and hair. When this becomes too disruptive, I sometimes have to put The Bean Bean out of the room. When this happens, he rounds up all of the fat crinkly cat toys and, one by one, shoves them underneath the slat below the bedroom door as Compensatory Offerings. I can hear their fat crinkly cat toy bodies crinkling and crunching away as he pushes them through. After he's slid one underneath the door, he puts his head low to the ground, and mournfully peers in at me from underneath the door. I can see his eyes glowing in the small space of the slat while he looks at me. By the time morning arrives, there's a row of crinkly toys lined up in front of my bedroom door.
When I was at the grocery store the other night, I saw an employee pulling on large blankets over the pumpkin display out front, as if to tuck them all in and keep them warm for the night. I also noticed that in the midst of the orange pumpkins there were three large albino pumpkins. They were white, with an oddly bluish undertone.
Secretly, I desperately, desperately covet one of these albino pumpkins for my very own.
It's an achingly beautiful, sun-dappled October day, particularly in contrast to some of the gray, damp days here earlier this week. On Thursday, after being overcast throughout much of the day, night was tucked in with a soft, cool sheet of threadbare fog. Today, though, is perfect.
Somehow, over the course of the week, there's been a Domestic Breakdown that's taken place behind my back. A coup d'etat bringing to power a new regime of Domestic Sluttiness has seemingly transpired. Furthermore, all efforts at Domestic Reconaissance have been rapidly shot down by guerilla sniper fire.
In short, it's really revolting and I feel as though I really ought to do something about it, but I'm not going to until I get a satisfactory chunk of writing done today. Unless, of course, it's too revolting for me to be able to write (a distinct possibility, in fact), in which case I'll have to get on it right away.
After being sleep-deprived all week, I feel a lot more sane and a lot more capable now that I've had two nights of solid eight-hour sleep. Well, okay, "solid" is an exaggeration. There's usually a point in the night (usually around 4:00 or 5:00 a.m.) where The Bean Bean insists on vigorously grooming my head, frantically pawing through my hair like a gerbil on a treadmill, and/or obsessively gnawing on my scalp and hair. When this becomes too disruptive, I sometimes have to put The Bean Bean out of the room. When this happens, he rounds up all of the fat crinkly cat toys and, one by one, shoves them underneath the slat below the bedroom door as Compensatory Offerings. I can hear their fat crinkly cat toy bodies crinkling and crunching away as he pushes them through. After he's slid one underneath the door, he puts his head low to the ground, and mournfully peers in at me from underneath the door. I can see his eyes glowing in the small space of the slat while he looks at me. By the time morning arrives, there's a row of crinkly toys lined up in front of my bedroom door.
When I was at the grocery store the other night, I saw an employee pulling on large blankets over the pumpkin display out front, as if to tuck them all in and keep them warm for the night. I also noticed that in the midst of the orange pumpkins there were three large albino pumpkins. They were white, with an oddly bluish undertone.
Secretly, I desperately, desperately covet one of these albino pumpkins for my very own.
Posted by Artichoke Heart | 1:28 PM |
Thursday, September 30, 2004
HALLUCINATING LESBIANS
I spent the entirety of the day attending to a hideously boring administrative task of mind-blowing tedium. Really, I think I would have had a better time being fitted for a colostomy bag. Once again, Wednesday, my sacrosanct writing day? Not so sacro and not so sanct.
After leaving the office late in the evening, I went to Hy-Vee to pick up some groceries. And I don't know if it was just excessive fatigue, or if I was simply Hallucinating Lesbians, but it seemed as if the store was crawling with dykes. Probably just wishful thinking on my part. As a sort of coup de grace, k.d. lang was playing on the loudspeakers, further enhancing the effect of Hallucinatory Sapphistry.
Tomorrow will be jam-fucking-packed. I just spent the last two hours trying to work ahead a bit in a last-ditch effort to make tomorrow easier. At the end of the day, though, I'll be giving an opening feature reading for the Vermillion Literary Project's first poetry slam of the year. It should be fun.
Okay, I'm off to cram in a bit more stuff to try and make the pack less jammed before I go to bed!
I spent the entirety of the day attending to a hideously boring administrative task of mind-blowing tedium. Really, I think I would have had a better time being fitted for a colostomy bag. Once again, Wednesday, my sacrosanct writing day? Not so sacro and not so sanct.
After leaving the office late in the evening, I went to Hy-Vee to pick up some groceries. And I don't know if it was just excessive fatigue, or if I was simply Hallucinating Lesbians, but it seemed as if the store was crawling with dykes. Probably just wishful thinking on my part. As a sort of coup de grace, k.d. lang was playing on the loudspeakers, further enhancing the effect of Hallucinatory Sapphistry.
Tomorrow will be jam-fucking-packed. I just spent the last two hours trying to work ahead a bit in a last-ditch effort to make tomorrow easier. At the end of the day, though, I'll be giving an opening feature reading for the Vermillion Literary Project's first poetry slam of the year. It should be fun.
Okay, I'm off to cram in a bit more stuff to try and make the pack less jammed before I go to bed!
Posted by Artichoke Heart | 1:32 AM |
Sunday, September 26, 2004
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Friday, September 24, 2004
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Wednesday, September 22, 2004
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Saturday, September 04, 2004
HAPPY BLOG-A-VERSARY, BAY-BEE! GOTCHYOU ON MAH MAAA-IND!
Two years ago today, I posted my very first entries to this blog, the very first of which included a meditation on the sorry state of having a cat with a cone on its head, as a well as a highly incriminating picture of said cat. (This has always, from the very start, been one of those blogs that indulges in shamelessly gratuitous cat posting.)
One year ago today, I returned from a lengthy summer blogging hiatus to post a blog-a-versary post from Canada.
And here I am today, still blogging away. A few highlights of the past year in a road trip down the information superhighway of the archives:
Good Luck Writing Hat
Artichoke Heart House Rules
A Brief Note on Cat Poop
Howl at the Moon
Demented Tutu
Chocolate Bath Beads
Conversations With My Japanese Mother
It's been a strange and wonderful year . . . working at home all year on the artist fellowship, a love affair that ended badly, the unexpected death of a beloved cat, and (six months later) the arrival of La Fabulosa Bean Bean, my new book coming out in March, lots of traveling, and now back to teaching again this fall.
I'm so curious to see what will happen next . . .
Two years ago today, I posted my very first entries to this blog, the very first of which included a meditation on the sorry state of having a cat with a cone on its head, as a well as a highly incriminating picture of said cat. (This has always, from the very start, been one of those blogs that indulges in shamelessly gratuitous cat posting.)
One year ago today, I returned from a lengthy summer blogging hiatus to post a blog-a-versary post from Canada.
And here I am today, still blogging away. A few highlights of the past year in a road trip down the information superhighway of the archives:
Good Luck Writing Hat
Artichoke Heart House Rules
A Brief Note on Cat Poop
Howl at the Moon
Demented Tutu
Chocolate Bath Beads
Conversations With My Japanese Mother
It's been a strange and wonderful year . . . working at home all year on the artist fellowship, a love affair that ended badly, the unexpected death of a beloved cat, and (six months later) the arrival of La Fabulosa Bean Bean, my new book coming out in March, lots of traveling, and now back to teaching again this fall.
I'm so curious to see what will happen next . . .
Posted by Artichoke Heart | 10:46 PM |