New Friend

Monday, August 4, 2008

For the past week or so, every few times I go outside to have a cigarette (yes, I'm smoking again- sort of. Let's not talk about it.), there's been a bunny on our front lawn. I'm not sure where s/he's living and have yet to see any other rabbits, but s/he pops up fairly frequently and seems to enjoy scarfing the out of control crab grass that's slowly strangling what used to be my grandmother's lawn.

Little Buddy

I never try to get too close to it or hold it or anything, obviously- I don't want it to stop coming around. If I'm outside smoking in the first place, chances are I'm having a pretty rough time inside (what up colic, holla), so seeing the bunny is like a surprise joy supplement exactly when I need it.

Getting Older | Kim Addonizio

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

This week's POTW is brought to you by my pesky exalted Venus in H10 Pisces.

"Sometimes what you remember is their voices again,
coming on inside you like strung lights in your blood,
certain words they'd tongue differently
from anyone else, or your own name
and its surprisingly infinite nuances.
And sometimes you remember their hands,
not touching you but draped over a steering wheel
or cupped briefly around a cigarette,
anywhere you could watch them
in their life apart from you, knowing how
they'd find you later, blind but sure,
and come to rest where you needed them.
You remember the hardness of their bellies,
the soft line of hair that swirls down
toward the cock, the look of each one
that entered you and then withdrew, or lay
quietly inside awhile longer before slipping
away like a girl sneaking out in the middle
of the night, high heels dangling from one hand
as her stockinged feet drew sparks from the rug.
Sometimes you wander the house all day,
the fog outside stalled at the tops
of trees, refusing to rise higher and reveal
the world you hope is still there, the one
in which you're still a woman
some beautiful man might helplessly
move toward. And you remember how one
looked at you the first time you undressed,
how another didn't mind that you cried.
Sometimes it's enough just to say
their names like a rosary, ordinary names
linked by nothing but the fact
that they belong to men who loved you. And finally
you depend on that, you pray it's enough
to last, if it has to, the rest of your life."

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Day of a Million Updates

Monday, July 28, 2008

Can you tell we're having a relatively quiet day in the Lord/Morrow household? Also I'm in a much better mood today than I have been in.. oh, 6 months?

Some of you might remember that a little bit before the baby was born Davey and I got tickets to All Tomorrow's Parties NY, which seems destined to be one of the most memorable experiences of my life. They've been periodically adding more and more artists/bands to each days' lineup, and I just took a peek at the current list for the first time in a while and I am SO JAZZED!!!!!!!!!!!!! (This isn't all the bands- just the ones I'm most excited for; the full lineup is here)

FRIDAY:
Thurston Moore performing all of "Psychic Hearts"
Built to Spill performing all of "Perfect From Now On"
Tortoise performing "Millions Now Living Will Never Die"
The Meat Puppets performing "Meat Puppets II"
and the comedy stylings of Patton Oswalt

SATURDAY:
Fuck Buttons
Low
Shellac
Wooden Shjips
Thee Silver Mt. Zion Orchestra
Harmonia
Polvo
Lightning Bolt

SUNDAY:
Dinosaur Jr.
Robin Guthrie
Yo La Tengo
Le Volume Courbe
Mogwai
Bob Mould
My Bloody Valentine

Holy SHIT!!!!!!!!

The Bicycle Race!

When he first started having lots of colic problems, I read online that "bicyciling" Quinn's legs might help to ease his stomach. When we finally tried it, though, we quickly found out that it's basically his favorite thing ever. He smiles and laughs every time we do it, especially when I sing Queen's "Bicycle Race" while I do it. I've been meaning to catch one of our races on video for a while, and I finally got a good one this morning. Sorry for my voice and my ugly mug interfering with the music- I'd just do anything to make this little dude laugh!

Thank you gift?

A totally amazing stranger is giving up a limited edition Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab oil she just won in an Ebay auction for me, so that I can add it to my list of things I've replaced after they were stolen from me by an especially douche-y ex. I sent her a short but heartfelt email explaining my situation, figuring my chances were slim to virtually none (considering the rarity of the oil), but she wrote back and said she'd be happy to sell it to me for just as much as she paid for it (even though I offered double)!

"hey, no need to apologize. i've got to respect someone willing
to take a little risk. =) anyway, hearing your story, i'd be the last
person to deny someone such a little thing to reclaim themselves
from a selfish and inconsiderate ex. i would be happy to
sell it for the same price i paid, but i've never put anything up
on ebay before? what would work best for you? i can figure it
out, i'm sure. let me know! cheers!"

I'm so ridiculously pumped; Beltane '06 was a limited edition BPAL scent that they only sold for three days two years ago, that ended up being my favorite. Possibly my favorite scent of all time? I thought it smelled like childhood, sort of like bug spray and fresh air and grass. I'd mostly given up hope of ever replacing it, since I'd regularly trolled Ebay for it all year and it'd never come up. The auction in question popped up while I was in the hospital with Quinn (figures), so when I got home and saw that it had come and gone my heart sank. But apparently I'm cashing in some good karma, and I sent my new friend a paypal payment this morning (!!).

My question is: I'd like to send her a little something as a thank you, since it means so much to me that she did what she did. Do any of you have any suggestions for something small but wonderful that I could send her way? I thought about baking some awesome cupcakes, but I'm not sure how well they'd ship in all this heat. I appreciate it!

Dear God,

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Thank you for Elizabeth Mitchell, and every single one of her albums of folk songs for children. They're a virtual guaranteed savior when Quinn is otherwise too colic-y to sleep (especially "You Are My Sunshine"). His colic is ROUGH, and I seriously don't think I'd have my sanity right now if it weren't for these magical, magical records.









I've lost track of the amount of times I've sung "The Ladybug Picnic" (his favorite) this past week. The songs are all beautiful, but even if they weren't- whatever calms his little heart is a-okay by me.

Other music that helps the baby sleep:

Air's "Talkie Walkie"
Vashti Bunyan's "Just Another Diamond Day"
Clara Rockmore's "Art of the Theremin"

Feminists Don't Have a Sense of Humor

Monday, July 21, 2008

Nellie McKay was born exactly 3 days before me in 1982, making her yet another awesome person I can add to my "practical soul twin" roster.

Feminists don't have a sense of humor.
Feminists just want to be alone. (Boo hoo)
Feminists spread vicious lies and rumor,
They have a tumor on their funny bone.

They say
Child molestation isn't funny (Ha ha ha ha)
Rape and degradation's just a crime (Lighten up, ladies!)
Rampant prostitution sex for money (What's wrong with that?)
Can't these chicks do anything but whine?

Dance break (Yeah, take it off!)

They say:
Cheap objectification isn't witty (it's hot)
Equal work and wages worth the fight (sing us a new one)
On demand abortion every city (okay, but no gun control)
Won't these women ever get a life?

Feminists don't have a sense of humor (Poor Hillary)
Feminists and vegetarians (Hehehe)
Feminists spread vicious lies and rumor
They're far too sensitive to ever be a ham
That's why these feminists just need to find a man.