After days of nothing, a post of absolutely no artistic or intellectual value

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

The other night David and I both made a list of five people that we could each make out with without punishment, in the unlikely event that the opportunity ever arises. Doesn't every couple have a list like this or are Davey and I just bizarre? Predictably, my list is also contingent upon my creating the technology for time travel.

CAIT:

Tara Jane O'Neil

Bianca Casady

Mick Fleetwood & Stevie Nicks circa 1978-1980

Andre 3000



DAVEY:

Jenna Malone

Joanna Newsom

Maggie Gyllenhaal

Melissa Auf Der Maur

Ellen Page

Who's on yours?

My child:

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

New Friend #2

Monday, August 4, 2008

Remember this?

Well, I received my package from her the other day and thusly wanted to update you all on the current status of my opinion of humanity. (Hint: It has much improved)

If you can't make out the note, here's what it says:

"Caitlin- Here you go! One more piece in your puzzle. As promised, I've included a few frimps: Dove's Heart (To help put the past in the past), #20 Love Oil (for any future possibilities! wink, wink!) and a few others just for the halibut. Very best of luck to you! Cheers! Jennifer"

Needless to say, my nose has been firmly and blissfully buried in my new bottle of Beltane '06 since the moment I unwrapped it. I'm also now the proud owner of two bags of tea and 5 other BPAL imps. Jennifer from Rockford, if you're out there somewhere- thank you, thank you, thank you!

If you need me, I'll be having a nice warm cup of chai spice black tea courtesy of loving, compassionate strangers everywhere.

New Friend

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!