It’s Wednesday. Here’s a photo of a flower.
This bloom was a casualty of repotting.
gardening photos
Author: theogeo
Cats. Typefaces. Bad jokes.
music
‘But there is no treason where there is only lawlessness’
I got my hands on the new record, and it’s complex and sprawling and I have still not gotten to know it as well as I should have, which makes me love it even more. A girl doesn’t have to give up all her secrets the first time she’s asked, you know. Watch her performances. Here we have the rare female artist who is allowed to look weird and sound silly while making art. So…
randomosity
Love letter to a lawn
The other day I woke up early, put on some ratty clothes, and tromped around the back yard, where I raked leaves into a neat little pile and then shoved them into large black plastic trash bags and carried them to the curb. I remember before I ever bought a house, I’d ride through the Memphis streets and sneer at the houses with big bags of yard waste resting on their curbs. I…
friends I'm posting about my damn cats again
Cat fancy
Last night I had a friend I hadn’t seen in a while over to watch a movie and just hang out. The cats were not content to be shy and hide. No. Jack jumped onto the counter where we were preparing food, which made me freak out because EW CAT HAIR! FOOD! So I shooed him and tried to guide him off the counter in a way that wouldn’t disturb any food, but sure enough,…
memories why am I telling you this?
Question answered: ‘What’s an ideal fella to you?’
From ye olde Formspring: I’ve never introduced myself to you, in person at least. I think you are intelligent, attractive, a wonderfully acerbic wit, creative, enviable, enigmatic, intriguing, and constantly searching. What’s an ideal fella to you? Hot dang! I like fellas who heap on the sweet words. That’s pretty much ideal. :) (
randomosity
Transitions are for sissies
I have been sitting up for hours now with awful things happening inside me that I thought for sure were going to end in a night of gastrointestinal violence, but so far? A quiet stalemate in my gut. It’s (presumably) germ-infested baby carrots vs. whatever natural defenses I still have on retainer. My natural defenses, which, early on, seemed ill matched for the viciousness of the microscopic things unleashed by these tiny carrots, have managed…
the internet is NOT fun
It helps me not hate the internet
I like to imagine that somewhere out there in an underground art bunker in Kansas, a plucky collective of socially conscious guerilla artists is concocting outlandishly offensive and nonsensical and misspelled/English bastardizing pay-per-click ads and submitting them to popular websites to call attention to the ridiculous notions being pushed by the weight-loss/body shame industry. I like to imagine that they are inciting a quiet revolution during which the shame we feel when we catch sight…
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