Saturday, December 29, 2012

Gratitudes + things that are making me happy


• the gift of a lovely new teapot

• getting to see my sister and her family for Christmas

• long handwriting sessions

• the clarity that a single word can bring when it's the descriptor you need

• introducing my two-year-old niece to Xena: Warrior Princess early one morning when it was just the two of us

• Malbec and good memories

• mess

• being able to pay this month's credit card bill

• being awake today to see the full moon sink into the dawn clouds 

• atmospheric music videos

• growing older

Monday, December 24, 2012


"I don’t write poetry when I wish, I write when I can’t, when my larynx is flooded and my throat is shut."
Anna Kamienska
Lately I spend too much of the night chasing myself in panicky laps around the inside of my head. The idea of opening my journal frustrates me for some reason on such nights, so when I'm fed up with lying in bed I rise and fill loose pages with the things that I can't yet make my peace with, and pretend they're going somewhere in the mail, perhaps to my freshman-year roommate's mailbox in Massachusetts. I don't know, maybe they are.

And I have rewritten each page so many times, just to change the telling slightly and see if it will make more sense this way, or that way... I put on that Antlers song ("Two") for the relief of hearing him sing the line near the end, "Two ways to tell the story." The multiplicity of ways to truthfully relate a single event is fascinating and kind of obsessing me.

Evening view


Thursday, December 20, 2012

Shivers / nephew

I have had a shivery buzzing feeling since yesterday, couldn't quiet my still faintly jetlagged brain enough for sleep — or couldn't make myself want to make it quiet badly enough — until about six in the morning, but this evening after dinner it vanished and I was left with a sudden emptiness, the tranquil kind.

I met my nephew today for the first time. He is five weeks old. (How can that be a sentence? A human who is five weeks old? It boggles the mind.)

"Holy Never, have mercy on us."

It's comforting to be tired with the parents of a newborn, because you know you are not alone and yet they still have it so much worse than you.

I'm making a crafty little photocopied book of Australian stuff, of some of the things I wrote there as well as some other bits and pieces. Let ya know when it's finished.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Gemini and Bella


The morphine cat — unlucky child of incest — and the elusive cat. Both rescued by Shannon from people too stupid or self-absorbed to be pet owners.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Gratitudes + things that are making me happy


• Edna St. Vincent Millay's poetry — I read through this online collection recently

• smiling kisses / kissing smiles

• harmless people

• good friends

• leisurely art museum afternoons

• a new pen pal

• taking time in the morning to feel put-together

• the numerous excellent dresses I op-shopped in the last two weeks of being in Australia, and how I now get to wear them with the extra jauntiness of lace-up boots and woolly winter layers

• not half-assing on my needs

• a somewhat epic friend rescue from LAX, staged by Sui in my hour of desperate need

• the simplicity and clarity of dancing sober and simply happy / with Erin in a dark concert venue during clean-up

• disco balls, by the way — not at ALL overrated

• short flights

• airports with free wi-fi

• and a brief visit with my Arizonan little sister for the first time in three and a half years

Friday, December 14, 2012



Suddenly it's winter and the sun is setting three hours earlier than it was a week ago and it's my childhood bed I sleep in rather than various borrowed beds and bare floors in foreign cities on the other side of the ocean...

I'm tired. Did all that really happen? It doesn't feel like it now that I'm back in this country/city/house.

I don't particularly want to be here, but I don't have much money left.

I need to get my life going.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Homecoming in changed vowels

So I'm back in the U.S.

When I went through customs, the officer who took my declaration form and passport said to me, "Your accent has changed."

Yes. My California accent had softened into something less conspicuous. Fewer rhotics, tidier vowels. I have a good ear and I'm suggestible in that way. (In addition to not liking to be involuntarily conspicuous. Oh, I felt so self-conscious the first couple weeks whenever I had to speak to a cashier or bus driver...)

I wanted to cry when he said that. I don't want to lose this; I don't want to lose any of it. I want to hold these last three months and know that I can keep them, can keep who I was there and how I felt and what I saw and knew, and I'm not sure yet how else to do that but on my tongue.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Sunday session


Have you heard of this thing, the Sunday session? I'm sure people do it in the US — it just means getting together for a drink or two on a Sunday afternoon — but apparently not enough for it to have its own name. So I think the term is uniquely Australian...but I could be wrong.

Anyway, I spent my last Sunday afternoon in Western Australia having caprioskas and a wander by the water with my lovely friend Liv, of Col Panna.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Last days in Sydney / Rilke


I'm sleeping on the floor in my fictive sister's shoebox of an apartment. My fictive sister and my newly adopted fictive brother.

Rilke's words are circling in my head.

"Es leben so viele und wollen nichts." / There are so many who are alive and yet desire nothing.

I have spent the last few years so afraid of my own weakness and wrongness that somehow I ended up convincing myself that I didn't want any of what I knew I did.

Which has been awful. To look at your own life stretching out ahead is very dreary when you believe that even permanent employment and moving out of your parents' house are too much to ask for, let alone the really delicious things, the love and magic and fulfillment.

But I am beginning to believe lately, for minutes at a time, that I might be able to have what I want.

"Noch bist du nicht kalt, und es ist nicht zu sp├Ąt." / You are not dead yet, and it is not too late.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Read in November 2012

Titles link to the pertinent Goodreads page — feel free to add me as a friend.

1. Shatterglass, by Tamora Pierce

2. Someday Find Me, by Nicci Cloke

3. Annie on My Mind, by Nancy Garden

4. Depression: A Guide for the Newly Diagnosed, by Lee Coleman

5. Paranormalcy, by Kiersten White

6. About a Girl, by Joanne Horniman

7. My Candlelight Novel, by Joanne Horniman