Cooking, calming, clearing

The other day when the anxiety started getting bad, I vacillated on taking “the pill”. I meant to and then forgot. But as the day went on I became more and more anxious. After grocery shopping I decided to try something different. I went in the kitchen and just cooked and cooked for a couple of hours. Acorn squash, beets, sweet and sour beet greens, chicken stock, potatoes, preparing the cilantro for making cilantro chutney (today).

Eh Voila the anxiety dissipated. It wasn’t about eating, I never really got a chance to eat more than a quick dinner. It was really about chopping shit, counting endlessly counting, the knife strokes and the number of pieces of this or that. The creative processes of thinking about which approach and seasoning to go with on each food. The movements, the focusing on efficiency and the economy of movement. The getting out of one head and into another. Connecting with my kitchen muse and completely letting go in a very controlled and focused way. I freakin’ LOVE cooking. It is actually a really good reason to love the weather change. I can finally get back into my kitchen, turn on the stove and get happy again.

Am earworm

Aggggghhhh! That freakin' odd number counting song by that Fiest chick. DAMN YOU ipod. It just won’t go away. Somebody please kill me now.

Digital Demons

Now heralding hit 6666

Homework Avoidance

1. Where you named after anyone:
A song apparently

2. When was the last time you cried?
I don’t usually cry. I leak. But I do recall suddenly crying heartrendingly for about 5 minutes earlier this last summer. Then I thought about how stupid I probably looked.

3. Do you like your handwriting?
Yes

4. What is your favorite lunch meat?
Real turkey

5. Do you have kids?
Noooooo.

6. If you were another person would you be friends with you?
I would try but that bitch is so damn prickly and exacting.

7. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
It’s my refuge

8.Do you still have your tonsils?
No and my advice is don’t get em yanked as an adult

9. Would you bungee jump?
I would if I wasn’t fat and terrified of my back.

10. What is your favorite cereal?
Raisin Bran

11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
Untie

12. Do you think you are strong?
Oh yeah

13. What is your favorite ice cream?
Peppermint chip with chocolate sauce

14. What is the first thing you notice about people?
Whether they are wearing somebody's “uniform”

15. Red or pink?
Red oh red

16. What is your least favorite thing about yourself?
Anxiety related symptomatic disorders

17. Who do you miss the most?
My innocence

18. You want everyone to blog this?
I no understand

19. What color pants and shoes are you wearing?
Pants as in the British underwear? None
Shoes black with brownish soles

20. What was the last thing you ate?
Rich, chocolate Ovaltine

21. What are you listening to right now?
Coronation Street

22. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
Some nice green

23. Favorite Smells?
Petrichor, 4711, Satsuma, Monteil Parfum and grapefruit

24. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
Dad

25. Do you like the person who sent this to you?
Stole this from you mean? Hell’a

26. Favorite sport to watch?
Skateboarding

27. Hair color?
At the moment Cherry Cola

28. Eye color?
Brown

29. Do you wear contacts?
Not yet, thinking about it.

30. Favorite food?
Something Thai or Murgh Tikka Masala

31. Scary movies or happy endings?
Old scary movies not this dang modern crap

32. Last movie you watched?
IDK. Oh wait, High Anxiety this am

33. What color shirt are you wearing?
Black

34. Summer or Winter?
Spring and Fall thankyou very much

35. Hugs or kisses?
I’m told I give good hug so....

36. Favorite Dessert?
Chocolate Mousse

37. Most likely to post this on their blog?
Eh, whatever

38. Least likely to blog this?
Eh, whatever

39. What book are you reading now?
“Nicomachean Ethics” by Aristotle, “Eye of the Sybil” by Philip K. Dick, just finished “Tales of the Unexpected” by Roald Dahl, read “While Mrs. Coverly Was Away” this morning on the bus and read “Carrie” by Stephen King yesterday. Much of that was/is for school

40. What is on your mouse pad?
Padses? We don’t need no stinkin’ padses.

41. What did you watch on TV last night?
Corrie Street, Dr. Who double feature, cartoons

42. Favorite sound?
Water in many permutations

43. Rolling Stones or Beatles?
Stones

44. What is the furthest you have ever been from home?
Probably Sweden or England

45. Do you have a special talent?
Peevishness, baton twirling, and a little knack for the pasteboards

46. Where were you born?
Ithaca, NY


47. Whose answers are you looking forward to getting back?
Eh, whatever

48. What time is it?
7:56 pm EDT.

Early am earworm

Sunrise -The Bottom 99

I call him so

I attended Mr. Jacob “Shakin’ “ Woods memorial service Sunday. I took Uncle Bunny as he has known Mr. Woods as well.
It was not very elaborate, yet very well attended as one would naturally predict. There was a lot of his family there which was really very nice. The main “host” was Keith Hafner. He is not my cuppa tea whatsoever. Very, very, Xtian.

I saw many, many people that I haven’t seen in years. Including one person I hadn’t seen in about 30 years. I also saw the usual parade of human behavior which I (naturally) will kvetch about.

What is it about such an occasion that makes many people act so weirdly? They either make it all about themselves or all about God. It’s as if they can’t focus on the dead at all. I overheard much social “jockeying”. The whole “I am actually important here” thing.

I also have to notice that Jo Mathis excluded my interview from M-Live because it was a real story about real street life (which is where Mr. Woods spent his reality) and the real Mr. Woods. It was not some sanitized, charmed up, version of how some shopkeeper imagined his life to be. It was about how Mr. Woods saved my ass from a serial rapist late one night around ‘79 because one of the things he did was look out for the little, lost, kids. This is why Mr. Woods knew that anything he needed or wanted, if I had it to give, was his. Not the least of which is the title of Mister.

Early Am Earworm

Tearaway - Bullseye Virus

Am Earworm

“Let’s Spend The Night Together” - The Rolling Stones version

Yesterday afternoon it was several hours of “ No Parking On The Dance Floor”. IDK by whom. Maybe The Barkays?

Dreams & wurms

Ooo I dreamed I had a job. Scary.
Selling Indian clothes at a Qwiky Mart all night on Sunday nights. Ridiculous.
Then I woke up with the H. R. Puffenstuf theme playing for an earworm. Sweet.

Did it

Yup, Yup, prepare for the golden age

Shades of Hades

OK I’m going to try to do something very tricky and apocalyptic. I’m going to try to get my 6 hundreth sixty sixth post to coincide with my 6 thousandth, 6 hundred and sixth hit.

A car I saw last summer

The roof AIN’T on fire

In fact it’s possibly one of the coolest roofs I now have the pleasure of owning.....

Early AM earworm

Wait For The Wagon- old folk tune.
No indications where the hell that one came from. The far distant past I guess.

OK OK already

I admit it I have been nose deep in books, yes actual books, lately. At school they’ve got me reading Aristotle’s “Nicomachean Ethics” and if you don’t think that’s as thick and chewy as it gets you’d be wrong. Then in addition I went to the Kerrytown bookfest and spent WAY too much and added another stack to the perpetual “needs reading” pile. Following which I went to UBU’s bookstore and added another bundle. I have just about finished a Rod Serling collection which offered up a bunch of nice horror I’ve never run across before, including a really cool Nathaniel Hawthorne. As well as an incredibly dark, weird, apocalyptic story by Jane Roberts. I have to wonder if it’s “my” Jane Roberts, as in the author of the Seth material. The time frame is certainly right.

There is also the fact that we now have internet on only one computer for awhile and the demand for my lap box has gone way up. So basically these are excuses for why I suck. Pictures this weekend I promise.

Sunday morning midpoint earworm

While Kitchen cleaning and catching up on composting this one popped. Rather appropriate for the moment...

Sadie - The Commodores (I’m pretty sure)

The lyric is:
“Early one Sunday morning,
Breakfast was on the table,
there was no time to eat
she said to me,
“Boy hurry to Sunday School....”

“Sadie (Sadie May)
don’t you know we love you
sweet Sadie
place no one above you
sweet Sadie
living in the past
well it’s funny
how no money
can turn your head around”
etc., etc.

AM Earworm

The “Faygo Remembers” jingle

AM earworm

Me covering Patti Smith’s cover of “Gloria”.
I had a very weird dream wherein the whole family sang a rousing version. One of those damnable Geico cavemen showed up as well, feh. He was courting a medieval damsel.... apparently time has lost it’s rigidity in my brain. I suppose I’m well primed for a trip to the creationist museum now.

Blame it on the boogie

Blame everything on the yard sale
No really. It really is it’s fault. It put me so far behind in everything:
School reading
Housework (and created extra)
Bill Paying
Eating properly
Blogging

I have had to just get my hyper-focus on all week and put my life back together. So that’s that and that’s all done. Now I have to go uptown and try to undue some of the damage neglecting the bills has done. I may have lost my safe deposit box. That would really suck.....

i haven’t even had time to read the newspaper since Sunday. I keep buying ‘em, they keep piling up, maybe tomorrow.....

AM Earworm

Word Up - Cameo