i've got a crush on this woman

Frances McDormand
the name Frances *Francie* is on our baby girl list

she's in 2 of my favorite movies, ever:

Fargo and the fantastic, totally marvelous, compulsively watchable Wonder Boys, based on a book just as marvelous. If you haven't watched either or one, I recommend,
I recommend!

and

she is just one of those people that makes everything three times as more interesting because she is saying it or she is doing it. it's the metre of her voice, the quirk in her eye, the intellect mixed with mysterious weirdness, the adult woman sexual confidence, the turn in the corners of her mouth, the frankness of her speech- her interpretation of life is fascinating.

People In Your Neighborhood: the amazing Fiona Watson

I came across Fiona's Flickr stream at Daydream Lily's lovely blog, and found Fiona's website through that

the etchings are amazing. i also love the beautiful names she gives her pieces.

'waterwings' is one of my favorites. it gives me shivers and ache, in the soul place.

tadpoles has a similar effect on me. how can a simple glass of tadpoles speak to the mystery and beauty of the world? well, just look.

In addition to her prints and etchings, Fiona also does commissioned portraits. I adore her work and will be visiting her images again and again. I think tadpoles might have inspired a short story from me.

Lola and Caspian

Santa Barbara, California

the Pogues cover me

goodbye to all that

Goodbye then. Goodbye to all that, baby. baby. no. No more nurtsie momma. No more rubbing my flanks from behind when you are nervous, or tittering with the mole in the crest of my throat for comfort. No more kissy lips like fish. no more flubber. no more Pokemon and the endless recitals of each character's prowess, powers. but most of all, what is filled there. The anger not made in my body or my hands but brought up in the kiln and fired in the kind of blaze that burns to bone and then even deeper into the cells of the bone so that your bones are empty and you are knock-kneed and sock-eyed and left to fill yourself with what you can create in your cave with what he has given you which is all stone, and fire, and stone, and fire, and the way you fly into the air is on the lip of the flame. Which I watch in self absorption thinking ' how did this happen when I was so sure it wasn't going to happen because I did everything, everything different and in the name of love? and again. how did this happen because i did everything they told me and the therapist gave me four years and I went on bended knee to show the wrong of me and make it right, all in the name of love? and again. how did this happen when I begged borrowed and worked every day and every night to burn it down and build it right and give it to you? only so that you would not hurt like this. only so that you would not self-destruct like this. and again. ' How can I make what isn't mine or scoop the mud clay from your chest and replace it with something else, something that does not leak from your eyes and mouth at night and leave you calling out in your dreams for it to stop! stop. I hadn't planned on the other love of your life, sweet boy. I hadn't calculated the weight of a father. Me. Of all people. Me. Not calculating the weight of a father. It's the same great play and I blinked when his part was announced in the opening and coughed and yawned and thought only of my hand in yours on the stage, your eyes looking at me, your little spirit and mind so fine, so fine, and so safe in my care. Me. Of all people. Not calculating the weight of a father. Or the weightlessness without.

babs and judy

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i've got a crush on this movie

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“What came first: the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?” - Rob Gordon, High Fidelity

things you desperately always wanted to know without realizing it

1 At dinner tonight, Lola and Dakota were picking on each other. Dakota made a haha on Lola, and Lola paused. Mr. Curry and I looked up from our plates. Lola opened her mouth and said ' Dakota, I hope you get cervical cancer in your brain. ' ..... hm. Uh. Yes. Well. All I can say is that the government is possibly a little overenthusiastic in informing the populous about cervical cancer, without informing said populous about what a cervix is. Exactly.

2 When you pour bleach onto copious amounts of dog urine, the urine fizzes. And pops.

3 One of the secrets to happiness is champagne.

4 Onsies for Babies That I Have Created In My Mind: Emotional Terrorist
Life's Been Good To Me So Far
My Mother Has Fantastic Breasts
My Daddy's Sperm Beat Your Daddy's Sperm
Someone Cut My Umbilical Cord And I Haven't Been Happy Since
De Je Vu: Old Soul's Club

5 Another secret to happiness: erotic French movies. Hm. The French seem to have a lot to do with happiness. While America is swinging more on the wildly ' nihilistic and empty ' side, as Joan Didion said. Speaking of Joan Didion, if you haven't read The Year of Magical Thinking, and you are a person who is alive and might someday die or know someone who dies, you want to read this book.

6 Christmas is about a Savior being born. I am not religious but I believe in living a purposeful life. I believe the deepest meaning we can extract from life comes from what we nourish and love, and how much we do so. I am thinking as hard as my little beady mind can about what things to do this December to give to the world around me. We bought coffee for the immigrants in front of Starbucks and I plan on doing so for the rest of the month. I even risked humiliation by using my subpar Spanish to ask ' Quieras cafe con leche? ' I started a fundraiser for a Visa Gift Card for a young married mother of two young children who is going to die of breast cancer, and we will be giving her the card soon. My kids are donating toys to Goodwill and will be each picking an act of kindness to perform. I have not kicked my dogs today, even though Wolfgang snuck on the coffee table while Mr. Curry was in the bathroom and grabbed the entire butter jar with his white Wolfie teeth and yes, you know, it's true- he ate the entire carton of butter. Mr. Curry came out of the bathroom to find Wolfgang looking slightly ill and also sporting a large white pat of butter directly between his eyes.

7 This.