Has Tumblr been hiccuping? Man, guys, I posted a video of Quincy a week ago and it’s gone! I swore to you I wouldn’t talk about her too much, wouldn’t exploit her to garner the love of the world. But when Stephanie called and said, “Waddup with you taking down that video that brought me so much joy and my raison d’etre?!” I replied, “You must be nuts! I posted it!” It’s gone, though, gone, gone gone. Here’s another one of Quincy prior to my Great Cleanup (which is to say, sorry for the mess) - the ending of this was not set up. Quincy has some great delivery. She’s gonna be the knees on a bee trotting around in cat-fitted pajamas. (I crocheted her a sweater, actually. No, really, I did. So, yeah, what are you doing for Valentine’s?)
P.S. This video has a black bar across the bottom? Don’t ask me. Some extra fuss tacked on in uploading. One shouldn’t discuss work and a cat in the same day. (I wanted to call those major faux pas of classy blogging, but really, major faux paws, but really, OK, shut up.)
8:40 pm • 23 January 2011 • 10 notes • view comments
Taming: ants, hair and Quincy.
I briefly thought that everyone had quit Tumblr, recognizing that I haven’t seen much of many of you lately. Maybe you haven’t been around - I wouldn’t know. Truth is, I have found myself bored with the Internet. I would hate to think that my job - as piddly and barely creative as it is - has provided the sort of sense of purpose that the Internet used to bring, thus making the Internet itself seem like a total snooze. It isn’t something I’ve been consciously avoiding. There are a lot of interesting things on the Internet, people like (some of) yourselves included! I reckon this is just one of those phases we go through, that I am going through as I adjust to a new routine. My god, I do like a routine - haven’t had one of these in three years! To get up at the same time, drink coffee and watch the news, to go to sleep around about the same time reading a book, well - it makes me sound downright old-womanly, but hell, I’ll take it. I’m enjoying myself.
So what if I spent the weekend doing my taxes, reorganizing an ant farm, collecting six bags for Goodwill, fixing my record player’s speakers and drinking spiked cider? I’m thrilled. Things are in order, I’m prepared to sally forth into the great unknown. I have an entire box of stationary for letter writing. I have traded out supplies in my everyday art supply bag to things I’m more likely to use everyday. I have found some new music and have a small stack of books to read. I have promised myself to make/write one thing (though small it may be), and to read (even if it is just 10 pages) daily. Things are well. I hope you’re well. Maybe I’ve missed you.
5:59 pm • 23 January 2011 • 26 notes • view comments
Can we, for a moment, discuss if this is real? To what extent does an accent improve or degrade credibility? Holy shit, forget it, let’s focus - is this real?
10:33 am • 22 January 2011 • 8 notes • view comments
Here’s a video of my drive from work cut down to three minutes from about fifteen. It’s all shot and quickly edited on my phone. In this, I pass by my high school, a park bench that I feel sorry for, and other locations that have been mentioned on here. Song: Beulah - If We Can Land a Man on the Moon, Surely I Can Win Your Heart.
7:37 am • 20 January 2011 • 6 notes • view comments
Well, here we were, a few weeks back on the night the fog snuck in. Fog isn’t a thing unfamiliar, but it’s something people remark upon around here - hell, here I am still thinking about it. Fog isn’t dispatched to this region too often, the reason for which I’m sure isn’t too difficult to procure. My nearly a quarter-century worth of living hasn’t taught me too many truths, but I’m pretty certain we’re all shallow aesthetes, so let’s not tarry too long on the science behind beauty. This was a good fog, that’s all that needs saying. This picture is mostly of concrete and a weird intersection with the cardinal directions written within it. In this location, I once saw that individual who inspired this online scribbling:
I spotted a woman with a blond wig carelessly plopped on the top of her head with breasts the size of…well, after shouting an explicative that nearly caused a wreck, I described them as “perfectly cylindrical buoys.” They were the stupidest damn things I’ve ever seen. Even a camel would be shocked by that stock of fat.
- November 6, 2010
But, I digress. You should’ve seen the way the light shone through the fog, creating odd shadows for the Spanish moss. Sometimes I feel like packing up and getting going, other times I think there are limits to the distance I’m willing to move. And christ, I’ll sound ridiculous, but those boundaries may be described as being within the borders of where the live oaks grow.
Well, who knows. Minds change like the weather - predictably and always, but we never fail to act surprised. What I do know is that I have a kitten and someone’s building me a bar and everything’s alright right now.
8:49 pm • 18 January 2011 • 9 notes • view comments
Well, here we were, a few weeks back on the night the fog snuck in. Fog isn’t a thing unfamiliar, but it’s something people remark upon around here - hell, here I am still thinking about it. Fog isn’t dispatched to this region too often, the reason for which I’m sure isn’t too difficult to procure. My nearly a quarter-century worth of living hasn’t taught me too many truths, but I’m pretty certain we’re all shallow aesthetes, so let’s not tarry too long on the science behind beauty. This was a good fog, that’s all that needs saying. This picture is mostly of concrete and a weird intersection with the cardinal directions written within it. In this location, I once saw that individual who inspired this online scribbling:
I spotted a woman with a blond wig carelessly plopped on the top of her head with breasts the size of…well, after shouting an explicative that nearly caused a wreck, I described them as “perfectly cylindrical buoys.” They were the stupidest damn things I’ve ever seen. Even a camel would be shocked by that stock of fat.
- November 6, 2010
But, I digress. You should’ve seen the way the light shone through the fog, creating odd shadows for the Spanish moss. Sometimes I feel like packing up and getting going, other times I think there are limits to the distance I’m willing to move. And christ, I’ll sound ridiculous, but those boundaries may be described as being within the borders of where the live oaks grow.
Well, who knows. Minds change like the weather - predictably and always, but we never fail to act surprised. What I do know is that I have a kitten and someone’s building me a bar and everything’s alright right now.
10:50 pm • 17 January 2011 • view comments
This is Quincy S. Cason.
She doesn’t sit still for photographs. Plus, she’s black, limiting the backgrounds against which you can see her.
The shelter called her “a terror,” but I think that translates as personality.
Her tail is too big and throws her off-balance.
Her necklace has honeybees on it. Betsy and Stephanie will regale you in the tale of how I lost her for a half-hour in a single room. She’s little and black, OK? The bell-studded, brightly colored necklace makes her easier to keep track of now.
I will not exploit her to gain followers on here.
Her middle name is Sacagawea.
2:57 pm • 16 January 2011 • 3 notes • view comments
This is Quincy S. Cason.
She doesn’t sit still for photographs. Plus, she’s black, limiting the backgrounds against which you can see her.
The shelter called her “a terror,” but I think that translates as personality.
Her tail is too big and throws her off-balance.
Her necklace has honeybees on it. Betsy and Stephanie will regale you in the tale of how I lost her for a half-hour in a single room. She’s little and black, OK? The bell-studded, brightly colored necklace makes her easier to keep track of now.
I will not exploit her to gain followers on here.
Her middle name is Sacagawea.
2:28 pm • 16 January 2011 • view comments
Dear Internet,
This man may turn my mid-century record console into a bar. My dad and I were totally wow-eyed checking out his shop this evening.
Very excited,
Elizabeth
P.S. You should also read the accompanying article. There are pictures; you like pictures.
10:56 pm • 14 January 2011 • 16 notes • view comments
Dear Internet,
This man may turn my mid-century record console into a bar. My dad and I were totally wow-eyed checking out his shop this evening.
Very excited,
Elizabeth
P.S. You should also read the accompanying article. There are pictures; you like pictures.
10:54 pm • 14 January 2011 • view comments
