Giddy like a little professing child

What do I love more than almost anything? Off I go!

(Oh, and if you are reading this and you think you might know of the super secret location in which I might be super secretly heading and you think you too might be super secretly heading in my super secret direction, email me!! There might just be super secret meetings of super secret blogging folks at this super secret location.)

I'm alive! Alive! (cue music)

Oh the work, it consumes me. As proof of my continued existence, I shall do the ubiquitous music meme. As seen in its ubiquity and TWICE at Dr. Crazy's (proving she's no ubiquity snob =).

The rules:
Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 25 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Strike through when someone gets them right
Step 5: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING.

1. There was a rapture, so I can never see you anymore.
2. You don't need your name in bright lights.
3. Breaking away to the other side, I want to make sense of why we live and die.
4. In my mother's house, there's a photograph of a day gone past.
5. She found a fifth-wheel trailer and a blueblood cat.
6. You say you want a revolution. (The Beatles, "Revolution")
7. G Gb F E D Gmi C7 Bmi . . .
8. Jesus, don't cry. (Wilco, "Jesus, etc.")
9. Got to get in on the scene, hon?
10. It's going down, Tennessee.
11. The festival was over and the boys were all planning for a fall. (Dylan, "Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts")
12. Well, Annie's pretty neat.
13. We came down the rivers and the highways.
14. By the way, you know that hope will make you strange.
15. Someone and someone were down by the pond looking for something to plant in the lawn. (Neil Young, "Words")
16. Like a mirror, I'm nothing.
17. Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while. (Led Zeppelin, "Gallows Pole")
18. Mary, Mary, where you been?
19. Hand over hand on the lifeline, luckily the knots stay tight. (Morphine, "Rope on Fire")
20. Seen the arrow on the doorpost saying this land is condemned all the way from New Orleans to Jerusalem. (Dylan, "Blind Willie McTell")
21. I told you how I feel but you don't care.
22. Have I a hope or half a chance to even ask if I could dance with you?
23. Driving in the South, the motor's on fire.
24. I'm walking out in a force ten gale. (Radiohead, "Scatterbrain")
25. Turn off that weak jam, man.

Poetry Friday, but of course Brautigan

Kafka's Hat

With the rain falling
surgically against the roof,
I ate of dish of ice cream
that looked like Kafka's hat.

It was a dish of ice cream
tasting like an operating table
with the patient staring
up at the ceiling.


For my student who suggested that what we were each experiencing in separate ways this week was the same uncanny feeling that we were living in a Kafka story.

This week's wardrobe inspired by . . .

I have written about my Imaginary Perfect Haircut before. I want it desperately, but it would not work with my thick crazy Medusa locks. In times of stress when fortitude and cool are needed, I walk around with my imaginary haircut (imaginarily) and thereby become a total bad ass.

The ubiquitous Agyness Deyn is currently rocking my Imaginary Perfect Haircut in REAL LIFE. I want to find her irritating, but I can't because a) she really rocks the IPH; and b) I ultimately think that underlying the current widespread irritation at Agyness Deyn is the lame and elitist and even more irritating kneejerk reaction against ubiquity itself. Oh, and if you had no idea who Agyness Deyn was before you read this paragraph: This is Agyness Deyn. She is a British model. She is ubiquitous! How did her ubiquity escape you?! OMG! Be irritated!

A riddle

Currently my cell phone is in parts and stuffed into two bags of uncooked basmati rice.

Have I gone mad or is there some reason for this?


Updated: Ya'll are awesome and make me laugh. Geeka's soaked phone theory is correct. I threw a half-full and not quite closed bottle of water in my bag with my cell phone. The rest of you also correct. I am quite mad, but in this case I am crazy like a fox, a mad genius. After spending the night in rice, my cell phone is completely dry, quite fragrant, and in perfect working order.

1000 days

Yesterday marked 1000 days since I smoked a cigarette. I had intended to do a long post about quitting on that day, but judging by the way my schedule is looking it might be 1030 days or 1040 days or 1066 days by the time I get around to writing such a post. But I am marking it today in order a) to remind myself to do such a post; b) to let you say "Yay! Woo hoo hoo, Medusa!!"; and c) not to smoke a congratulatory cigarette* to celebrate my accomplishment.



*Note to my smoky smoking friends who want to quit: I actually have no desire whatsoever to smoke a cigarette these days. I much prefer dream-smoking with Johnny Depp.

Poetry Friday, Brautigan for the overscheduled and the lovely love of eccentricity

The Shenevertakesherwatchoff Poem

Because you always have a clock
strapped to your body, it's natural
that I should think of you as the
   correct time:
with your long blond hair at 8:03,
and your pulse-lightning breasts at
11:17, and your rose-meow smile at 5:30,
   I know I'm right.

I am saucy that way

As seen as Brigindo's.

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(Someday I will post something other than a meme. You have no idea how much I miss my wardrobe-inspired-by posts. Oh--but Lina created an outfit for me for an upcoming wardrobe-challenging event, and it is perfecto!)

Quite true

As seen at New Kid's and Luckybuzz's

What American accent do you have? Your Result: The Midland   "You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio.
The West
The South
The Inland North
Boston
The Northeast
North Central
Philadelphia
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I am accentless, but I am not from Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, or Missouri. I was born across the river from Philly; I did live in Indiana for a short time (and my grandparents lived there all of my life); my parents lived in Missouri, where my sister was born; I spent a chunk of my early childhood in West Virginia, which is close to these places; and I have lived in nearly every single area in the U.S. but "The Midland" since. So, yes, this is also the American gypsy/migrant family accent. Like a good gypsy, I often pick up the accent of the people I am around.

Quick de-tox

I have decided to cut out alcohol completely and cut down on sugary treats for the next seven days or so. At the same time, I am drinking lots of water and dandelion root tea. I do this from time to time to give my sweet friend, the liver, a break. The problem with doing it now is that my stress levels are through the roof, and I could really really use that glass of wine now and then (and now and now and then and then) to take the edge off. (I know, I know--am using alcohol to medicate, not good, yadda yadda . . .that's another debate that I'd love to have with all those interested over drinks sometime. =) I think the edge-off wine is ultimately adding to my stress at the moment by exacerbating my exhaustion and insomnia and irritability and by doing nothing at all to amp up my productivity levels which need to be amped to their full ampage right now.

And so Medusa is as sober as a judge. I would truly appreciate any support or stress-relieving tips you can offer!

Brautigan Saturday, Repeat

I am pretty sure I have posted this poem before, but since April indeed can be the cruellest month I thought I would (via Brautigan) offer a repair kit:

Karma Repair Kit: Items 1-4

1. Get enough food to eat,
          and eat it.

2. Find a place to sleep where it is quiet,
          and sleep there.

3. Reduce intellectual and emotional noise
    until you arrive at the silence of yourself,
          and listen to it.

4.

Photobucket meme

Took this down because new pictures started popping up in place of or in addition to those originally posted, even though I was not editing the post. Freaky.

Solar-powered gorgon

Hello insomnia, my old friend. What has it been, several months of shorter days and longer nights? Well, come on in and settle in until late October or so, as I know you will.

What shall we read? Write? Paint? Sew? Compile? How about a big thick binder of promotion and tenure materials?

Cool? Cool! Do you want to make a pot of tea or shall I?

I give 134%

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This is 134% MORE than other websites who took this test.

As seen at Lina's, who swears as robustly and finely as anyone I know, despite the poor results of her test. I must say I am deeply suspicious of a cuss-o-meter with the range labels "darnit," "a-hole," and "f-bomb."