badgerbag: messy, surly, full of books

readingRead "A Little Princess" for

reading

Read "A Little Princess" for the million hundredth time. I used to not cry AT ALL at these sort of books. Anything that seemed like pathos, I just laughed at it for being campy. Now I cry like a fool when Miss Minchin storms up the stairs or god forbid, when Elsie blots her copybook.

Mailed most of the Composite mags out to people.

Reading The Heptameron by Marguerite de Navarre. It's great! I recommend the P.A. Chilton translation and also his excellent introduction.

a shout out to all

a shout out to all my peeps

that baby mockingbird...it was so big... so ROUND... so SPOTTY...

Its mom kept fluttering down from the roof or the fence and then up again. Occasionally she'd jam a worm or a bug down the baby's throat. It peeped a lot; sometimes it made a grown-up mockingbird clucking sound. When it saw us it shut up fast. I am hoping it got back into its nest. It seemed impossibly fat.

I like, fat, BIRDS and I cannot lie,
you other watchers can't deny,
that when a bird hops by with no existing waist
just a round thing in your face
...[lost inspiration]
my spotting scope don't want none
unless you've got buns, hon...

no wait, that didn't work. um.

sultry vixenThe Notorious Kimberly...and more

sultry vixen

The Notorious Kimberly...


and more karaoke fun:


Hey! Put me down! I'm butch, I tell you! No, I'm really, really butch tonight! You can tell because I'm wearing your same outfit! Goddamnit!

This is the lot of us listening to Rob sing "Me and Julio down by the schoolyard" -- a song which he managed to infuse with amazing metaphysical meaning above and beyond anything I thought humanly possible. Or maybe I shouldn't have eaten that "special cookie". I think in that state I would have read amazing meaning into jhk's melodramatic morning-shower renderings of "Calendar Girl".


Normally I can't handle being serenaded in public. What does the object of the serenade do? Without a fan to flutter, without false eyelashes, all I can do is stand there like a deer in the vocal headlights.