November 2010
October 2010
So, I had butter explode on me in the microwave. Don’t worry I have a picture of the butter dripping from the ceiling of it, and you’ll get to see it soon. I need to finish baking these cupcakes first. Hm
Kanye West & Bon Iver ‘Lost In The World’
Album version
Measure the walls. Count the ribs. Notch the long days.
Look up for blue sky through the spout. Make small fires
with the broken hulls of fishing boats. Practice smoke signals.
Call old friends, and listen for echoes of distant voices.
Organize your calendar. Dream of the beach. Look each way
for the dim glow of light. Work on your reports. Review
each of your life’s ten million choices. Endure moments
of self-loathing. Find the evidence of those before you.
Destroy it. Try to be very quiet, and listen for the sound
of gears and moving water. Listen for the sound of your heart.
Be thankful that you are here, swallowed with all hope,
where you can rest and wait. Be nostalgic. Think of all
the things you did and could have done. Remember
treading water in the center of the still night sea, your toes
pointing again and again down, down into the black depths.
My dad has been comparing me living at home to being in the belly in of a whale for the past six months or so and is all “something AMAZING is going to happen.” I’m usually an optimist, during this case, absolutely not, but I do feel I’ve done all of these things.