pep talk: the indescribable agitation of life

"Only here . . .each insect carries a globe of the world in his head, and the webs of the forest are schemes evolved for the smooth conduct of business; and honey is treasure of one sort and another; and the stir in the air is the indescribable agitation of life" (Virginia Woolf,  Jacob's Room, Chapter 12, link)

trying to wrap up my final paper, which is centered on this idea of "the indescribable agitation of life."

i think most people can relate to finals being stressful... in the past i've been able to talk myself through it. i've told myself, stress doesn't change the fact that the work needs to get done. stress or not, time will pass and someday I'll be on the other side. worrying doesn't help me meet my goals.

not always easy, though. i have to keep working on this. have to take a break and chill for a bit. get to bed on time. eat real food.

twelve hours from now, this will be behind me.

and in the meantime, this "indescribable agitation of life" idea is pretty cool i guess.

ryan asked me earlier if i wanted an egg and i said egguess.

and then he made us an incredible dinner starring eggs (heart eyes)

like a vacuumed room with the lights off but rainbow christmas lights on

A song that turns on a shuffle of images

Something like 8 PM cloudy night

Pancakes and wine

Coffee and onions

Pomegranates at night

Some slivered moon

Some quivering clouds

Shivering the rain down

Rainy Day in LA

I'm in the mood
for stormy weather

(it had to be you;
you're my thrill)


these foolish things

i will get there.

bugs

i'm writing about bugs

in Jacob's Room

insects and spiders, butterflies, whatever

i actually had a lot of fun with my rhetoric paper though.  i talked about how the rhetoric of technology in the commonly used body-as-machine metaphor can be harmful when applied to pregnancy because in situations of pregnancy losses the metaphor suggests that would be a user error, and that's messed up, right?  i have a lot to say about that, because feminism, duh

but when it comes to insects in jacob's room, I'm like okay

butterflies seem....hopeful?

. . .

spider imagery is... dark?///

bees are.... active?

just give me like three more hours and i'll have a decent thesis k?  i'll let you know how it goes.

(i like rhetoric studies so much more than lit.) (enough complaining, back to work) (*poor, punctuation) *i know

, , , ellipsis . . .

ellip...sis (elliptical sis)

I'll write a list , , , like this , , , 

comma comma comma
dot dot dot
what was that
,
,
,

I forgot , , , 

.
.
.

(me too i forgot)

. . . 

(wait are you the same one or not?)

just checking

also i have been wondering since August if it was clear that my blog post title "abcdefgh" stood for

Anxiety
Beauty
Comedy
Darkness
Euphoria
Fragility
Gratitude
Humility

a la edward gorey

okay, cool, i knew you would understand

coming up next time, in acronyms:

Innocence
Justice
Karma
Lies
Metanoia
Negativity
Openness
Praise

(Perhaps followed later by Questions, Recitations, Situations, etc)

Alright folks, that's our show!

noise-sensicalifornia

Today is a day tough on sentences, rough on construction, hazed of meaning, bumpy with feeling, course on content, slow on the gear shift and stalling.

Solo, so low... Sola Solita, no me diga que eres una gata. Someday I'll play en la playa. Someday I'll sell cellophane, hear me behind the window pane--I'll tell you I'm not home, even if I sit alone, ring the rungs, I've just begun

Fire season in nonsensicalifornia means finals and potatoes I keep thinking are apples from this going quickly and missing the everyday, meanwhile mired in the mundane.

Or it's when you try to make pie crust without enough water so it doesn't stick together is today and you want the dough but it's not forming that's today

Something Ryan called sugar words are when the brain trips so meanings are born into mutant syntax, things like, "Are you in the place for the timing with potatoes?" Or "Are you timering for the potato hashrowns?" Or "did you put it on for the beeps of the minutes?" Or "The toaster has the minutes on?" You see my words can run clear in a laminar flow; othertimes turbulent; chunks of quick slow slip out my lips or of this time it's fingers

glued to nonsensicalifornia

Solita

Sola pauses her work on cat stuff to say what's up to nonsensicalifornia.

Shout out to Ryan for snagging this picture.

ores, you know, like iron ore, the raw material

Radical rhetorical
ridiculous historical
(let's come back to that another night
after another circle)

bl bl bl bl I'm dreaming

blue buzz blurs
blips burrs

bras

bristle

thinking of how "ores" words aren't the happiest (my thoughts led by euphonics)

gores
whores
wars
sores
snores

A point--disjoint
the value
system in the first place

problematize
recognize

bores are good.
(a boring flight is better, right?)

Chores are good. Come on, they are.

Floors are good, duh

Snores fine, like sleep tight, bed time.

Internet Home

How did I get to this odd place?

Time to go back home.

Home: Start.

(I know the paths before me) or (I will look for signs and follow the road)

Home--here is my collection.

Here's the feed.

Curl up and read.

Home online may start the session 

but do we end it at home?

Home as a sanctuary, home as a prison,

Home as a launchpad, home as a prism

bending us seven directions

silly elecromagnetism

peeking out from behind the pages, in love

Nonsensicaliwho?

Me? Oh! You caught me! Hiding beneath the leaves.

You see me smiling? Oh you thought I was what?

Oh, I have something on my teeth?

Oh.

Oh hey I got married!!!! Awwwwww

swoooooon 

sigh

ready for the saccharine?

I wanna give a big shoutout tonight to my man Ryan.

Honestly, our wedding day was the best day of my life. Civil ceremony in Ventura. Honeymoon in Pismo Beach.  On our way up there, we stopped in Los Olivos, and when we got out of the car, bells were ringing....

(Queue "'Til there was you")

Pismo Beach, Goofing Around

Ryan and I also had our anniversary of dating last weekend... so he took me out to dinner and the pianist played that song.  It was so beautiful awwwwww and we told the waitress we'd be back for my birthday next month, and she said that omg how old are you? thought we were her age! then told us we would have "beautiful young looking babies"

"No I never heard them at all" .... swoooooooooooooon  awwww I love him awwwww I super love him awwww

I also got hella sick last weekend and Ryan made me homemade ginger ale and some bomb chicken soup. I want you to love and appreciate that... but not too much because he is mine, k?

Updates on everyday life: Life is very good these days. Making time to write is SUCH fun omg I love this, but obviously during the semester, you'll hear less of me.  Then finals will end, I'll wrap up some websites I'm building, and tell you all my new jokes I've been working on. JK. I don't work on my jokes. JK.

seriously jk

ok smile cheeeese  wait what oops

Vision of Love

What's up nonsensicalifornia?

Me, just singing Mariah Carey all week.

And thinking of how much I love my man awwwwwww

a.b.c.d.e.f.g.h.

My heart swells through the universe: energy, stillness, ordering the nonlinear--

What if I'm not who I think I am? If I table concerns, repress my thoughts, over-manage my voice, never come back? Have I deleted the most ridiculous questions? I try to drop them but can't shock away the static cling.  I shake and they adhere. That's anxiety.

Kay Ryan writes of rivers as ribbons. I zoom in and step into the water's edge, an expanse of blue grey, a cloudy day. The wet sand braiding, the boats sailing, the fretting dissipating when the clouds roll back and expose the moon. The breath out in a long whooooo. I feel my man's smile. That's beauty.

Alphabetizing for order when the hugs are happy, the cats are well-fed, and the kitchen is clean. When this life, today, is treasure without tragedy. Don't take it all so seriously! Relax and just be silly. I can't stop laughing, lady! Disruption amid peace and happiness can be a portrait of comedy.

Dilute the stress with three parts water... This is the paragraph I do not write. This is the dream I do not remember. This is the curtain hiding broken windows, throes of woes, knots, blows--none of that anymore. Just watch where you step on the floor. Wake me up later. I'm not afraid of the dark. I have been into the dark. Just trust me. Just let me avoid the darkness.

Euphoria means everything connects no spaces graces taking places with no structure needed no orders heeded all ideas have seeded and are growing without rows and overgrowing overflowing all of us knowing the fleeting beating of the rush before the crush and gush of beauty connection trust perfection even illusion profusion enchantments charges forces barging in of course the source is euphoria.

Please don't say anymore. If I could only just sit down. Let me see if I have one. Can you wait? Let me rest a minute. Is there water? How long until the quiet? Would you tell me the words? Please say it. I can't take another second. I can't look. Maybe later. Please leave me. It's just this fragility.

Thank you for calling my name. I appreciate the honesty. I respect the need for stability. I trust this will work beautifully. Thank you for letting me and for forgiving me. Thank you rivers braiding, thank you, sunlight fading. Thank you for pointing out confusion, though answers still evade me, curtained by delusions. I'm grateful even for platitudes. Yes, happiness is gratitude. 

Thank you for listening, for the opportunity. It's an honor to have you visiting. Yours, with humility,

nonsensicalifornia

P.S.--

i.j.k.l.m.n.o.p.

Sayings for Cats, Part 2

She is jumping off my lap--
She is playing with her toys--
She is standing on the vanity, tagging the water from the faucet--

Hey! You're cute...
Did you know that you're so cute?
What are the challenges of being so cute?
Is it fun to be so cute?

What kind of cat stuff are you going to do today?
Are you busy?
Did you finish your homework?
Do you have to go now?
Did they cancel your meeting?

Are you too busy?
Are you busy doing cat stuff?
Did you finish your project?
How is it?

Did you eat your foods?
Do you like it?

Did you solve all the problems?
Did you tell her your secrets?
What's next for you, kitty?

Where's your toy?
Where is it?
Did you chase it?
Did you get it?
Where's the laser?
Where's your sister?

I love you, Baby Luna.
I love you, Baby Sola.
I love you, Baby Stella.

coffee, glossary, napkin

In the Wednesday class, the professor brought coffee for the class. Wow, grad school, this is great!

We are also doing a "collaborative glossary" which I think is the best idea I've ever heard. I love this and it makes me excited about doing my job, which gets down to how wonderful teaching and learning are, and which is also going pretty well today--thanks for asking.  But it's a short lunch hour and I'll be diving back into it now.

Ryan showed me math formulas on a napkin and I loved that too, while I finished the chinese chicken salad. That was a good moment today.

I think today's song is "Patron Saint" for good singing along in the head moments:

New Semester, Day 1

I feel pretty embarrassed when I think about the class I just left. Sort of foolish, like I had a shameful number of questions. The professor was awesome and patient... but I will be learning a lot this Fall.

I might not see you as often over the coming months, Nonsensicalifornia, but I'll check in when I can.

Much love,
Katie

Satie

Cloudy morning and happy afternoon backdropped by Satie

seriousness vs silliness

Have you ever gotten to the point where everything feels cheesy? When I look back on my older writing, it seems lame, ridiculous, somehow diluted--missing a spark of reality, clarity. '

(Looking back on my teenager poems, I see Shel Silverstein, e. e., Cummings, nursery rhymes, and Emily.)

Or maybe it's my usual mock naivete--a guise to surprise--to suggest we don't need to be taking this all so seriously.

It's no wonder, though, if I'm subverting reality, amplifying the silly, and transmuting clarity into hilarity. Or mystery. Isn't this life a mystery?

My voice is controlled. I'll maintain privacy and decorum on the internet for obvious reasons.  Is truth lost behind the curtain? I will hint and suggest the uncertain.

Maybe some images resonate.

A caricature of myself
inflating and distorting
clarity into absurdity
the serious and the silly into
nonsensicalifornia

In California, I think seriousness will win. But in nonsensicalifornia, there's no telling.

Sometimes I still wish I were Emily Dickinson.

Oh hey guess what. Classes 5 & 6 (out of 10) of my grad school program start next week. I am super excited and happy--just thrilled about the reading list. Lots of Virginia Woolf and thinking about rhetoric. More on that later!

fractions and factors

a piece representing
the entirety
a distortion
proportioned

in mathematical
precision

envision
revision

make another decision

focus
execute
shift gears
repeat

daze of the weak

In college, I got the stomach flu so bad, I fainted. I've fainted maybe 12 or 15 times in my life.

The first time I passed out, I was a kid--6 or 7. My ears had been pierced weeks earlier, and we were putting in new earrings for the first time.

I fainted in my bedroom, the kitchen, dorm rooms, hallways, a hookah bar. The worst time, I was driving on a Sunday afternoon. I could feel it coming on as I approached the red light. My vision was blacking out. I became very frightened, alerted the person with me, and managed to pull over.

The last time was another flu, last winter. When I came to, my cat, Luna, was lying on my stomach. That time I didn't worry. They'd checked my brain back in 2009 (EEG, MRI) and determined that I am A-OK. Just sensitive. Just gotta manage stress and watch my blood sugar.

"Do you have any other advice... like, should I try to.... eat more blueberries, or something?" I asked the neurologist.

"No, everything looks normal," he said.

The common factor among my swooning spells is a sinister combination of high stress and low blood sugar. I know this, so I can advise myself. Carry snacks. Take deep breaths. Have a walk. Laugh, talk.

But last night I felt dizzy and weak, faint and nauseous (hence last night's message of health). But I followed my advice! I took a sick day today. Just rest. Rest it away.

I'm amazed, though, at combinations of mental/emotional strength and physically frailty. The heart rises in its own way. Sometime you don't need to lift it, it will just rise.

Rise to the occasion, rise to the challenge

--thrive--you're alive--

think positive--

rise--

before you know it, you're afloat again. the color back in your face, the air again easy, the heart steady

maybe the waves of these waters are nonsense--nonsensicalifornia you just float along nonsense waters--but maybe this flows from seas of strength

strength in nonsense? if this were so serious, would you come back? does the silliness temper anxiety attacks? does a little wordplay help you forget what you lack?

seas of strength lie within me

i know it; the oars know it

draw deep on the well

pour strength and share it

"Know your power," someone strong told me.

Find your strength. Declare it.

waves in the water

singing singing
the only way

why the blue
why gray

heroic volume
sonorous
call

cases today broke my heart
stories to teach

the weight

barely get up
have some more

it's okay
we solve problems

but take care
be careful
be healthy

what does it take

sing sing it away
sing to keep the waves at bay

sing it out
work it out
watch out
don't let it put the fire out

Cambria, CA

Ryan and I drove up to Cambria last weekend to meet my parents and Violet, who drove down. It was wonderful!  

We saw Hearst Castle, walked along the beach, ate good food, strolled through downtown, visited the yarn store (my favorite stop of any trip, always), saw elephant seals (whoa), and walked through the gardens on the lodge's grounds.  

It was so so lovely to see my family. We played lots of word games!

Mama and Papa at Hearst Castle

Ryan and Violet at Hearst Castle

Met at the yarn store

Nitwit Ridge

Roots Radicals

Shout out to the Campbell punk scene of the 90's and early 00's!

Maybe I realized when I was 13 but forgot (since I haven't done algebra in hella forever) but did you realize that Roots Radicals is a math analogy?  Did you remember that radical means "square root sign"?  Uh, yeah, duh, you say. Okay okay!

I forgot about that. Radicals, squares, hometown roots I share with Rancid--Berkeley and Campbell (with love to Washington state as the land of my grandfather). You were always a part of me.

I'll never be as punk rock as you, but I've got my street cred--don't doubt it. If you can hear me whisper, I'll tell you all about it. No I won't.

I was thinking of my roots, thinking of the radical... thinking of the blunt, the dark, the wild, bad, subversive; how now I'm all offices, letters, health, school, the discursive...

My paws trample in the snow the alphabet. I stand on my head, watch it all go away.

("Junkie  Man"...And Out Come the Wolves)

Campbell, California, I will love you forever.

Berkeley, you are my lizard brain.

Charges

Be creative

Address your flaws
Embrace change
Follow the laws
Ask questions
Keep 'em close

Evaluate, analyze,
comprehend, know;
Know when to stop;
know when to go;
go with the flow;
ferment; grow

Remember gratitude;
mind your attitude.
Challenge; reflect;
Shape your part;
think what needs doing
and do that, for a start.

Zephyr

Which way does the West Wind blow?
Are you named for where you come from
or known for where you go?

Do you sometimes gets stuck?
It's okay. I know.
What unsticks you? How does that go?

Can we scale it?
The scales sail it
(suddenly reptilian cloths
sail ships up rivers
backdropped by that f# minor
scaling piano keys
the flow that plants the seeds
down the mountain)

Which way does the East wind blow?
Do you pin yourself down
or go with the flow?

Do you sometimes gets stuck?
It's okay. I know.
Sometimes it helps to bring out the row

The oars, the push
the chores, the rush,
the floors, the brush
the chords, the gush
of my heart
over scales
arms wrapped tight around my torso
against the wind scaling

The winds of beginnings--
which way do they blow?

It's okay. I know.

Being a Woman in the World, Part 2

I wonder if these people mean to be inflammatory.  I don't think so. Basically, a news show host suggested that women should serve their men more, because it's just "kindness."  Yes, it is kind and right to take care of each other in a way that comes from the heart out of love.  We don't need gender roles and stereotypes as guidelines to be kind. We can all be kind and look out for each other. It doesn't have to do with gender.

I'm probably preaching to the choir, but I'll just point out that this perspective supports heteronormativity in a pretty annoying way. It's just insensitive to marginalize people like that.  I mean, if we played out this advice, we might ask, what about women attracted to women? Should they make men a sandwich?  Should gay men want women to bring them a beer? No, because being so prescriptive is illogical, and again, this doesn't have to do with gender.  

As adults, we are smart enough to listen to our loved ones and come to understand how to be supportive, helpful, and kind in our own unique situations.  I don't need the Suggestions of Patriarchy. We can figure this out.

These ideas that come down to "How to treat a man" could be better written in the 21st century as "how to be a thoughtful person."  The 21st century version might suggest that everyone make sandwiches for each other!

I'm thinking about how a waiter, a man my age, recently called me "honey" and "dear."  Would he treat a man the same way? No, he doesn't call the men "honey."  I'll only let you off the hook for calling me honey if 1) you are my boyfriend 2) you are my parent/aunt/grandparent, or 3) you look older than 60, in which case, I may not like it, but I forgive you (I assume it's a generational thing).

Being treated differently is not an honor.  Having a different set of expectations in place for me because I'm a woman--being judged differently--it doesn't feel fun and cute.  For further exploration, another day: let's dive into why both of my most riled up gender/feminism posts are related to food.

Okay--how about something a little peppier now to start the day?

calculator, calendar, calendula

Reminders missed... organize by tagging lists?

In California, calendula 

(

 )

calculates its time in the sun

calendars the day it will be done

planting seeds

in nonsensicalifornia

On another note, listen to this beautiful amazing child--

yellow basket

A tisket a tasket

I dropped my yellow basket

Tell me when you’ll drop the grayness of clouds

Tell me when you’ll make the rain fall down

Tell me when

the winds will spin up

rainbows and sunshine

through inconsistent rain--

I'll forget the quarries

won’t think about the depth

of rock--many rock

caverns

chasms

cliffs

A tisket, a tasket

I love my yellow basket

I dropped it--

I dropped it--

Don’t know what I’ll do.

(shout out to Ella Fitzgerald and nineteenth century nursery rhymes, with love and respect)

 

Advice to Myself

Work, rest, and rise. Smile and breathe. Eyes
must close sometimes while watching skies.
Reopen, laugh, join everything,
close to rest--let dreaming ring.
The eyes would like a good disguise.

No extremes endure or suffice.
The spirit of loneliness lies.
Love your acts, perform well, and sing.
Work, rest, and rise.

When intensities pull out your cries,
make something. Make apricot pies.
Create some good, create a spring,
know the texture of apron strings,
use and love your changing thighs.
Work, rest, and rise.

thoughts of volume

Thoughts cross the sky
envelop
the microscopic developing
day creating
sun protecting
area of energy

entreating wind
inflating clarity

can they become stellar winds
when they travel intergalactically?
to see where sunshine begins?

only thoughts exist in nothing
(stars sparkle in between)
the universe is empty
there's the cosmos and there's me

and nonsensicalifornia
obviously

until the water runs clear

running
caffeinated deer
obsessive compulsive gear
an abrupt

lend me your ear and I'll clear it up

smooth talk
a shoulder bump

scroll down

wake up

sky sky sky                                       sky            sky


sky       cloud                                                          sky


cloud cloud cloud                                                      moon
cloud cloud cloud cloud cloud
clouds
                                                                                     sky
                  sun
sign
            tree
     building                                                   tree         tree
            building                                                   tree
fence fence fence fence fence fence fence tree

Abstract Expressionism

he chortled he chortled

I thwarted his laughter

my timing my timing

some kind of disaster

Cacophony bologna licorice lettuce

arugula spinach tatertot

worst salad ever.

the volume says “You deserve forever”

whatever! where’s my sweater?

it’s yogurt. Forget it.

otter pops you know which one?

sir isaac lime, alexander the grape

the plastic sticky, the dew drops wrinkled

the haziness clerical

the timing terrible

the anger laughable

the chortle I ridicule

suffocating the comical

so what if the paperclips

fell from the table

the dust, the litter, the crust, the glitter

get the broom the broom clean up this room--

paperclip the ice cream

in seven divisions

choices to make

nuts to roast, fishes to bake,

sixteen incisions in fifteen cakes

the party, the uproar, the drawers, don’t look--

Unmentionables? Be quiet.

decency                Would you believe he said that to me

right back after this break

The photos are drying for ten thousand years

negative retrieval singing and meanwhile my ears ringing

the paperclips

still

ice cream dew drops plastic musical

forensic romaine brassieres channels whales

channel bales of hay channels what’s in the clay channels

 candy coated fennel seed glass shattered on

clementine sea salt commotion floor

Story at the Samples Stand

Keep it short--
they've got places to be.

Trim it back--
they've got people to see.

Impact--

And then some days feel long-form. I stopped at Trader's Joe's on my way home from work.  At the free-samples stand, I took a sample, turned around, and then couldn't leave because people and shopping carts were too close to me. An older woman with a very quiet voice and smeared red lipstick asked if I was all right, and moved back, and asked if I was very sensitive--she can tell these things because she is an artist, she said.

I said, "Yes, I think I am sensitive, but right now, just really hungry."

She said, "I'm very intuitive. Where are you from?"  "Oh they have marvelous choirs. The chorales. Are you musical? Yes, I thought so." and "Do you know the ballet dancer, Pavlova? My mother was a dancer. My mother was born in 1917, and she was a psychic, but she didn't know it."

"How did you know it?"

"She'd just say something and you'd know. What's your name?"

"Katie." I sipped my mini coffee that was still too hot.

I like to hear from different perspectives, and she was happy to keep talking as I drank my hot little coffee.  And after a couple minutes of chatting about music and how her husband taught literature but she wasn't one to read, she explained some theories about corruption, politics, and a real homosexual communist mafia takeover about to happen in the United States, complete with offensive remarks about minorities and people with particular health issues. It was terrible, and saddening. Cup into the trashcan, but still smiling, I let her know I needed to be running.

"Katie, right? Have you ever heard of the model, Kate Moss? ..." Waves her hands in the air, oblivious to others shoppers around her--including children who were oblivious to her.

"Oh yeah, Kate Moss... oh wow, I had no idea. Okay, take care!"

But after all the garbage, what would you say? What would you want to say? What would you want to actually have said?

I didn't want to say anything... but now I just feel weird. I disagreed but declined to give my own opinion. I wouldn't change her mind, I thought. Too hungry, anyway, and my shoulder was aching because I'd been carrying the shopping basket which was full of fruit and milk.

She thought we were having a pleasant conversation, but her words were hurtful.

Principles to live by: honesty, compassion, and justice.

Actions speak louder than words. I smiled with her but was appalled. Key term: cognitive dissonance. Probably why it's bothering me right now. Next time I'll say, "that's offensive." And maybe mention compassion and justice. Education.

Oh--blueberries, bananas, and peaches, in case you were wondering.

Reflection

What do you know about it already?

What are your expectations for what you'll learn?

What did you learn?

What surprised you?

What was puzzling?
Was anything disappointing?

Challenging?

What ideas do you have?

What else could be cool?

What can it become?

What would that need?

What challenges would you foresee?

What problems might others have with this?

How could we navigate around those, or overcome them?

What do you enjoy?

Why?

How are those connected?

What else is connected?

How did that go?

What would you have done differently?

What if we took a different perspective?

Who should we talk to?

Tranquility

please do not miss
the pathways to bliss

the morning glories
the stories

rainy July 17

heavy clouds

thick raindrops

principles
in shadow and light

pondering
nature
tranquility
constancy

clarity

the Tao Te Ching--

tranquility is called returning to one's nature
returning to one's nature is called constancy

knowing constancy is called clarity (16)

anyway

Backspace

Cut it back
Cut it out
Delete
Undo
Backspace that

Alt F4, this one--
Shut it down.
Throw it to the ground.

Dust picks itself up
Some abrupt invigoration
of winds

Clean it up.
Minimize it.
Simplify it.

Coordinate it to a structure,
Create a detailed picture

but keep it short
brief
a single leaf.

Quick Notes over Quick Oats

Gotta grow with my soul sisters, gotta roll with the possibilities and shape them into histories we can be proud of.

Speaking of possibilities and soul sisters--

--the one and only Christina Aguilera with Herbie Hancock in "A Song for You" from Possibilities.

Oh Nonsensicalifornia! I love that Christina's initials are C.A. just like California's.

*eyes roll* ... I know I know

Captain's log, supplemental: there's nonsensical in the accidental.

Form a mental picture.
(Is it residential? The open sea?)
would you describe it and
please sing it to me?

please

I love these Saturday mornings with Billie, Ella, Etta, Dinah, Nina, Aretha, Peggy, Bessie, Louis, Sam, Otis, Miles, Marvin, Al, Stevie,

"climbing up the stairs..."

In real/concrete Nonsensicalifornia, my microwave says "GOOD" when it is done.  I think my last microwave said "END."  What about you?

I think when I'm done, what I say is "Bye!" or "See you!" If I said "end" instead? No, that's beyond nonsense.

And I've had this song "Laputa" stuck in my head for two months:

"graphite to paper, a saga-born, and hand drawn artisan dreamer...
...Miyazaki frontier"

Yeah it's cool. And Castle in the Sky too obviously.

Okay END

Being an Editor

In a couple streams, 
on a couple teams... 

one thing I love: 
I’m an editor. 
Give me a text 
and I’ll make it better. 

We'll make it meaningful, 
make it clear. 
We’ll catch their ear. 

Need a little content? 
I’ll make it appear. 

Content to supplement, 
to turbocharge the core— 
They’ll carry it around. 
They’ll come back for more. 

I’ll turn a phrase
at any stage. 

I’ll listen to them 
and watch— 
they’ll turn the page.