Posts Tagged ‘numero’

69 Days of Wonder Woman: Day 42, DA, the Ballet, and Hip 2 B Squarr

December 10, 2010

Oh, hey, synchronicity: just had a DA post and here comes 42. Hell and goddamn! It’s going to be a good weekend. Numerical coincidences are powerful omens and portents in the Book of E. It’s good timing because I’m going to the ballet tonight. Time to get my Nutcracker on. Shit, yeah. Droppin’ king-size cusses and psyched for the ballet: that is me. I am the squarrest. L-7. Right here.


Knitted by insanely talented kaby on the craftster.

“Look, I’m up to here with cool, I’m so amazingly cool you could keep a side of meat in me for a month, I’m so hip I have trouble seeing over my pelvis. Now will you move before I blow it.”

(Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, Chapter 19.)

Music Moment: St. Vincent, “Human Racing”

January 5, 2010

Some turbulence this week to start the year, which is not a thing I seek or enjoy. I’d like to find a cave to hide away for at least a hundred days, but all I can do is slog through. I will not be pulled by the current toward the drowning deep waters of self-pity and away from solid ground, self-improvement, and good spirits. Today this song, together with the support of my friends and family, is the sturdy field of underwater reeds that are keeping me in the shallows. Cling and inch along with me.

St. Vincent – Human Racing

Romeo, where’d you go?
It’s been years and still no sign
But I’m keeping hope alive

Juliet, how’ve you been?
You look like death
like you sure could use some rest
from this place


Still from Romeo and Juliet (Baz Luhrmann, 1996). Every time this scene begins I want to stop them.

Human racing
and the faces of people
who pound at your door
They’ll always want more
they’ll want more


Still from Romeo and Juliet (Baz Luhrmann, 1996)

Hummingbird, what’s the word?
Are you still your mothers child
or have you found yourself a flower?

Flower child, you’re still wild
Under a harvest moon
can we eat of all the fruits of our youth?

Tell the truth now
Your heart is a strange little orange to peel
What’s the deal?
What’s the deal?

Mary, dear, how you feel?
Are you lost without your lamb?
You know I think I understand

Little lamb, what’s your plan?
Greener pastures in the sky?
it’s a shame you want to die, know why,

Just to find
you’ve been blinded
to the greenest of pastures
they’re right here on Earth

For what it’s worth,
you’re not the first to break my heart

For what it’s worth,
you’re not the first to break my heart
you’re not the first to break my heart


For what it’s worth,
you’re not the first to break my heart

Thank god for the grace of my dear friendohs who help me keep whatever semblance of sanity I have, and I know that with their help and my own determination, I will only improve in my outlook.


Coco Rocha as a naïad in Numero, looking like the glorious intersection of Our Lady with Ophelia and Bollywood and the Llorona. One of my favorite pictures ever.

The good thing about nearness to the bottom is that it’s such a known factor. When you can kick your legs and your knees keep striking the sand, then you know which way is up and truly only better can follow.

I believe that I will surface. I don’t think that giving up is failing, it’s just that I’m not ready to let myself quit.