No Apologies and/or Tomorrow's Tomorrow?

Shorter bangs today. Seventies outside. A cup of french pressed coffee on the desk before me. I keep thinking about poetry. Thanks to the publishing of my former College Poetry Professor's recent publication, 'Sky Burial', here is a link to the New Yorker Review: http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/books/2011/08/08/110808crbo_books_chiasson

Inspired by the thought of a continual stream of words flowing out from somewhere, everywhere, and still. Yes, indeed, we create, we write, and still we write poetry. In the land of poetry words play games. Tongue twisters. Rhymes. Lyrics. Sonnets. I love the flow of words, an interpretation of thoughts rather than a complete direction. I used to write poetry regularly, and then I stopped for awhile, distracted by life. Life is sometimes a very important distraction in my mind. But with life eventually must come creation, or -oops- is that the other way around? Creativity is a gift to be played with and sometimes one just has to try. Sometimes I forget about that, it's playtime... So, am I done with poetry? I don't think so, I don't think you can take the poet out of a person. Perhaps poetry will be written today, or tomorrow, or tomorrow's tomorrow? I am not really sure, but for today there is always Tom Waits to delight, enthrall, and entertain:

Tom Waits wrote some new music, It's called Bad As Me.

You’re the head on the spear
You’re the nail on the cross
You’re the fly in my beer
You’re the key that got lost
You’re the letter from Jesus on the bathroom wall
You’re mother superior in only a bra
You’re the same kind of bad as me

I’m the hat on the bed
I’m the coffee instead
The fish or cut bait
I’m the detective up late
I’m the blood on the floor
The thunder and the roar
The boat that won’t sink
I just won’t sleep a wink
You’re the same kind of bad as me

No good you say
Well that’s good enough for me

You’re the wreath that caught fire
You’re the preach to the choir
You bite down on the sheet
But your teeth have been wired
You skid in the rain
You’re trying to shift
You’re grinding the gears
You’re trying to shift
And you’re the same kind of bad as me

They told me you were no good
I know you’ll take care of all my needs
You’re the same kind of bad as me

I’m the mattress in the back
I’m the old gunnysack
I’m the one with the gun
Most likely to run
I’m the car in the weeds
If you cut me I’ll bleed
You’re the same kind of bad as me
You’re the same kind of bad as me

A Big Huge Deep Breath

Somedays everything seems so busy, so strange, so upside down, so very slow motion moving backwards and then forwards again. Let's take yesterday for example, I reunited with an old friend over lunch, sat in the sunshine with her in the backyard garden of a busy cafe, I planned and purchased tickets for attending my friends wedding, I cleaned my apartment with my roommate, I cooked food for the rest of the week, and then... I worked on my taxes. THERE it is. that's the part where I felt backwards...the gloom and doom of taxes. An amazing day off and what should ruin it, what should fill my eyes with an incredible feeling of frustration and hopelessness?

Taxes.

I hate them.

What a silly thing they are.

Albert Einstein
[on filing for tax returns] This is too difficult for a mathematician. It takes a philosopher.

Dreaming on the Edge of a Vertical Garden with a flower in my Pocket (gazing at my window farm)

The experiment: Write in Blog as much as possible. This being defined as almost everyday, every other day, or at least once a week. Also to just write it as quickly as possible, and move on. Writing commences...NOW...go....

Today is one of the first days, and I am already off to a good start. Rather than posting interesting things I intake in life on the internet or in real life outside of these strange contraptions of information (computers) on Facebook, I decided some people I know don't belong to facebook (my brother!) and never will, so here I am, back at my blog.

My new* apartment has no garden, but it does have two fire escapes and great light, and roof access. I have decided since I can't bring the backyard to me, I should bring me to the backyard, or rather the backyard to my apartment, oh now I am all confused. Let's start this sentence over, I don't have a backyard, BUT I can bring the backyard to me! There we go (bells and whistles go off) that is what I meant to say.

I have found a few things in my research for a garden, and I stumbled upon this today when I was doing research for a documentary (not my own), Window Farms, (http://windowfarms.org/ ) and on their website they list this as their goal:

"to start a Windowfarming craze in New York City and other dense urban areas, helping people grow some of their food year-round in their apartment windows."

Really? Perfect! That is what I want. So my adventure has begun. Even better they are located in Brooklyn.

Previously, I have been daydreaming about WOOLLY POCKETS, ever since I saw an add in Dwell Magazine (Below is from www.woollypocket.com ):

What is a Woolly Pocket?
Woolly Pockets are flexible, breathable, and modular gardening containers. They`come in two styles: those designed to be placed on horizontal surfaces, and those designed to be hung on walls for vertical gardening. You can use Woolly Pockets both indoors and out; they have built-in moisture barriers to help protect furniture, and they're equally at home outside in the elements. They're perfect for creating urban gardens where you have space to garden but no land to garden in. Woolly Pockets are lightweight and can be folded flat, which makes them very easy to use, move, and store just about anywhere.

What is a vertical garden?

A vertical garden, sometimes called a living wall, is an organized system of plants that grow vertically up a wall, fence, or other vertical surface. Vertical gardens are a beautiful way to show off plants, cover an unsightly wall, or create privacy in a courtyard. Because they are hung vertically, vertical gardens hardly take up any space. The Woolly Pocket Vertical Gardening System is unique because it's easy to install, completely modular, and very easy to maintain. We invented our vertical system because there was no other solution on the market that suited our needs.

So, of course I want those now too.

It looks like Tacoma's Goodwill is

also partaking in the vertical garden.

Photo from

Cliff Despeaux

of the Seattle Times,

http://tinyurl.com/y8f3l89

And Marianne Green from the Home and Garden section of the Seattle Times, says this (as if directly to your truly):

"If you are one of those people who desires to be on the cutting edge, you'll need to identify where you're going to install your wall garden in the next few months. It can be indoors or outside. It can be tiny succulents or feathery ferns and flamboyant bromeliads or vining tomatoes and pole beans. But the botanical specimens need to be vertical for your installation to qualify as avant-garde."

Marianne, you are so right! I do want to be on the cutting edge. But it all started because I wanted a backyard, and I live in Brooklyn on the 3rd floor. So vertical garden, woolly pocket garden or window farm! Here I come.

*Still in first 3 months so still new!

Think I finally figured out a focus for my blog, but maybe not really...

So I keep thinking I need more of a focus for my blog, so this is what I came up with on my walk this morning.

...curiosities, changes, and coffee.

Alliteration never hurt anyone!

Curiosities: Things that I am curious about. That's a pretty big category.

Change: Always a good theme, the world is always changing.

And Coffee: I admit it, I like to check out coffee shops and see what they are all about. Why not write some reviews in here?

Essentially, I suppose I can pick any theme, if I don't post anything it doesn't really matter.

Moments of Cyberphilosophy

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Silently I screamed from my 15" powerbook internet window into the ears of all who would listen.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

If someone screams aloud in ALLCAPS on the internet, but no one is listening (reading) does it make a sound (not a true sound, but a theoretical sound)?

Are you listening?

Proceed With Caution

The moment your ear becomes muffled, as if underwater, for longer than two days you are slightly forced-because of you own inner need for survival-to become peaceful or zen about your new reality. That is what it feels like, a new different reality-sounds become strangely nuanced in new ways. Not crisp, less control, more moments to ignore things. It is as if walking in a dream, a strange surreal dream- as if under an influence of something as your perceptions within this new estranged reality become your normal perspective.

I am on a week with muffled hearing, ear drops taken to get rid of an ear infection but still the sound stays missing.

Sunset Over Brooklyn/Random Notes from my iPhone#2

In my dream last nite, my friend Dr R was using her iPhone to write papers, but in my dream the contraption was a cross btwn an iPhone and a kindle. I was very impressed with her on the go ingenuity. I decided I should practice using my blog application on my iPhone once again.

I love watching the sunset, an activity I feel should be done once a week when possible. This photo was taken from my friends' rooftop. I presently work at night so i have less free time to put this into practice.