On blogging

11.29.2007

Thanksgiving

11.24.2007

Happy Thanksgiving to all. Ours was a lovely get together of some of my favorite people. Here are a few pictures from Alisha's camera. The rest are on flkr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/10249946@N02/?saved=1

Belated pictures of Venezuela

11.23.2007

Since Griff and I had our camera stolen (or, as we like to put it, involuntarily donated), most of our pictures of Venezuela were lost. Luckily, our friend Ming has saved the day. Here are the ones she sent us.

* No pictures of Griff, as he was doing the Louisiana quick step. Or South American quick step. Whatever it was there was quickness and stepping involved.

Only Pittsburgh is more than Pittsburgh

11.19.2007

Tear It Down

We find out the heart only by dismantling what
the heart knows. By redefining the morning,
we find a morning that comes just after darkness.
We can break through marriage into marriage.
By insisting on love we spoil it, get beyond
affection and wade mouth-deep into love.
We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.
But going back toward childhood will not help.
The village is not better than Pittsburgh.
Only Pittsburgh is more than Pittsburgh.
Rome is better than Rome in the same way the sound
of raccoon tongues licking the inside walls
of the garbage tub is more than the stir
of them in the muck of the garbage. Love is not
enough. We die and are put into the earth forever.
We should insist while there is still time. We must
eat through the wildness of her sweet body already
in our bed to reach the body within that body.

Jack Gilbert


*From a lovely book of poetry Abe gave me and Griff.

Christmas Presents

11.14.2007

At a certain unnamed retail store where I work, the employees are now allowed to buy Christmas presents at cost (finally, a perk). Usually this means 50% off or more. This event is for one day only, so if you'd like something, let me know soon.

Love you all,
Adelaide

Haute-couture à la Boston

11.09.2007

People are beginning to notice when I walk around town. They stop and whisper. No, its not the ridiculous makeup--its the clothes.

"Who made that beautiful hat for you?" They ask.

I tell them that one of the most exclusive designers in the country tailor made it for me. Not only that, but she includes with every hat a ridiculously cool jacket and two cook books. It all makes me want to say that "There must be more to life than being really, really good looking."




yay! Thanks Kate. You are, by the way, fabulous.

A

In which, I am related to a lobster

11.04.2007

Seriously cute and much more fun than Kafka. For more Wynn Brown, visit Julie's lovely site: thewynnbaby.blogspot.com

Walt Whitman

11.01.2007

Abe shared this passage with me today. It is stunningly beautiful.

Love the earth and sun and the animals,
despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks,
stand up for the stupid and crazy,
devote your income and labor to others,
hate tyrants, argue not concerning God,
have patience and indulgence toward the people,
take off your hat to nothing known or unknown,
or to any man or number of men,
go freely with powerful uneducated persons,
and with the young, and with the mothers or families,
re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book,
and dismiss whatever insults your own soul;
and your very flesh shall be a great poem....


~ Walt Whitman ~

(from the Preface to Leaves of Grass, 1855 edition)

On kittens and Crackers

This is a true story about my grandfather as told by a friend of the family:

Dr. Ramsey O'Neal was a leading physician in Hattiesburg for many years. His son Kelly, a local OB/GYN, told me this Halloween story about his dad. Many years ago, when Kelly was a child, Dr. O'Neal was left to hand out Halloween candy while his wife and daughter were at a church function. The O'Neal's lived in a safe neighborhood with sidewalks and on Halloween it was full of children. Never having handed out candy before, Dr. O'Neal did not know the "drill" so when kids would come to the door he would let them put their hands in the bowl and get all the candy they wanted. Not long into the evening he ran out of candy so went to the kitchen to see what else he could give away. In no time he had given away all the fruit, cookies, and graham crackers in the house. Next he went through his pocket change. Kids were still coming and he was out of options. He then remembered the six kittens in a box in the back of the house. Yes, he dropped a kitten in each of the next six bags opened before him! Some were handed back to him, but four managed to make it out of his yard (can you imagine the looks on the parents faces when the child got home with a cat in their trick or treat bag). Kelly said the when Mrs. O'Neal got home she was so angry at her husband (she had already promised the kittens to several friends) that she didn't speak to him for several days! And that, my friends, is a true story!!!! Have a Happy Halloween. Babs