mouth story

Once upon a time there was a little teeny little cute little girl named Cantwait. When her mama sat her and her sisters down to breakfast of hot steamy oatmeal and asked for them all to hold hands, lo and behold, Cantwait already had her head inside her bowl licking it clean. At school, when her teachers told the kids to line up before going outside to play, lo and behold, little cute little Cantwait was already in the yard swinging on a tire. When her class went to the zoo and the teacher was lining them up to tell them to stick together as a group outside the tiger's area, little cute little Cantwait was already over the fence, and lo and behold, the tigers woke and roared and charged after her, and she just was just halfway up the fence when the tiger's snapping jaws tore at her clothes, and her teacher just barely got her out. She was shaking and crying and very upset. The next morning at breakfast when her mama sat her and her sisters down for some hot steamy cream of wheat, and they all held hands, little Cantwait asked them to wait just a moment longer, and she announced to them she had changed her name and now wanted to be called Patience. They all clapped, and from that day on, even though sometimes she still got into a little mischief, like any boy or girl, she did have a lot more patience and listened to people...the end.

Abra cadavra – horror movie about a mortician moonlighting as a magician

Pushing Sevi along in the stroller all over the park this afternoon, trying to get her to sleep. She kept repeating "I'll never, never sleep, Papa." Then, "Papa, this is your daughter speaking to you, who's telling you she won't ever sleep."

she was mean as a kite

Specialty restaurants:
The Monstaurant
The Minotaurant

“O Suzannah, O don’t you cry for me.
I came from Alibornia with a banjo on my knee” - Sevi, with gusto

He’d hack his own hand off it could be somebody else’s fault.

She was so buoyant, such an unalloyed spirit, that she provoked resentment in some, who fell by default into a relationship with her akin to that with their parents, for whom they were endlessly demanding.  Such was the power she exuded, of simple rightness in the world and protectiveness, that it produced in them a sadnessfor how far they had fallen.

for the sake of blood stew

Sevi said she took blood from someone, not in our family, and that he was angry at her and chased her to her home, but she rang the buzzer and mama and papa ran down the stairs and brought her in and she was safe. She used the blood for a stew with vegetables. To which Sugi replied, "did you ask him for the blood, or did you just take it?"
Sevi said she just took it.
"Well that's probably why he was angry."
"Well I was taking his blood," said Sevi. "I needed it for the stew." The implication being of course she didn't ask or she certainly then wouldn't have been able to get it!

some mild spotting yesterday, sugi said, pink and brown. Is it nothing less than an absorbing selfishness, a greed for progeny I'm guilty of. Can't it be seen in a less accusing light, something okay to want.

possibly true:
nothing is cliche that is not copied
if so, it is wrong to attach judgment
to the primitive where you find it.
Reserve your disdain for the aping of it.
For "enemies of the first idea" as WS would put it.

the eyes of a drunk
never wide
never shut
the lids dipping to kiss
moth wings on water

Rebecca pregnant again. Stroked my whiskers in bed this AM to wake me up to show me the indicator. She's technically at 5 weeks. Fingers crossed.

"I very love my dinner." -Sevi

Is it that you are appalled at the baseness of mercenaries because you have been looking to find nobility there (in your enemy), or appalled, stung in some way by the baseness of your motives in looking.

21 Grams

Despite the engaging tug of the fragmented storytelling that with some artfulness keeps your interest, making a puzzlemaster of you the viewer, the film was a surprisingly bald preposterous melodrama.  Certain scenes, such as the one you find yourself expectant to see, when Sean Penn reveals he has the heart of Naomi Watt’s dead husband, just ring the gong of drama gone wrong.   And Naomi Watts' frantic downturn to drugs and vengeance comes out of nowhere just when the plot requires. It could be said of her performance that it's a torture de force. She is repeatedly thrown such unplayable scenes while the camera gawks in venal expectation. It's a shame that the changes she is made to chart have so little basis in the real. Benecio del Torro's story is so powerful and touching too--it just loses out in an uneven competition with misguided schmaltz.   Much like Mystic River, the power of the performances draws you in, only to leave you ultimately alienated by the contrivance of the plot.  Belongs with Mystic River and a lamentable lot of others—films that make a dramatic ruckus around a phony commercial core.  They talk big, but dish corn in the end.

When in doubt, think boddhisatva.

mouth story

About a mud wasp’s nest near the beach that a girl mistook for the sandcastle she had just built to show her mama.  They inspected it and saw the wasps milling about and her mama asked of the wasp’s some of their special mud wasp honey, which they gladly gave.  Then they noticed waves coming, and the girl offered her sandcastle as a residence for the evacuee wasps.  ...pretty “penible”

And this after mama had gone to lavish descriptions of the salad over the phone, and Sevi had responded “what a beatiful thing, olive oil and lemon!’

Sevi wanted nothing to do with the lentils in the lentil salad Sugi made.  Wouldn’t eat one lentil.  Assiduously rubbed each piece of salvaged cheese and every olive on her bib (to my voiced displeasure) to remove any trace of lentil.  In the hollow of one olive a lentil hid, which she poked at with her finger, tried to eat around, then inadvertently squirted between to fingers onto the floor.