Saturday, February 26, 2011

Monkey Suit




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So, making Ezra's fish tacos tonight.



We'd probably starve to death if it weren't for him.


Watch his little cooking movies, you can tell the guy gets it. He cooks with gusto, simplicity, and mad love.

The guy's a goddamn miracle.


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I had this thing at work this week, like, a big problem that my boss had to address with me and kept putting off.

The solution he came up with made me very happy.


Sometimes that happens.



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What matters?

Love matters. Getting outdoors matters. Giving yourself to an endeavor greater than yourself, outside of yourself, matters. Overcoming fear matters. Not overcoming it, but doing what you want in spite of it.



Well, you know all that.




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I really hit it out of the park with my lady. We got our 21st anniversary coming up pretty soon, and I still can't stop looking at her. She fascinates me. You ever see somebody, they just are themselves, no matter the cost? And what a self.

I think sometimes I'm big and strong.
Brave, stalwart.


Huh.


She got it all over me.


And I was such a kid when I clapped eyes on her. Seriously, a youngster. But I remember the very instant. I had never seen a human being like her, and I watched her walk across the room and just about died from it.

It took three years and a lot of changes before we would meet again after that first time, but I never forgot it, never forgot her.

And the first time we got together, three years later?



We met for dinner in the city, NYC, and walked around after and had drinks. She let me walk her home, and I never left.


True that.


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It wasn't all sunshine and daisies, let me tell you. But I had sunk my teeth into something I will still not quit.


So, that happened.



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We finished watching Battlestar Galactica. We watched "The Edge of Dreaming" by Amy Harding. You should check it out. It's good.

We're going to watch "Dogtooth" again tonight, and the second season of Wallander, or as much of it as we can.


Tomorrow we are going over to my dad's place for barbeque and beers before he and his wife go back to Texas for a month.


It was supposed to snow here today, which hasn't happened in twenty-six years.


And still hasn't.


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Tell me something good.



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Namaste.



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22 Comments:

Anonymous Kori said...

Someting good is that I read your posts all of the time and never comment, becuase your writing amazes me. THAT? Is the ultimate good-words that amaze.

2:58 PM  
Blogger Mel said...

Ezra is a wonder. Thank you for steering me there.

Glad things worked out so well with the boss thing.

Happy Anniversary. It is comforting to know some loves last in this crazy ass world. We're looking at 25 years this fall. How the hell did that happen? We met at work, were both unavailable, and yet somehow, this magnetic force compelled us together. He asked me on a date, and when he took me home, I asked him in. He never left, we've never looked back. These things happen, don't they? It is a wonder.

Your art is a wonder too, as are your words. So glad the pull of Mary Moon led me to you and so many other wonderful people.

4:16 PM  
Blogger Elizabeth said...

Something good is that it was supposed to snow here in LA but it didn't. I don't like snow, so that's good. Selfish, though. Another something good, that's entirely not selfish is that my daughter is not having as many seizures as she used to. This is about as likely as snow in Los Angeles.

4:47 PM  
Blogger Angella Lister said...

Something is is that I'm here, and you're in my life, and it feels real and good.

I loved hearing about the bolt of lightening you felt when you set eyes on your love, and now it's 21 years and deeper and more powerful than ever. she walked across the room and your future crashed into your consciousness, as if you had been waiting for her all along. and that is the best something good of all.

happy Sunday, friend.

7:46 AM  
Blogger 21k said...

I love fish tacos. I first had them in the Baja, the lower Baja on the street for a few pesos each.

I guess we got your snow, but that's okay, we deserve it.

Ingasma - hahha word verification.

It sounds like an orgasm of the brain.

8:01 AM  
Blogger 21k said...

And Monkey Suit?

Really weird, perfectly so. Kind of disturbing I'd say. Good work man. Yow.

8:03 AM  
Blogger dottie kee bones said...

that's a great, great, great, great song.

8:06 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Kori-

Well, I'm glad you said something at last.

Good to see you!

8:12 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Mel-

Happy couples. I don't know many, fewer still that stay happy for the long haul. Congrats to you and yours for making 25 years!

Thanks for you comments, your support and friendship.
They are deeply appreciated.

8:14 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Elizabeth-

No snow, that's okay. Fewer seizures?

That's more like it.

That's seriously good stuff.


It is an interesting thing about the pain and struggles we see our children go through- it's true that the agony of watching the innocent suffer is much worse than going through the same pain yourself, I mean, you'd switch places with your child in a heartbeat, right?

But you can't know what it's doing to them that hones their souls, that hammers their steel in the fires of suffering- not that it's good for them, exactly, but it makes for the kind of strength that most of us don't acquire- because we don't suffer as much.

Maybe I'm full of shit on this, I don't know.

I think I should be quiet now.

I am glad you come here, glad you share with us.


yrs-


tearful

8:21 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Angella-

Man, you are like a love supernova! I get scorched any time I go on your blog- it's blinding, all that love and goodness.

I'm so glad to have somehow won your acquaintance, and better, your friendship. You are a generous friend.

And I always love to hear your take on what I've posted! You say the most insightful things.

yrs-

Scott

8:23 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

21k-

I get a funny feeling in my head when I imagine you in Mexico. The dichotomy of our frozen warrior princess in the warmer latitudes, sipping a margarita with sand between her toes instead of wiping tree bark off her cold-reddened face with the back of a gloved hand. Mariachi bands instead of chain saws, the thrash of the sea instead of the sound of the river ice breaking free-

it is both fabulous and astounding and it makes perfect sense.

like an orgasm of the brain, maybe.

yrs-

Scott

8:27 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Dottie bones-

What song?

I missed your reference, or mine.


You mean Que Onda Guero? Beck's song on Ezra's fish taco movie? That's it, right?


Let's move in with him, we should all just go over there, throw him a hella big party at least.

The guy just murders my heart, kills it dead.

yrs-


Scott

8:29 AM  
Blogger T. Clear said...

We watched Battlestar last winter, and still miss it, miss the characters. The thing is, whenever we recommend it to someone, all they can conjure is Lorne Greene in a shimmery outer space jumpsuit, c.1979. My husband does a spot-on Col. Tigh imitation, which makes me giggle.

10:50 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

"Gods Damn Frrracken Machines! Blow 'em all out of the airlock!

And gimme another Gods damn drink!"


I make the woman on the verge laugh with my Sol Tigh, too!

Maybe there's a little bit of him in every man.


yrs-


tearful

11:14 AM  
Blogger dottie kee bones said...

"tell me something good" by rufus.


but i like the beck too.

5:15 PM  
Anonymous Nathanial said...

Something good???

Moved in with my old lady this weekend.

Now I'm atching the snow melt on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

Drinking scotch while listening to Medeski Martin and Wood ...

Feelin' hoodrich.

Peace to you and your crew.

5:46 PM  
Blogger Petit fleur said...

Something good... We just got back from the first family reunion I can remember that was nothing but good. Nobody fought or bickered, and we were all so happy to just be together... and of course, eat and eat together... and drink together... and play wii together... etc...

I love your words and the way you think... Not to mention the groovy art. This place always shows me something good or real or hard core, and often all of the above.

You do what you do with such grace and poetry. Thank you for having this place.

Happy Anniversary to youz 2 crazy kidz!

Peace,
pf

6:25 PM  
Blogger Pamela said...

Something good? Love. It's all you need. And when you have it, it lasts through everything, past death.

I hope yours is deathless.

8:40 PM  
Blogger A said...

Oh man, Ezra certainly is something good. But of course you already knew that. Thanks for the link.

10:15 PM  
Blogger susan t. landry said...

something good? we just did the existential dread trifecta here: the conversation, cutter's way, and l'avventura.
the upshot (this is the something good part): for authenticity, i seek out my blog friends.
and you are def the fisher king.
the sad epiphany: i see my son struggling with finding his true self; it's *really* rough being young in this world.
(love the monkey suits of course. what is it with primates ... they're so ...primal)
cheers! happy anniversary!
--susan

6:15 AM  
Blogger Mim said...

Something good: breath!

6:09 AM  

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