I laughed so hard when I saw this stencil last month. But then I stopped laughing and wondered how closely I resemble it. Then I wondered how many average women think they resemble it and how many women who actually do resemble it think they look average.
Now I wonder what the average is and how it’s figured. I wonder how many women would think I’m a bad person for laughing at it and how many women would think she’s a bad person for being fat. I wonder if I ever really think or if I only wonder about what others think. I wonder if there’s a difference. Call me Wonder Woman.
[See what happens when I stop reading the news. What is this, Day 2?]
The first time I heard this song, I wished I were a decent painter. This is an interesting (unofficial) video for it.
Reasons I need a break from reality/Causes of my mental breakdown: Fullerton cops, Jasper dragging, Cheshire trial, cannibal woman, Troy Davis’ death, GOP debates, the bleakconomy, bullies, veterans, those Humane Society commercials…
Sometimes I just can’t stomach the facts. I always return to search for them, though, like a crack whore escaping from rehab to find her abusive pimp/dealer. The truth breaks my heart and I keep coming back for more. But right now, if I don’t (further) quarantine myself for a little while, I’m going to end up crouched in a padded corner, rocking back and forth and singing “In the Still of the Night” with my eyes squeezed shut. Again. So I’m going to try to kick the habit, at least until I’m brave enough to relapse again. In the meantime, I’ll be writing and arting and blowing heart shaped bubbles.
Books, Birds, What's the diff?
I make. I hate. I remake. I love. I hate. I remake. Ad infinitum.
I’ve finally reached a “love” point on that wheel. I may not be as great as the New York Times Bestselling Author, Snookie, but I made something awesome and I’m totally proud of it. I get these brief waves of astonishment that I did it and it’s done. Then these deep ripples of honor when I hear that others like it. I’m sure it won’t last long before I return to self-doubt and insecurity, but while it does I’m going to revel in it. !!!!
The Hole Between Mine and Yours is now available as a paperback on Amazon!
This was a long and loopy process and I’m so excited for everyone else to see the final product.
Please read responsibly.
P.S. For a limited time, The Hole Between Mine and Yours is available in Amazon’s 4-for-3 promotion, which includes Books, Single Copy Magazines, and Home & Garden items. Buy any 4 eligible items, get the lowest-priced item free.
Due to the power outages from Hurricane Irene, the release date for the print version of The Hole Between Mine and Yours: Liquid Logic from a Dirty Tumbler will be moved back. Hopefully everything will be sorted out within the next week.
The strongest writing is like the male half of a dancing duo: his job is to display the female. The writing’s job is to display the content, without calling attention to itself. In “The Restoration Man,” Simon John Cox does this with subtle precision and evocative imagery.
He composes sentences that flow so well they disguise the skill with which they were crafted. Every clause, every syllable, is placed so purposefully that the brain floats through the narrative uninterrupted by a shade of doubt, oblivious to the emotional osmosis that occurs between the lines.
And does it ever occur. Call me cold-hearted, but I’m not often “moved” by the weak attempts at poignancy that litter contemporary literature. But this story is not a weak attempt; it is a powerful success. This guy has got it.
The mood reminded me a little of Morvern Callar (novel by Alan Ramsey), although I’m not sure exactly why. Maybe because the way it was written was in such contrast to the main character? Maybe not…
Anyway, I liked it. Check it out.
“The Restoration Man” – Simon John Cox – Amazon $.99