something Julie Delpy would say

When I fall in love with my work, I fall a little bit more in love with my life.

The Old Lady Who Swallowed A Fly

There was an old lady who swallowed a fly.
I dunno why she swallowed that fly,
Perhaps she'll die.

There was an old lady who swallowed a spider,
That wiggled and wiggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
But I dunno why she swallowed that fly -
Perhaps she'll die.

There was an old lady who swallowed a bird;
How absurd, to swallow a bird!
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider
That wiggled and wiggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
But I dunno why she swallowed that fly -
Perhaps she'll die

There was an old lady who swallowed a cat.
Imagine that, she swallowed a cat.
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird ...
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider
That wiggled and wiggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
But I dunno why she swallowed that fly
Perhaps she'll die

There was an old lady who swallowed a dog.
What a hog! To swallow a dog!
She swallowed the dog to catch the cat...
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird ...
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider
That wiggled and wiggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
But I dunno why she swallowed that fly
Perhaps she'll die.

There was an old lady who swallowed a goat.
Just opened her throat and swallowed a goat!
She swallowed the goat to catch the dog ...
She swallowed the dog to catch the cat.
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird ...
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider
That wiggled and wiggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
But I dunno why she swallowed that fly
Perhaps she'll die.

There was an old lady who swallowed a cow.
I don't know how she swallowed a cow!
She swallowed the cow to catch the goat...
She swallowed the goat to catch the dog...
She swallowed the dog to catch the cat...
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird ...
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider
That wiggled and wiggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.
But I dunno why she swallowed that fly
Perhaps she'll die.

There was an old lady who swallowed a horse -
She's dead, of course.

big mistake

In the past 24 hours, my inner feminist dragon has officially been awakened and is breathing fire today...

It started with Penelope Trunk's crazy career advice:
blueprint-for-a-womans-life
what-women-can-do-when-theyre-young-to-be-happy-later-on
and, of course...
plastic-surgery-is-the-next-must-have-career-tool-maybe

and then followed by some bigoted Girl Scout Troop in California:


and then followed by indifference to the fact that not a single female showed up last night to KODEVE:
"The thing I like about KODEVE is that it's not a project with an agenda. It's just coders hanging out... and well things naturally happen. A few of the guys last night were making plans for a tourism app. And later we all got into a great discussion about why Eric's SMS app idea wouldn't work ;) [...] people will come if they are interested in coding. And if they're not... then I'm not particularly interested in them coming."

And as I was listening to Natalie Imbruglia's 'Big Mistake' I suddenly just felt like, why the fuck does it have to be so hard?

try not to

Try not to fall in love with people you haven't met. -Michelle Orange's advice to Stephen Elliott

Also, Marie Calloway, how did I miss this?

I need to read/write/word more. Like, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay more.

late at night

I like working late. I like Kigali at night.

out of the lucy loop

Lucille Clifton died 2 years ago around this time. Did I already know this? Did I forget? Anyways, it hurts, as though for the first time, but maybe hurts again. Because, she just... She mattered.

I listened to her read this poem aloud back in college, and as soon as I felt her death on the hairs of my skin, I instantly remembered her voice that night, and all of the tiny flecks of detail as she moved through it.

homage to my hips
BY LUCILLE CLIFTON
these hips are big hips
they need space to
move around in.
they don't fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don't like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top!

Lucille Clifton, “homage to my hips” from Good Woman. Copyright © 1987 by Lucille Clifton. Reprinted with the permission of Curtis Brown, Ltd.

Source: Good Woman (BOA Editions Ltd., 1987)

I think I'm both

There's always one person in the relationship that loves the other person more. And there's always one person in the relationship that needs to be loved more. But I think I'm both.