Rain Again

...and I feel out of touch. It's a kind of scary feeling, really. Plodding through the house-hunting is kinda scary, too.

Speaking of scary, I saw the movie The Machinist the other day. I thought I was gonna have to get up and leave a couple of times. It's a really well-done creepy movie that never spills into horror, or icky, or anything like that. Highly recommended, but ...it missed the emotional core that would resonate with me. Good, though. Christian Bale's amazingly charismatic, too.

More food, more work, a trip to Lee Valley with Juggler to get collar stuff, and some snuggly time with Chris on the horizon. I wanted to be home tonight, but it ain't happening. Tomorrow, though.

Hope my BCID's there.

Look Outside!

It's -so beautiful-.

Then, read this prose poem from greatpoets. Fantastic imagery. I'm in love with the woman in it.

A Story about the Body

The young composer, working that summer at an artist's colony, had watched her for a week. She was Japanese, a painter, almost sixty, and he thought he was in love with her. He loved her work, and her work was like the way she moved her body, used her hands, looked at him directly when she made amused or considered answers to his questions. One night, walking back from a concert, they came to her door and she turned to him and said, "I think you would like to have me. I would like that too, but I must tell you I have had a double mastectomy," and when he didn't understand, "I've lost both my breasts." the radiance that he had carried around in his belly and chest cavity--like music--withered, very quickly, and he made himself look at her when he said, "I'm sorry. I don't think I could." He walked back to his own cabin through the pines, and in the morning he found a small blue bowl on the porch outside his door. It looked to be full of rose petals, but he found when he picked it up that the rose petals were on top; the rest of the bowl--she must have swept them from the corners of her studio--was full of dead bees.
--Robert Haas

Normally...

...I'm not about mixing food and sex. However: http://www.arentwenaughty.com/storex.asp?sec=url&addy=detail.asp?product_id=62022