OOJ: Soup Mug

someday when i stop city-hopping, i will fill my home with pottery from new mexico. not delicate gilt porcelain, but solid, earth-toned pieces that look as if they were dug straight out of the ground. this soup mug is my newest find; i love not only its weight and texture, but also where i found it, at Hanselmann Pottery, a studio in Corrales, NM. the studio is open all the time, 24/7- i can walk in any time of day or night, pick out a piece of pottery, drop my payment in the locked box, and take it home. i can't wait to try this out at 2 a.m. someday. 

Happy Valentine's Day to Me!

i'm not a traditional person, but somehow i felt compelled to gift myself chocolate, perfume, and lacy red underwear this year. the funny thing is, i didn't plan this; i didn't realize i'd given myself the Valentine's trifecta until i was reviewing my purchases from this past week (though, to be fair, chocolate is a regular purchase for me). guess i do a good job at romancing myself :) 

OOJ: A Kid's Take on Eminem's "Monster"

here's me sitting next to a 4th grader, listening to Eminem's "Monster". the kid turns to me.

kid: who do you think the monster is in his song?

me (surprised by this insightful question about a lyric metaphor): well, i don't know, maybe 
it's his anger issues that he's struggled with his whole life.

kid: i think it's rihanna, because she screams a lot in this song.

Poem of the Day: Sherman Alexie, "Psalm Like It Hot"

i haven't had a POD in a while, but this one was just sent out by one of my favorite authors, Sherman Alexie. He's a Spokane/Coeur d'Alene Indian now living in Seattle who- i think but i'm not sure- used to be a construction worker by day while cranking out fiction at night. i have this image of a guy walking into his apartment around 8pm, grunting a little, throwing down his hard hat on the floor with grimy fingers, and settling down at a typewriter with a beer at his side. that's how i picture Mr. Alexie 20 years ago. 

Psalm Like it Hot

I wanted to write "churning   water" but typed "churching"   instead. The water churches.   The water churched. The water   Will church again tomorrow.   I'm sure this typo has happened   To other people but has anyone   Ever called it a prayer?   I don't believe in God   But I talk to God anyway.   So, yes, I belong to the Assembly   Of the Hypocritical.   Come join us. Open   The hymn book and sing   To the (un)holy trio   Of the Farther, Sun.   And Holy Goat.

Happy Super Bowl Sunday!

pork sausage at meat counter at sprouts on academy, ABQ

it's my second favorite holiday (after the fall moon festival). no family obligations, just lots of snacks, friends, and football- perfect. except the game this year was ridonkadonk!

OOJ: Luminara Unduli

i've found an image to guide me into the new year.

i felt drawn to this figure as soon as i saw her on the shelf. after some googling, i found out her name: luminara unduli, a jedi master from star wars the clone wars. according to her wiki page, she was really good with her light saber, but died in battle.

"Her lightsaber skills were impressive. In battle, her movements were focused and precise, flowing from one to the other. All Jedi are my brothers and sisters, but only with a few, like Luminara Unduli, do you intuitively mesh."

―Quinlan Vos, on Luminara Unduli's skills