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April 24, 2005

Earth making beds under my nails

Sitting on the damp grass running my fingers through the plants taking hold of the ones I want out and hooking them by their roots I feel a bit like a dentist cleaning out plaque. I never thought of dentistry as satisfying work but now I know that it must be.

Sitting on the damp grass digging into the dirt, I feel I think and I am free. Emotions cannot swallow me. Things begin to dissolve making room for new blooms.

A few months ago I thought I needed a physical challenge to kick start my life. Never did I dream working two days on our garden house would give as much as it already has.

Posted by talia at 8:30 PM

April 23, 2005

My Ducklings

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Spring is here and on the Jacob van Lennepkade, we have a bunch of new friends.

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April 22, 2005

Julia on my mind

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I was wondering last night if we could cloister a group of higher ups to pick a new Julia Child as could be done with the pope. Then again, there is only one Julia.

Posted by talia at 9:41 AM

April 21, 2005

At Long Last

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We became land owners. Soon the finest tomatoes will be ours! We bought our second home first.

Posted by talia at 10:42 AM

April 19, 2005

Step Aside George Clooney

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I wasn't expecting much, except to fulfill our task of doing one thing from the Uitkrant (the monthly "going out" guide). I had heard of Rufus Wainwright before, and even knew and liked two songs of his. But as with most music, this was accidental, something shuffling through on the iPod.

We are lucky enough to get seats above the piano and when the lights dim you can hear him shuffle to the black leather bench and he starts digging hauntingly into a tune a la Dead Can Dance. Within a minute I am hooked.

RW's voice is glorious and easily fills the Paradiso. His silences are weighty, even though they are interrupted by the clanging of change from the cash register at the other end of the hall. His piano and guitar playing is not as skilled as his voice, but it's fun and is a nice contrast to his voice. It's hard to catch all the words, I'll perhaps look some up.

And he wears a lovely black velvet suit with tiny purple dots with jewels on the lapel. I hadn't been to a concert I enjoyed this much in perhaps even years.

Thanks Rufus. And thank you Alec for introducing me to still more good music.

Posted by talia at 2:58 PM

April 12, 2005

When I was Eight

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I used to have a small collection obsession with these little mice dressed up in costumes matching their stature. (Initially I wanted to write about these little mice in little costumes but I thought writing about little mice was darn cutesy enough) I'm not really sure what it was about these little mice that attracted me, perhaps it was their stature, or their stature (less than three inches tall), or the softness of their fur and tails, but collect them I did.

I have about ten of them nestled in a wooden box with little compartments at the top of the stairs as my parents’ house. A chimney sweep and a maid. George Washington and Betsy Ross, a clown, a doctor and a nurse, maybe another one or two I cannot quite visualize. Quite a curious thing for a child to collect, really, since it's not like you can play with them. I mean, what kind of scenario can an eight year old create between a clown dressed in pink and a chimney sweep with a little broom made of straw?

I remember going with my mom to one of the few stores in our vicinity which sold these goofy mice which you cannot play with. It wasn't in our town, but the next town or two over in Massachusetts. It had a historic feeling, like it was forever the bicentennial, like many towns surrounding Boston did at the time (several years past the bicentennial). And then we moved, far far away where mice dressed up as little people from some other era were no longer available or important. Instead we played with apricot pits. And we called them gogoim. And while perhaps that sounds like a big step in the wrong direction, at least with those I played. There are so many games one can play with apricot pits.

Your grandparents were in charge of making sure you had more than the other kids in the neighborhood. The key being having grandparents without too many grandkids because otherwise you are really taxing their digestive tracks (not that I was particularly aware of that at the time but now, looking back, I now mine really really love me to the point of suffering).

I was sad when we moved back to the place where little mice in fancy clothes could at one time be purchased to learn that well, the line has been discontinued. People no longer collected such things. I would be surprised if Princess Diana ever became a mouse, this craze was just before her time. Like the Bicentennial, life moves beyond these things to make room for others.

I haven't played with an apricot pit or sought out a mice dressed up as a celebrity in more than two decades. I wonder, is there a Jane Goodall mouse?

Posted by talia at 11:36 PM | Comments (2)

April 9, 2005

George Clooney

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I am charmed when you try to sabotage my adoration of George Clooney. Don’t worry baby, except for a house on Como, he’s got nothing on you.

Posted by talia at 9:43 AM

Saved

It's been a very long time dearest readers I know. Technical difficulties overwhelmed my desire to write and ability to post writings. A recovery period was necessary, and still is.

The past month has been filled with small adventures, exhaustion, and hope. A funny combination really. I hope to post about it all soon. For now I'm just tickled I can log in.

Posted by talia at 9:27 AM