Wednesday, November 4, 2009

What's hot and what's not #1

This week -- and, I hope, in weeks to come -- I'm joining the excellent and inspiring Loobylu in celebrating Wednesday with a list of what's hot and what's not. Beware: this list may get lengthy. For the past week or so I've been jotting down things I've wanted to blog, and this thinly-veiled excuse to talk about anything and everything may get worn down and wrung out before I'm done with it. So, to begin...

What's hot:

New babies -- one of my lovely friends gave birth to a precious new bundle of awesomeness last weekend and I got to have a peek when baby was just a couple of hours old. New babies are just sheer delight.

The University of Danielle -- I love that at my school I can take a uni class outside, sprawled on a beach towel with notebook, textbook, and pen in hand, getting a massive dose of vitamin D and bay breezes and achieving something at the same time (see also 'What's Not' item one).

Poetry -- poetry is one of my subjects this semester and, although prose is truly my first love, I'm finding this all very delicious. I keep uncovering these gems that I've never seen before or never paid appropriate attention to before. Like this, from e.e. cummings:

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn’t he danced his did.

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone’s any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

David Crowder has a new blog -- and knowing David Crowder, it will be full of just the sort of silly, frivolous, funny, and strangely thought-provoking stuff I love.

The Desiring God audiobook -- downloadable in November, for free!

What's not:

Ant bites -- I should be getting used to these things, seeing as I've had so many lately. I'll bed outside, merrily lapping up the Spring sunshine and working my way through a textbook like there's no tomorrow, and some obnoxious little blank ant will find his way somewhere he shouldn't, and try and take a big chunky bite. It wouldn't matter so much if the bites didn't go all swollen and sore for days afterwards. Boy.

Christmas carols, already -- I love Christmas, and I love Christmas carols. But please: not yet. Just a few weeks longer. Please?

My poetry -- this differs from item #3 on the 'What's Hot' list because of one simple variation: it (the former) is good, and this (the latter), on the other hand, is not. In fact, the whole reason I am writing a blog post right now is to take a break from forcing words where they do not wish to go.

Failing to buy that excellent vintage dress -- which was only ten dollars, and was a cheerful fire engine red. Why did I not buy it from that excellent thrift store in New Zealand. WHY?


  1. If this means we hear from you, I'm all for it. ;-)

    You keep making me want to go back to University! Ahh! ;-)

    Ok, I have to go to work and then get back to NaNoing my brains out.

  2. Buggy bites are just not cool. Poor little Petal got a 'Bully-ant' bite on her inner leg on the weekend. They are little bullys, yes they are.

  3. I always tell myself that if I see something I like while travelling I should just buy it because I'll never get the chance to go back before I leave. Wish I took my advice more often though... There was a pair of shoes in a window in Venice 15 years ago that I remember clear as day even now!

  4. I love that poem, Danielle. You have inspired me to read more about it and have read that it reflects e e cummings feelings about communisim and the collective after visiting soviet russia in the 1930s ... interesting! But also - I read that George Lucas made a short film of it... bizarre!
    Thanks for playing along.

  5. Wow! I LOVE that poem.
    I bet you could tell me the names of all of those poetic devices, too. ...But I just think they sound pretty!

  6. I have to agree with ya on all accounts. I would love to take classes outside; what fun!


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