"from the cunt to the head is/ a Mobius strip/ that connects us to death" --Eleni Sikelianos, excerpted from "Notes Toward the Township of Cause of Trouble (Venus Cabinet Revealed)"
I don't know why I decided not to post the original photo about which I was speaking in this post. I think it felt like I already had enough porny visuals up on my main page or something-- especially when that post that I decorated with all those pussy pictures hadn't yet gone into the archives.
But I found the above drawing on the Naked Chicks on Post-It Notes blog and I couldn't resist lifting it and depositing it here.
I love this blog quite a lot. Some of the drawings are quite stylistically interesting-- but more than that, I think it's a funny, understatedly ironic little blog. It really is just little pencil sketches of girls' body parts on tiny yellow squares. It's like it's so quotidian that it negates its eroticism. Or, with that tongue in its cheek, it tempers its lasciviousness to the point that it never transcends the cheeky. Except that sometimes it does.
Regardless of my needless exposition, it's a cute blog. It even makes Lena Chen's cummy lips cute. (As if they weren't already? They were! They WERE!)
Sommer tagged me. I imagine she did so because I've been known to empty my guts here anyway... so what's one more time? Her list is funnier than mine could ever aspire to be, but I'll play even anyway.
What were you doing 5 years ago?
1. Reciting daily affirmations that I was not a shitty poet. Writing shitty poems even anyway.
2. Flirting shamelessly with anything with a dick while my girlfriend fretted and raged about it.
3. Perfecting my recipe for red velvet cake.
4. Learning Tantric sex in theory but not in practice.
I've wriggled a tentative couple of toes onto the Camino del Home Ownership. This means that, for the next little while, most of my internet play time will be dedicated to searching MLS listings instead of trawling for internet eccentralia. It also means that my writing time will be dedicated to wasting arms and legs... uh, I mean, gas as I zigzag all over town. So, though I hope to be able to keep up my recent flurry of blogging delights, I can't promise much.
In the meantime, please enjoy the following musical interlude by the French ghettopop group, Le Le.
Go here. Download the video you will find there. It's such a pretty little bacchanal...
Sigur Rós is a fantastic Icelandic band to which I was introduced a few years ago. When I was working in a bookstore, this very cute guy-- tall, long legs slightly bowed, just this side of hipster with prematurely graying hair-- used to come in and ask me to help him find quasi-obscure music. I don't know why he thought we'd have the stuff-- we had a pitiful selection. I don't always advocate basing your musical purchase decisions on the cuteness of the boy doing the recommending, but this time it worked out pretty well.
Happy June!
rabbit, rabbit, rabbit, rabbit
(That's 4 rabbits for double the good luck. More people than just my mom know what that means, right?)