a new day, a new idea

Alright, let's be honest...Wonder Net has been less than enthralling lately. Most of the blame can likely be put on the fact that Claire and I are now room mates, and it feels sort of silly to be corresponding in the same fashion that we did when we were states away.

But don't fret, you one, two, maybe three? readers out there. We are not dropping out we are just changing things up. In the event of any sort of major cleaning or moving it's nearly impossible to avoid reading all the old journals and letters (boxes and boxes of letters) you come across in the process. Claire and I have both been doing a bit of that lately and have been surprised at our own thoughts which have been stashed away on paper. Sometimes we are surprised by the hilarity, sometimes we are surprised by a shocking bit of wisdom. So, from day to day we will be posting snippets from these findings.

I'll kick things of with something light-hearted from this past summer in Carbondale:

"At dinner, Scarlett holds a fetal barn swallow in her hand. Yesterday she pooped in the front yard. I rode Stitch bareback during early dusk, trotting through clover up to his belly. True joy. Waldo tags along, and Sopris smiles. These are my days in this place and this summer."

we should proably join the society

The other day I found myself with sometime to kill on the internet so I thought I would see what the latest is with old Cormac. Turns out there is an entire society.Not only can you learn so much about this beefcake from the website, but they even hold retreats dedicated to talking about him and his writing. Maybe we should split the dues and get in on that sh@*t.

if only

....there was this same print for Ridgebacks....

still magic

It's been nearly two weeks since I made the move to 2640, and just as you promised it proves to be a magical little place to live.

@shitmydadsays

I've been resisting the Twitter craze, but this is exactly the kind of thing Twitter was invented for. Man oh man I am definitely going to be completely addicted to checking his updates. He simply records things his 73-year-old dad says, such as:

"Your mother made a batch of meatballs last night. Some are for you, some are for me, but more are for me. Remember that. More. Me."

"Your brother brought his baby over this morning. He told me it could stand. It couldn't stand for shit. Just sat there. Big let down."

Merry Christmas

Thanks for the Christmas present; once I figured out Juliette Lewis was not in fact Cat Power I loved the show. And Chrissie Hynde (lead singer for the Pretenders) is a new favorite persona of mine.

Crazy Juliette Lewis:
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Hardcore Chrissie Hynde:
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And the lovely Cat Power:
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pretty neat