Inverted Crescent

One Woman's Journey Over the Moon and Beyond

Monday, November 28, 2005

Five-hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes

I am full of ponderables lately.

So many lifetimes that I could live.

In one lifetime I work in a bookstore, complete with rare and out-of-print editions of longed for texts, some archaic and gorgeous coffee machine which reminds me of the days when scientists had to create their own equipment before research could begin, and a black cat or two for good measure.

In another life, I am inordinately fond of flowers, and work in a nursery.

In another, I am traveling the world, exploring neolithic cave art.

In another, I bike everywhere, and live to meet the locals.

In some lives I am gardening, or camping, or making great art---w0rking for national geographic.

These are the lives of the self.

The selfless lives involve me being someone's wife, and someone's mother. In loving the stillness and the chaos. In doing something bigger and stranger by the depth of my involvement in the community.

So much to do in so beautiful a world and there just never seems to be enough time to do it all in.

But I'm starting to branch out---starting to learn and grow.

Tomorrow I have a date, which should prove fun. I'm looking forward to going to see Oklahoma and to learn a bit about what this gentlemen is about.

I want to learn more about grafitti throughout history, as well. So, I'm researching. And I'm also learning to take better photos. Maybe there is a coffee table book in my future on the history of paleo-graffiti?

Looking to a few different things now.

Might as well.
Life is short, and I want to make this one count.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005


November is here, and my sinuses are blocked. My little neti pot gives wonderful temporary relief---but it is just that---temporary. And so, I stand over the sink at 3 in the morning, cleaning out ye old sinuses in a bathroom so thoroughly in the throws of re-modeling, that I feel like I am in a crack-whore’s digs getting that “one last fix.”

. That’s all I need. Just give me the salt and the steam, man. YOU KNOW HOW I JONES FOR OXYGEN. *sigh*

On the upside, there was thanksgiving dinner for all the nice people at work, and it was truly wonderful. I managed , in my sickly state, to eat a full plate of the potluck goodies AND to accidentally insult a colleague . Never let it be said that I’m an underachiever.

When I go home, I expect the house to be thirteen shades of disorganized, due to the recent renovations. But I know it is a good thing, and truly something to be thankful for when it is done. So, something like dinner later, a headstand or so to knock loose the sinus, and one final moment with the neti pot and I’m going to try to sleep my way to health. At least, that is the goal.

Monday, November 21, 2005

cryptic butterfly

Just one thing at a time.
That's what I thing in a moment to focus place to be. Write for the magazine. Complete it. Then go to the next place.
Think of the million things you can be doing. Write them down. Prioritize.
Get information, formulate a plan, and go.

I feel like I'm laying a foundation for what is to come. I'm not certain what that is, but I know I need to prepare.

Repair the Schimano, cook the soup, read. Pray. Sleep. Eat.

Sunday, November 20, 2005


The Inverted Crescent is part of all the changes I'm experiencing now. You will find a lot of the stuff you found on NOTES, plus a few changes here. Heck, NOTES may even resurface with an entirely new format by Spring. At any rate, I'm glad you made it, and I hope to hear from you soon.