An infant when it gazes on a light, A child the moment when it drains the breast, A devotee when soars the Host in sight, An Arab with a stranger for a guest, A sailor when the prize has struck in fight, A miser filling his most hoarded chest, Feel rapture; but not such true joy are reaping As they who watch o’er what they love while sleeping
– Lord ByronDay 6: “The Adventures of Robo-knee!”
6. Talk about a recent experience that has affected you greatly and how.
So, I recently effed my knee again. It’s a recurring thing, but I guess I just never learn. A sprain/stretched ligament… not cute.
But the whole thing always affects me kind of intensely. I mean, besides the part about rolling around the floor screaming obscenities, it kind of turns my little psyche inside out and upside down.
It’s embarrassing. The world has to stop because I was too stupid to wear my knee brace when I was working. But then the embarrassment turns into a sort of humility. It was something stupid to do, and now I’m hurting because of it, and I have to take it easy for a while. Life continues, whether or not I’m dancing.
The best part though, is when I re-acquaint myself with my knee brace. I put away my pride, put the ugly hunk of neoprene on and…
LO AND BEHOLD!
IT’S ROBO-KNEE!
I can do anything good! I work twice as hard. I feel accomplished and rad. Rad.
Printer error messsages
I’ve been trying to avoid re-posting stuff from other Tumblr users, but this was too rich to let go.
If only it were as easy as feeding your copy machine a sandwich.
Starving artist/student Texas toast
Ingredients: -Like a butter knife full of butter or margarine -1 hot dog bun -garlic powder or ms. Dash -Parmesan cheese
Put everything on the bun. Put bun in toaster oven. Don’t burn it.
Mmmmmmmm….
Day 5
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Pick a song that projects the same mood as your day or week and explain.
AFP wrote this song in frustration towards her father for passing down his (probably genetic) mental instability to her.
“half jack (for my father)” Amanda Palmer The Dresden Dolls
half underwater i’m half my mother’s daughter a fraction’s left up to dispute the whole collection half off the price they’re asking in the halfway house of ill repute
half accidental half pain full instrumental i have a lot to think about you think they’re joking? you have to go provoke him… i guess it’s high time you found out
it’s half biology and half corrective surgery gone wrong you’ll notice something funny if you hang around here for too long ago in some black hole before they had these pills to take it back i’m half jill and half jack
two halves are equal a cross between two evils it’s not an enviable lot but if you listen you’ll learn to hear the difference between the halfs and the half nots
and when i let him in i feel my stitches getting sicker i try to wash him out but like she said:the blood is thicker i see my mother in my face but only when i travel i run as fast as i can run but jack comes tumbling after….
and when i’m brave enough and find a clever way to kick him out and i’m so high not even you and all your love could bring me down on 83rd he never found the magic words to change this fact: i’m half jill and half jack
i’m halfway home now half hoping for a showdown cause i’m not big enough to house this crowd it might destroy me but i’d sacrifice my body if it meant i’d get the jack part OUT
see
jack
run…..
copyright 2002 amanda palmer
Day 4
4. What do you think it means to be in love?
Well hello there, special anniversary edition! Today marks ten months with my wonderful boyfriend, and as Herman Hesse said, “If I know what love is, it is because of you.” I think that it means finding someone who you absolutely had to find. I think it means knowing someone who makes you see the light and beauty in the world, even in the ugliness that we all know exists on this planet. It means loving someone BECAUSE they are flawed, and feeling free to be flawed because you will be loved regardless. And yet, love makes you a better person. It makes you brave enough to face your own flaws and conquer your fears. Love makes you leap with open eyes.
And that’s all the cheesiness I have for today.
Jk, I here’s a corny photo.
Deal with it. :)
Day 3
3. Where have you been spending your time lately? Three/Five/Ten years ago would you have expected to be there?
Here, I guess? At home, in the area. I didn’t expect to be here three, five, surely not ten years ago.
Ten years ago, I was only ten years old. What I expected is no measure at all for who I should have been. I don’t know, I’m pretty sure that I thought I would be a highly successful something in a faraway city, practically married and could drive to the park to play whenever I wanted to. Granted, I can drive to the park whenever I want to, but I normally go there just to have lunch or something.
Five years ago, I was fifteen and I thought the future was pretty frightening so if you told me where I was, I would have just said “Probably… Yeah, makes sense.”
Three years ago I was seventeen and I would probably be really annoyed that I didn’t finish my play. Still have to do that.
But I would think the things I didn’t expect were AMAZING. I have some amazing jobs: working with kids, making art, doing what I love and getting paid for it. I have such LOVE in my life: my close friends, friends I hope will get closer, my amazing darlingk… It’s a fine, fine life.
