Octopus' Garden

Sunday, November 26, 2006


1. Mug Shots

First things first:

Aerial View of 2006 T-giving Trifle.

Profile Shot of 2006 T-giving Trifle.

You have now officially been trifled with. Because I'm just that kind of a girl.

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2. Bodies, Rest, and Motion

The week before T-giving was exhilarating and crazy. In approximately a ten-day span of time, I drove to Chicago and delivered a paper at a conference, then drove to Forest City, Iowa, to give a reading at Waldorf College, and then a day later flew out to St. Louis to give a reading as part of the River Styx at Duff's Reading Series.

Chicago provided the opportunity to eat compulsively for three nights in a row at a Thai restaurant (that also served sushi!) just down the street from the Congress Plaza Hotel where I was staying (art deco lobby, and the merest bit seedy/frayed at the edges to garnish it with just the right tinge of squalor . . . in other words, my favorite kind of hotel), and I went to the Chicago Art Institute two days in a row! Day One was devoted primarily to visiting the Thorne Miniatures, with a side tour through mid-century modern design, and (my personal favorite) a lengthy visit to the famous Arthur Rubloff Paperweight Collection, where I was in a veritable froth of paperweight ecstasy! Day Two consisted of a leisurely tour of the Modern and Contemporary galleries, where one can find de Chirico's The Philosopher's Conquest, which one might be enamored of for any number of reasons, not least of which are the artichokes.

I was overwhelmed by the kind hospitality at Waldorf College in Forest City, Iowa, where I spent a lovely day meeting with students and faculty (all of whom were delightful!), giving a reading, and attending a play. The drive out there and back was all sulky, honeyed November light ambering the endless fields of stubble corn, the naked dark lace of bare tree branches filigreeing the horizon, and golden rolled bales of hay punctuating the landscape like enormous jelly roll cakes.

In St. Louis, I stayed in a charming bed and breakfast called Brewer's House in the old French historic Soulard neighborhood. I got to see our very own Julie Dill (Best! Stalker! Evah!!) and Laine at the reading, getting ready to head out for scintillatingly scandalous misadventures in Georgia. Many, many thanks to Richard Newman and River Styx magazine for bringing me out to read!

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3. Thanks

This Year . . .

I am thankful for my Brat Cats.

I am thankful for the nice birthday weekend in Casper, Wyoming at the Equality State Book Festival with my parental units, where I gave a poetry reading with my dad.

I am thankful for my many, many wonderful friends who are always so good to me, and who I adore beyond measure.

I am thankful for CH, who sent me a sushi clock for my birthday, which made me mad with joy! Mad! With joy! (Aren't you jealous? You know you are.)

I am thankful for PEP who listens to me obsess (at length) over the phone, even when she has many, many papers to grade.

I am thankful to E, who had me over to her house for T-giving and fed me all sorts of delicious food.

I am thankful for your sweetness, and even your obliviousness . . . for your sweet oblivion.

I am thankful that Poker Alice has a day-after-T-giving gig where I can dance all night with wild abandon.

I am thankful for Appletinis, which come in the most lovely shade of absinthe green.

I am so motherfucking thankful for coffee that it isn't even funny.

I am thankful for the cool, delicious mists of fog which return unexpectedly, and which are tricky, silvered, and disorienting.

4. Errata Happens

LAR: Are you aware that you misused the word "millinery" several posts below?

AH: Well, I am now.

LAR: Millinery is specifically about sewing hats, not seamstressing in general.

AH: So you keep telling me. But millinery just felt right to me at the time . . . the silvery in and out of the I's broken up by the smooth, even, satiny stitches of the L's . . . the evocation of lace, satin ribbons, and maybe even a scrap of tulle?

LAR: That's so typical of you.

AH: I know.

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5. Coda

What's that, you say?

There's a kitten?!?

In my handbag?!?

A very, very happy belated T-giving to all of you out there in the blogosphere from all of us at Artichoke Heart's House of Wayward Cats & Co.
posted by Artichoke Heart at 4:24 PM


Hey! Richard is a good buddy of mine. Love the events at Duff's. Did they take you to the Cat's Meow?
Blogger EEK!, at 6:16 PM  
I am thankful for kitten pictures! :)

I actually had thought about making the drive to STL for your reading, but I was scheduled on the reference desk from 6-10 that night. Sigh! Next time.
Blogger Anne, at 7:23 PM  
Eek! No, I didn't get to go to the Cat's Meow. Should I have residual Cat's Meow Disappointment at this juncture, do you think?

Anne, I'm glad you like the cat pics! It would have been so much fun to have seen you in STL, but perhaps I will make it back down B-ton way again one of these days.
Blogger Artichoke Heart, at 9:55 AM  
And a belated T-Giving to you Miss A and everyone at AHHWC&C. Cheers!
Blogger MJ, at 8:48 PM  
Right back atcha, MJ! (AH says, super belatedly and super lamedly).
Blogger Artichoke Heart, at 4:43 PM  

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