Thursday, June 29, 2006

More Stuff Found In the Move

This hot santa bracelet; which wears like a Wonder Woman cuff and has a bunch of wonder women hammered in silver. Me & Mary? We're tight; we have a connection. Anyway, I bought this from a museum shop about 7-8 years ago. I hadn't worn it in a long time, but I rocked it yesterday. I forgot that it makes the most pleasing clinking sounds. Makes me shake my hands around more than usual.

I found my letter jacket on which I did not sew my varsity basketball letter, and I found the sweatshirt that does have the letter sewn onto it. Our high school colors were royal blue and gold and I didn't want a big neon royal blue wool letter jacket. I wanted a navy jacket because I was all classy and shit in high school. Embroidered on the jacket is my name and a basketball in gold. But the sweatshirt, which IS royal blue, is bad-ass in a quirky way. My letter is sewn on the back (kinda tacky) but there are great, gold iron-on letters that spell "Hoopsterette"down the sleeve. My childhood nickname and jersey number are on the front. It's so bananas vintage now and since it still fits I'm rocking that soon too. I'd show you a picture, but I'm not revealing my childhood nickname up on the blog so you guys can be all, Hey Pookie -- I mean, if that was the name. Betsy still calls me the name, and it doesn't bother me at all coming from her. She's put in the history. My jersey number was 42, after James Worthy who was a rookie on the Lakers -- during The Magical Years -- my first year of high school, when I made the varsity squad. I even wore New Balance shoes just like Worthy no matter how much they felt like ski boots.

Look at these crazy cards I forgot I had. Flying on a fly? Happy Birthday?
I also found this poem that I used to keep in my wallet in my early twenties. I don't even know the author, but it used to touch me a lot. I think mainly because 15 years ago I had never seen writing like this before and I loved how brave it was. I can't tell if it's good by today's standards, but I dug it back in the day, and I'm extremely loyal to it.

doesn't it seem like forever

he fell and she fell and then they rolled
and they both broke their crowns and didn't
get up in the morning and didn't go to school
and she was making a child and he was studying
friction and their thesis was something to
smell all right and when they got their electric
bill it was so small that they couldn't even
use it to light the single candle and when
she slipped on the ice he nursed her hip with
his lips and it was he who ended up bruised
purple and she went down to the wire and
bought the whole goddamn grocery store and
fixed the food so that he couldn't eat it and he
only wanted to eat out and she was glad and
thankful and ran her hands down his
legs until they were polished and she had to
stop wearing underwear and he couldn't even
think of her ears without getting an erection
and when they held hands they were nothing but
bones from top to bottom and she just wanted
to suck all the marrow out and he was always
ready for that god was he always ready for that
so she began to wonder what she was good for
despite the fact that all he did was try to
invent new ways to show her what she was good
for yet she didn't like to believe because then
one day she might have to leave for something
then she wouldn't care and couldn't care and
wouldn't care about anything except the way his
thumb didn't quite reach and how they had to
stretch it and stretch it and stretch it out until
there was nothing but taffy between them until
there was nothing but sugar between them there
was nothing but honey that stuck them together
and his study of friction was over and he went on
to perpetual motion and she lost the baby and
cried and cried and he was there licking her
tears and catching them and counting them and
sticking pins through them and placing them in
brightly colored cardboard boxes with the
proper date and the proper label so that she
would remember so that they would
so that they would remember

So, tomorrow we move. And it just clearly dawned on me that I will not have home internet for 2 weeks because that's when a DSL line "will open up in my area". WTF? In the manic throws of moving, this sounds doable, but the reality is that no home internet for 2 weeks is ridiculous and beyond my breaking point because I will be off those 2 weeks from work too. I suppose I'll just have to walk to our local library during the 2 weeks -- or rub sticks together to find a wireless connection.


Melinda said...

Happy moving!!

And as a librarian working in a public library, I implore you: please, PLEASE, wipe down that computer keyboard with a disenfectant wipe before you type your next blog entry on it. It's a good bet that the dude who was there before wasn't just playing Hearts. I share because I care.

madness rivera said...

That's it. I'm going to the library in latex, disposable gloves.

amstar said...

I wish a swift painless move for you Madness!

and you can take your computer to Peet's on Montana...I think the internet is free.

madness rivera said...

AMSTAR! I live blocks from that Peet's. Thanks for the gigantic tip.

LeS said...

That poem is righteous. It made me ache to read it.

I send you stellar supergirl powers for the move and hope the weather behaves just for you guys.

If I lived closer I'd bring wine, bread and salt just like Jimmy Stewart in It's a Wonderful Life :)

acumamakiki said...

Happy moving Madness! I look forward to posts from Santa Monica.

Irene said...

good luck with the move!!!!!

Dori said...

That is one long poem. I'm impressed that it fit in your wallet. Good luck with the move!

lovegreendog said...

oh, the poem! the words are beautiful.

hope you have a smooth move!

bettyboop said...

wow, that poem is something.
viva santa monica! welcome home! say hi for me. also, you might pick up someone else's wi-fi in your building, for free!
go lady vikes!