Things I've Learned From AFP #1

Things I've learned from Amanda Fucking Palmer #1: There is freedom in playing the piano in your underpants.

I'm Writing Again, Thank God!

I finally felt like I could open up to my new notebook. I've written 13 pages today, i'm beginning to feel like my self again, so i thought I'd see if i could translate all this business up in my head into a blog post. 2 more sleeps until the movers come. pretty much all my stuff is in boxes, except my furniture. i love the way my room looks right now, it's so roomy without all the boxes of books and shit lying around. (note to self: get a bookshelf, you cheapskate!) I think a cubby-style bookcase would do nicely. Mum has been stressing out so much that she broke out in hives over night. today she found out that the hacker she thought had stolen from her paypal account was really my brother giving $100 to some chick he met on WoW. that kid seems more than slightly inclined to criminal behaviour. i was reflecting on us, as a collective, earlier today, and was struck by how wonderfully fucked up my family is: alcoholic dreamer of a mother, almost-a-juvenile-delinquent geek brother, and the *ahem* tortured intellectual, possibly-a-serial-killer-in-the-making daughter with major daddy issues. I'm going to make a movie based on us one day... today i found myself, more than once, wishing for a camera. i discovered that i was shacked-up with the world's largest dust bunny today, and had nothing to take a photo with! I'm not leaving this house till i get a pic of it to post here. I'm so glad i can write again. since i filled up my old notebook, it's been difficult to find one that i feel comfortable writing in. i realized that this was just Resistance, and that I should just keep writing until i break through the wall. i did that tonight and it felt SOOOO GOOOD! i feel the relief of releasing something pent-up, like a traveller who, at the end of a long journey, FINALLY finds the restrooms. though, now i realize that i'm better off sticking to simple, plain notebooks, rather than fancy-schmancy "journals". the one I have now is the single most beautiful cover i have seen on any book. ever. it's apparently the cover for a novel by Patricia A. McKillop, a painting by Kinuko Y. Craft. Let me see if i can find a piccie, because this book is simply amaaaazing. i've been staring at it for almost 2 years now, and I'm still noticing details i didn't before..... Oooh, I just found a short review here. You can't see any of the back cover here, which is a goddamn shame, because there's so much there! if you look closely, you can see that the view from the window is the same landscape as on the redhead's fan. the strange patterned slab of wood-looking thing behind the clouds is the edge of her fan! i'm buying this book because of the cover, no ifs ands or buts. the artist's other work is pretty amazing too. "imaginary realist" I like it! and so I leave you with a book recommendation, and a lot of grammatical errors (which i've never, ever, done before in my life, and have only now understood how freeing it is. I'd never let spelling mistakes slip by, though, if i could help it) which i think are a small sign of the changes that are taking place. i'm becoming less and less tightly wound as i type, albeit by small degrees... with sleepy eyes and missing upper-case letters, xx Prettybones