First page of the bath archive.

baths and secrets. but not secret baths, that’d be weird.

Posted by jessica on Mar 21, 2010 with 26 Comments
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First, I’ve been feeling like Goldilocks lately.

And not just because of the color of my hair.

More because, see, I am a fan of a good bath. But recently I’ve been striking out. And it’s been all Papa Bear or all Mama Bear all the time while I’ve had to jump out of the water, it being too hot or too cold, without ever finding my Baby Bear kind of just right.

And a bath is a commitment. It takes some time to fill the tub, not to mention the fact that it is a drain on my bubbly resources. And no, I don’t mean champagne because no, I don’t have any of that. What I do have is some precious stuff that makes the water smell really nice and then get all good and bubbly and so you understand that I don’t like to waste it.

Oh well, there are worse things, I suppose. Like the time I was in Mexico and showering regularly with cockroaches that looked like they ate better than some of the people I met down there.

Next, I have pink shoulders.

Why?

Oh, because of that lovely and unbridled sun. Because of the way it encouraged me to wear a tank top. But also because it’s still the tricky month of March, and though I remember to grab a sweater before I run out the door, I don’t quite remember to wear sun screen. And though I remember to sit in the sun for a very long time, I don’t quite remember that my shoulders have been through a long winter and perhaps I would do well to ease them into sun worshipping rather than bam! here’s the sun: get to it!

And lastly, I am slowly building up some secrets. And now my brother Jason has stopped reading because he is busy texting me, asking me what secret I am referring to on here.

But what I mean is, I am becoming like a city enclosed again, I think.

Or maybe just a nice little home. Some flowers out front. A piano inside. But a lock on the door, which is kind of nice too.

See, there is this house on Appleton Road that I pass by quite a lot. And house is putting it kindly; it’s more likely called ruins. There is no ceiling, no door, and nothing close to four walls. This house, it has no secrets. Anybody passing by can see exactly what is going on, if they care to look. All that it contains is exposed, poor thing.

And sometimes it reminds me of me. Or at least the way I’ve been. It’s weird to be an adult and have your life completely exposed. To suddenly have the door ripped off the hinges and the blinds pulled up, and everybody saying, Oh, wow. That’s what’s going on in there? What. A. Mess.

But now I’m gathering some secrets and I’m feeling less exposed and I’m less like wickipedia and I’m more like a journal and there are songs that I have written that I cannot yet sing for you and there are pages I am writing that nobody has read and I’m feeling some autonomy and I’m feeling less like ruins and I like the feel of a door right here again and I’m careful about who I let through it, can you blame me?

And I think all of this is a pretty good idea.

One heck of a run-on sentence, but still, a pretty good idea.

computers and kill bill cuisine

Posted by jessica on Aug 21, 2009 with No Comments
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Drew and I have a new rule that involves computers and bathing.

You see, the other day I made a few mistakes.
Okay, well I probably make a few mistakes everyday but this one involved my beloved Mac.
I wanted to take a bath because I do this thing called A Chorus Line eight times a week and sometimes it just plain hurts. Also, the bathtub in my hotel room is so divine, though any bathtub that actually holds water and doesn’t drain as soon as I step in it is pretty fabulous compared to the one at my house.
But I also wanted to have the use of my computer.
Yeah, you probably see where this is going; you guys are smart like that.
My first mistake was bringing my Mac into the bathroom. My second mistake was setting it down on the toilet–a toilet, I should say, that has a particularly slanted and slippery lid. And my third mistake was, when the computer started sliding off of the toilet, jumping out of the bath while soaking wet and causing a small tidal wave to hit the keyboard as I grabbed it.
Shoot.
SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!
I quickly and tenderly wiped it down and then bided my time.
And sure enough, later that night my Mac was acting funky. Whether I wanted it to or not, the mouse would highlight and drag everything it passed over. The backspace wasn’t working. It was slow, like I-might-as-well-dig-up-an-encyclopedia-and-do-my-research-there slow.
I told Drew and he was like, oh no.
Um, yeah, Drew, Oh no and then some!
But then he told me to leave the computer open for the night to let it dry out and see what happens in the morning. And I prayed for it. Some may think that’s strange but I think that if God cares about anything than he cares about everything; that, bottom line, he cares.
And what do you know, the morning came, and there was my computer, prettily humming away and working like a smooth operator.
OHHHH SHOOOOOOOOOOT!!!, but this time in a totally good way.
So thank you Drew for the good advice and thank you God for caring and no thank you to me for putting my mac in that precarious position in the first place.
But onto something else.
Tonight a group of us ate dinner at a restaurant that was used for one of the big fight scenes in Kill Bill. Too bad I still have not seen the movie and too bad I just ran out of my rocking yellow jumpsuits. Seriously, there are like three in my laundry right now.
In honor of its history, we decided to do some Kill Bill-ish moves.
But ended up looking more like mannequins. Whatever.
And the place was awesome. We had to take off our shoes and sit low to the ground and everything.
We even got to sit in a private room, the same one where President W himself sat when he dined there. And after enjoying seaweed salad, tofu, various skewers laden with meet, tomatoes wrapped in bacon, some sort of fish flake and potato concoction, and ice cream inundated with unidentified gelatinous cubes, we called it a night.
But not before I had a glass of plum wine, which is basically wine for toddlers and so it is actually pretty tasty.
And now, another bath. But I will be leaving my computer on the bed this time, don’t you worry.