What a bust. First off someone who actually goes by J.Wes can't be taken seriously unless you yourself are a hipster. Lovely house but if all I can fit in the room is a queen size bed...then this ain't for me mister. And now I find on my walks that I'm angry at people who haven't converted their attics into apartments that I can rent. I want to march up to people's doors and ask, "um so when you gonna start working on that?"
In other news I've randomly started jogging.
Reading Game of Thrones
It's no Lord of the Rings...I mean was it really necessary to put your name as George R. R. Martin on the cover...I mean R. R.??? Like J R R...and why are there characters called Pyp, Samwell and Arwen? I guess it's hard to write an epic fantasy series after LOTR...you're always going to be compared. Do I like the book so far? There are parts I like...have yet to find that uniqueness however.
Cicada Diaries - May 23rd.
They are swarming! Well clearly it's nothing like what it's going to be...but on my drive home yesterday they were smacking in to my windshield, I have no AC so I have to drive with the windows down and I know one of these days ...they'll fly in my car. The cicadas seem to be heavier in the southern part of Nashville where I work. But that may be because they emerged there first this year. I am having to watch my step in the back yard but soon I think it will become to hard to avoid stepping on a cicada, there are just so many.
Morning May 24th
The sound of distant thunder, rain and breeze can often be the most relaxing sounds. But on tuesday morning we woke up around 5am to a very different kind of thunderstorm. Drack closed the window and it was still so loud I asked "did you shut the window". Then the power promptly went out and all I could hear was hail and wind. But I could see in shifting shapes and movement as 100 lighting strikes hit within 5 minutes. The thunder was practically continuous too, never stopping for more than a few seconds. I looked out the front window and could hardly see across the street from the torrential down burst of precipitation that crushed east Nashville in 15 minutes. The wind was like nothing I had ever seen before and it was only 80mph. I read later that something like 80 trees had come crashing down on people's houses and one only needs to walk a neighborhood walk to realize how bad downed trees really are. There are power lines still dangling limp or strewn across sidewalks and folks without power days later. And this reader...wasn't even a tornado. Drack said to me he had never seen a storm like that. It was a singular cell entity that swept over middle Tennessee and decided to dump on East Nashville and East Nashville alone. These are the kinds that produce tornadoes....generally we've been getting squall lines which just produce straight wind. I was scared...I have to admit I was very scared.
This week had been odd...in so many ways. It's like the storm blew open a door. Later in the week I started looking for places to live and am about to go meet a J. Wes Yoder (apparently a published writer) to inquire about renting a room in East Nashville. What happened to the one bedroom idea you might say? Let me copy paste an email I wrote to a very important person in my life who's been integral in many ways over the past 6 months.
thanks!
Although we've been doing well in the little room, I think it's important for me to have my own space for a little bit. Start paying some bills and budgeting money that I'm responsible for. When I was living with roommates in college I wasn't living on money I had earned. Gotta grow up at some point! Start paying for things on my own and saving! Ideally I would love to have my own little studio apartment or 1bedroom, however after a lot of thought I made the decision to seek out roommates. Although I would love to have my own kitchen, kitties and my own porch, I'm not sure if I'd be able to put enough in savings.
Another option maybe for me to find a 2 bedroom house and then search for a roommate myself. That way I am picking and choosing people for my own home, not the other way around. Mostly I'm going to meet this guy tomorrow because it is an all inclusive situation, which makes life easier. But if I feel like the room is too small, or I wouldn't be welcome in the rest of the house I definitely won't go for it. No worries I won't move unless it's better than here and here is going to be hard to beat! I definitely don't want to rush in to anything. I want to make sure I'd be happy and comfortable and able to use the kitchen and bathroom without being in someone's way.
AND who knows I may get lucky and find something that's affordable and my own space (like that attic apartment that I was going to get in February but he picked someone else).Lots of options and routes to take, I'm just really grateful to know I have wonderful people in my life who want the best for me like you, ____, Drack and even Junie (sometimes). I really appreciate it :) and I really feel more welcome here than anywhere else I have lived, even with my own Dad and stepmom!
<3
Cicada Diaries cont'd. 5/13
Well today it's raining and the temperature has dropped about 10 degrees. Cicadas only like to sing when it's really hot and sunny. Which made me wonder why they sing at night? They will sing if there is artificial light, overcrowding on one tree, or if they are disturbed...so basically the deafening sound is made worse as the summer goes on because there will be more cicadas, it's going to get hotter and we live in a city-no one is left undisturbed.
In other news...It's hard for me to approach writing about massage and Ayurveda when I've had very short contact with it, even though I am becoming a full blown office manager of a massage therapy and Ayurveda studio. I'm learning, sort of building on what I already know about alternative health care. I've got a lot to say about it but I don't know how to write about it.
4/8/11 - Last night about 30 cicadas from Brood XIX crawled out of the soil and up on to the railing of our porch. While I was sleeping, Drack watched them shed their skins and stretch their wings. This morning I went out to see the remains. Empty carcasses still attached to where they clung on and entered the last stage of their lives. Now they go on to be food, they aren't locusts, they come out to mate and die not even bothering to eat. The cicada cycle is fascinating, another thing I only knew vaguely of and now get to experience first hand. It's confusing, at first outsiders are led to believe cicadas only come out every 13 years. Logically that doesn't make any sense, it would be more of an epic and widely broadcast event if that were true. Turns out that there are a crap ton of cicada species all over the world and within some of those species are populations. Those populations come out at different intervals, they are labeled by roman numeral. This year Brood 19 of the blablah species that lives for 13-years will be singing in early May. Later more populations and different species will come out of the ground and within a few days they'll sing.
4/11/11 - I spent lunch in the park yesterday. High temps and moderate humidity and it was still brutal but I could hear one or two cicadas singing. I observed the ones crawling around on the ground around me. Most ciadas look...well they look demented. I swear I have only seen one or two cicadas that didn't look sickly and half dead. Some can't break out of their shells, others find their wings are crumpled. Some flop around on their backs for hours. A lot fall off of whatever they're attached to consistently. Considering they're only really come out of the ground to mate, they don't necessarily have to be the Olympian's of the bug world. Which might be why there are so many of them, most will be eaten before they lay their eggs. Granted I have yet to find anything scientific to back up my theory, but that seems to be the general feeling of most folks around here.
When we went to Asheville I didn't take my laptop and I didn't take a journal. In the moments I wanted to write something down I had nothing to write on, and things I wanted to write about fell away. That always happens though. "Oh I won't take my camera today", then you see an elephant riding a bicycle. Anyway I digress...
One of the things I meant to make a note of in my absent journal to write about later is the human and the drum circle phenom. There is one that happens in the small triangle in the heart of downtown Asheville. Drum circles are just as mesmerizing as campfires. What the hell do I mean by that? Well do you ever find yourself staring unreasonably long at campfires? I do all the time. I like to think our reaction and love of campfires has practically become part of our DNA since the first human decided to build one and sit by it. I mean when it got dark, we couldn't see...and our lives revolved around campfires. The caveman's television set.
It's the same with drum circles. I mean come on, the easiest instrument in the world involves taking one thing and banging it against another. One white old man who stood by us and remarked "why do they do this?", if I hadn't seen a number of drum circles, I might say the same thing. At first they seem completely unorganized. And for the most part they are, you just show up with a drum and go at it. If there are enough people drumming loudly enough, it creates enough noise that patterns and skill don't matter. Something happens when you give yourself over to it. No matter how far we've come in the world of music, it all really revolves around beats. Maybe I'm alone in this...but I often feel an overwhelming urge to listen to drum circles. At first I think...crazy hippies, but in the end I succumb to wiggling my hips. And it becomes the most normal and human thing I could possibly do. Fire and drum circles are perfectly primordial.
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