TangledWings: The Weird and The Random

It's been awhile since I've written a post of completely random thoughts. I thought that would be a good choice on this MLK holiday...

I have taken to collecting rusty, smashed bottle caps (see mosaic above). When I take my daily walk (well, almost daily) I look for these squashed treasures, stuff them in the pocket of my sweatshirt, take them home, and add them to the glass canister I'm using to contain them. I find they hold a rough, yet delicate, kind of beauty. They're like little tin flowers, one side still slightly gleaming with color, the other side squished and rippled like petals pressed between the pages of a book. And each one unique. My favorites are the really, really flat and rusty ones. These have become so delicate with wear that they truly are almost as delicate as dried petals and they tend to be rare finds because it takes just the right amount of moisture (not enough and it won't rust) and just the right amount of pressure (too much and it becomes embedded into the asphalt, unable to be pried free.)
I have also started a second jar of miscellaneous objects I find on my walks, things that are interesting but that I don't want mixed in with my bottle caps--things like smashed batteries, broken cigarette lighters, smashed glasses, and unrecognizable scraps of metal. T doesn't understand why I keep bringing these things home and depositing them into this large canister but I told him it's like this collage I'm creating in a jar, one that can easily shift and change simply by adding new objects or stirring up the objects I already have so that a new pattern, a new perspective, is created.
I saw Atonement this weekend. It left me with a hollow ache inside.
At least once a day I check the world time feature on my cell phone because I like knowing at any given time exactly what time it is in Paris.
As I type this it is 2:48 am in Paris.
Bright and early tomorrow morning this year's Oscar nominations will be announced. Oh the excitement!
Speaking of possible Oscar nominees...have you seen the January 24th issue of Rolling Stone magazine. Yeah...I think my exact words when I say it was 'holy god'...
Today was a really good day, one of those days you hold in your hand and feel a peaceful sense of satisfaction. I got a much needed haircut. I made a new journal (it's not quite finished yet) and then I took myself to lunch at my favorite sandwich shop. I spent most of my day at the sandwich shop where, after eating, I wrote for three straight hours...well maybe it was closer to 2 1/2 once you take time out for eating. And I would have stayed longer except 1) I realized it was time to pick the B-Dog up from school and 2) the sandwich shop closes at 3:00.

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Hey, girlie, here to catch up. LOVE the bottles caps. Love, love, love. And the items you're collecting make me long to do another "Wreck This Journal" page using stuff I found in the gutters and sidewalks. There's beauty in 'trash.'

Posted by: Marilyn | February 03, 2008 at 07:43 AM