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still life with circles

Sat, 21 Feb 2009 14:25:50 GMT

not sure anyone looks at this site anymore since it has literally been years since i have written anything in it. as many of you know, my daughter lucia paz was stillborn at 38 weeks on december 22, 2008. i have started writing a blog called stilllife with circles. it is about my journey through the grief process. this is probably an incredibly depressing blog, much different than my insane anderson cooper rants and bad candy blogging. but hopefully, it is deeper. you can find that blog at still life with circles.
much love,
ang

baby + banana = messy

Thu, 17 Jan 2008 18:59:24 GMT

that funky monkey

Thu, 13 Dec 2007 19:08:39 GMT

kellyann taught me the way of the homemade toy, and thus, during bea's super illness, i made my first wellness sock monkey. it looks as though it was constructed by a blind and drunken eight year old, but alas, that is not far from the truth. introducing the ubermonkey, bea's new best friend.

Aunt Bea

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 22:55:06 GMT

people always comment on beatrice's name. "such an old-fashioned name. is it a family name?" and well, yes, it is, though to be fair, we didn't name beatrice grace after my grandmother mary lou's aunt bea. she talked about her often. she was a good baker. this is all i really knew about her, but let's just say, the seed might have been planted by hearing her speak of aunt bea. and well, my grandmother also had two best friends named audrey (the niece's name). my grandmother told a mean story.

after my grandfather's recent death, i was looking through old family photos. and what do i come across but a picture of my father and aunt bea. the back actually says "tommie and aunt bee. july 13, 1952" meaning my dad was two. he looks just like my nephews and she looks feisty as all hell. i LOVE her earrings.

grrrl power

Sun, 28 Oct 2007 19:44:00 GMT

since i am currently reading a book on footbinding in china and all the hellish horrors rained upon women in the far east, i wanted to present a cool japanese print i recently came across on line.

Title: The Ladies of Chiyoda Palace – Pole Sword Practice
Artist: Chikanobu Toyohara (1838-1912)
Date: 1896
Publisher: Fukuda Hatsujiro
Size: 27.8 x 14.0 inches

lady samurai.

mainly because they spell better

Wed, 17 Oct 2007 22:43:46 GMT

but they are totally for "sending them back to wherever they came from."

i loooooooooooooooooooooove cnn.

furry v. klingon bowl-a-thon

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 00:05:32 GMT

i know i'm a little late in the game for this one, since it happened oh, last weekend, but still i could not resist the furries vs. klingons bowling match story. i am absolutely appalled that noone i know had this event on their goddamn radar. what are you people getting paid for? really? work? i mean, if i were in my cubicle, i would have known about this AT LEAST three days before the actual event. and here is the real kicker--it is the second ANNUAL furries v. klingon bowling match. COME ON NOW--a whole year to find this on your internet travels. you cannot tell me everyone i know actually works. puhlease, you pansy assed girly swats, i have a kid now. i can't be on the internet for eight hours every day anymore. when a furry appears in a bowling alley, i want to know about it. is that too much to ask? when the aforementioned furry challenges a klingon, i say, dirty things will happen. work with me, people. there is weirdness happening, and i am out of the loop. all because of you. geesh. cripes. anyway, here's a goddamn poster from the said event. it is AWESOME. i also got y'all some pictures. shit. gotta do everything around here. and i'll bet noone even thanks me.

and the universe takes a moment to balance itself

Tue, 25 Sep 2007 00:05:44 GMT

the world of dork marriages

Mon, 24 Sep 2007 23:10:04 GMT

man uses crossword puzzle to propose...holy shit, this is awesome. this is exactly the kind of commitment one needs to foray into marriage. i love this quote:
“On our fourth date, I knew I had found the kind of dork I could love,” Egmont wrote in a note to the magazine. “We just went to the local coffee shop and did the crossword. That date was the first moment when we stopped relying on some kind of event to set the agenda, and instead we took that first tiny step towards normalcy, spending time together doing the same things we would regularly do on our own.”

and this, my friends, is what love is all about. word.

fall fashion

Fri, 24 Aug 2007 01:19:50 GMT

so my 10 lb. copy of september's vogue just landed in my mail slot. actually, the mailman had to OPEN the door to get it onto my front porch. i shit you not. this is the biggest vogue ever. and you think, ha ha, angie is such a funny lady. she always exaggerates, like when she says it's 150 degrees in the jetta-ster, and thus she needs a new family car, she is hil-fucking-arious. but it really is 10 lbs., so large in fact, the number ceases getting written out. get out your chicago manual of style, and edit that shit! a mail carrier now is in traction in haddon heights, or at least, employing a TEAM of chiropractic professionals.

i have yet to break plastic on that bad boy. i'm waiting for two free hours, a bottle of pinot grigio and a bucket in which to periodically vomit into. fall vogue is the especially egregious crime against humanity. it is 10 lbs of paper for a monthly periodical--pure, unadulterated waste. anti-green. and then, the cover this time around is a unseasonably gaunt and waifish sienna miller with a sort of seussian hairdo, and a back to the future shirt. shit is so flux modulator. and downright creepy. it is my last vogue. ever. i canceled my subscription. i have grown tired, YES, tired of the clothes porn. of the fetishism of consumption. sure, i love the fashion, and the articles are well-written, but the fucking last page of vogue kills me. it makes me hate. actual fucking bile and vitriol.

if you are not familiar with the last page of vogue, let me 'splain it to you. it always contains some far out, bedazzled feathered accessory priced more than the gnp of the kingdom of bhutan. while i still love the architecture of clothes, the beauty of fashion and the pure craft of clothes-making on the unreasonably thin for the previous 1,300 pages, i cannot abide by that last page any longer. what appears on the last page usually looks like something coughed up by siegfried (and/or roy's) tiger, further bedazzled by fashion gnome's john galliano and then dyed PURPLE, PEOPLE. i think the last page is actually called "people are talking about..." (no, really, that is the actual section name) to which i always respond, "how fucking ugly that is?" or "how overpriced that is?" "how wrong that is on so many levels?" actually, if i had the foresight, i would have blogged about that shit every month, but as it stands four years was much much too long for a vogue subscription anyway.

on a separate but equal note, if their "every shape" issue comes out one more time and the fat girl is a fucking size 6, i will be forced to call upon the unicorn of death and bellow like a goddamn banshee..."no more, anna wintour, no more." don't think i won't be checking it in barnes and noble on a monthly basis.
and when i do, you know the one thing i will be wearing, right? that's right, people, the chain mail t-shirt. after all, it would be undeniably useful in suburban new jersey. despite the fact that it is 279 pounds. i believe if after a morning jaunt to target for extra nappies, i fancied invading, say, a small south american country with a bunch of hessians and a six pack, i would be golden. it repels baby vomit quite nicely. plus, it seems equally appropos for the cubicle, at least the cubicle i used to inhabit which was constantly being bombarded with flaming arrows. the people at think geek.com also say, "The ThinkGeek Chain Mail T-Shirt is honest-to-goodness real metal chain mail hand forged by dwarfs in forbidden mines near the center of the earth and delivered to the ThinkGeek warehouse by shrieking black apparitions in the dead of night." i mean, who doesn't want to support the inner earth dwarves? i'd like to see muicca prada stand up and employ little people to sew her clothes. guess it isn't "hip" enough, or "thin" enough, or "fashion forward" enough, or "geeky" enough.

chain mail, the new black? well, maybe not the new black, but how about the new chartreuse? chartreuse was sort of in like last year...a little, i mean. for some people.