BLAAAAARGH

Mer! Remember when we used to blawg on this thing?! I'm not nearly as fun or funny anymore! But reading back on it I realize that we had a really good time. Aw, I miss these days. But not really, because I only blogged as an escape because I hated my job so intensely.

I don't really have anything else to say... it's 5:25 a.m. and I'm a lot less overshary than I once was. I'll leave you with something I made recently in the old style of Microsoft Paint editing...behold....Space is the Place...to eat noodles from a cup....

jakob dylan and neko case

we've long outlasted the winter

and our last wood pile...

last night i went to see Jakob Dylan at the 9:30 club

his new album was finely played

complete with the haunt of the dulcimer

and lyrics that bring me back to the ole country

i miss you West Virginia

...cause it's certain, everybody's hurtin'

a birthday present from claire to mer

monday greets me with...

swollen eyes
red splotches on face
sushi my friends
not domestic violence

first time this has ever happened from food
(read-cats do it for me)
i would be more bummed about it
if i weren't so sleepy from the antihistamine

barry's tea needs to cool down
so i can driiiinnnk it
at least i didn't have anaphylactic shock!

surriously...firing squad?

Dice is Back

he stopped, collaborated and listened

Batty for Bat for Lashes

http://www.batforlashes.com/

seriously folks, if you haven't heard this chick
you need to
now

speaking of folks
i should probably tell some of them
i'm posting again

maybe

Monday Without Metadate

a fire's remains

damp ashen and grey
all smouldering subsides

unable to sustain
burning in one place
consuming paths

in it's own to perpetuate

take shelter from the flames

before you lose your way

in muddled half life's measure

True Lyaf: Mer Should Donate Her Body To Science, Part II

Dear kids,

This summer has been super fun.

For whatever reason, living in a congested and humid city built on a swamp led to my largest organ having a total meltdown...I know, shocking. Of course, I'm talkin' about the skin!

It all started with a little fun all-natural detergent from Trader Joes. Really, I am not quite sure what I was thinking. Purchasing a botanical item to basically soak fabric which has physical contact with me all day long?! Note: when you are allergic to a vast quantity of “botanicals” approach with the upmost care. It only took me about 10 days to three weeks to discover the source of the irritant. Nothing makes a girl feel sexier than red itchy skin!

Well, once irritated, the litany of annoyance carried through the majority of the summer when I decided to attempt a massive detox using the “Clean Program” (of Gwyneth Paltrow fame). I say “attempt” because an ill-timed visit to New York City and an overall lack of will power totally screwed it up at around day 14 of 21.

This DID however help clear up some of the madness as did the following:

A visit to the Immunologist for food testing…
Allergic to: barley, shrimp, barley malt
A visit to the Gastroenterologist for an esophageal endoscopy and biopsy…
An affirmative diagnoses of Eosinophilic Esophagitis
(an allergic inflammatory condition in the esophagus, yeah)
Another visit to the Immunologist for MORE food testing (this time on my back!) …
Allergic to: peanuts (and pretty much every other nut in existence except almonds and walnuts, green olives, rye, yeast, flounder, pork, tomatoes, potatoes, mollusks, eggs (again?!), etc. etc.

Is this confirmation that I may indeed be an otherworldly being?

So, for all the jokes about living in a bubble (good God, if you only knew how much I wish that was possible) and donating my body to science…

I am donating my body to the National Institute of Health.

Love,

Merlikethesea

Ovulating Urges? Find Jesus.

Total Shetbag

201st POST biatches. Fill yer boots.

M: Could life be more boring than sitting in a cubicle all day with no engagement whatsoever?

Like this heavy glaze has been put on your synapses

Nothing is firing through the paper mache masking your mind

Surriously. I am soooo bored.

C: my knee hurts. i am not bored but busy!
here, if you are bored look at these: (removed by poster)

you can search by tags, it's stuff i've bookmarked to read later.

M: Go to : http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/go_fug_yourself/2008/12/fugrit.html

C: I kinda hate ScarJ's tatt. O i got the 14th off. PARTY ON.

M: Party On Wayne!
We should dress up like wayne and garth on the 14th...maybe bevis and butthead, but our hairs are too long now. Laterz.

M: I am in such a crass mood. Being a woman is a terrible thing sometimes. I want to sew my mouth shut and sleep for three days.

C: (i just j.i.m.p.)

M: Niiice ice baby.

C: do you have teh crampz?is it the women's times?

M: Yes. My inner dragon is breathing fire too. Plus I'm real h0rn3y. like I want to have $3x and then bite someones head off.

C: http://blogs.herald.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/05/30/praying_mantis.jpg

M: That’s me. or maybe her… (Ukraine's Prime Minister Yulia Tymoshenko)

True Lyaf: mer should donate her body to science

So today a friend suggested that i blog about my health, so here i go…

My way of dealing with the strange illnesses that befall me is to talk about them…mostly because they are strange to the point of even confounding medical practitioners. But also, they are generally really good fodder for making fun of myself.

Yesterday, I was told that I’ll need to have a third surgery in less than a year pretty soon. Wait no, I don’t want to talk about that right now…let’s take it back a bit.

For some f*ng reason, out of nowhere (this January or so) I started developing pain which envelops my entire body. Turns out it's this awesome neurological condition called Fibromyalgia. Waking up in the morning was like escaping a cocoon, a real $h*t @$$ cocoon. It felt like I needed to peel my body open, limb by limb, finger by finger until I was an upright, fully evolved/anatomically correct human being. I am sure the resulting person resembled nothing of a butterfly, but rather a big whiney wreck of a girl.

Sometimes this process took over 30 minutes, just to get out of bed. Often, I couldn’t walk, so I would drag myself across the floor on my forearms like a frustrated baby trying to get at some primary colored toy. {I can say that definitively, as I recently watched my nephew with fascination as he attempted this feat} Only I mostly just had to get to the loo with the same sense of desperation and determination before I peed my pants. I never actually thought I was going to pee my pants, yes I did, no I didn’t. What?

Ironically enough, it was my sweet boyfriend who made me get out of bed each morning, and without him, I’d probably be homeless by now. Seriously…homeless, writhing around on my belly, drunk as hell.

That boy must love me.

Why I Eyes Ya.

This is my favorite thing of the last few months. My life is pretty exciting.



Love, Claire

BEWARE: rat squirrelz in our nation's capital

so, on my coffee break today, a colleague and I were discussing

the possibility that the rats and squirrels in dc had cross-bred

and were producing these hidious rat-like squirrels.

the first time i spotted this bottle brush, slinking creature i was literally horrified. i mean, these creepazoids don't even hop, they CRAWL

Bob suggested we call it a "squat", which is quite appropriate,

however when you mix their Spanish names you get "ratardilla"

which aptly describes this entire thought process...

then i found out this $h*t is real

and suspect some Laotian Rock Rat smuggling operation,

which honestly, would make me feel much better about it somehow.

someone needs a vacation (to iOwa)

maybe some meditation?

Philosopher Phriday: Vol. XVI [Holy Crap Edition]

Dear Philosopher,

The economy is in the sh*tt3r, we’ve a lame duck in the oval office, and people are needlessly dying of hunger, disease, and war. i live in the center of the free world and am constantly reminded of all of this, mostly from loud mouthed young professionals. i totally care and stuff, but mostly i just want to listen to tunes, ride my bike and take the world in through my eyes like a tall drink of water. Does this mean i am shallow and a non-productive member of society? Is it possible that maybe positive energy can spark a light in all you see?

Aura Reflection/ Stable Economy

Dear ARSE:
…It is called the rebellion of the masses. In order to understand this formidable fact, it is important from the start to avoid giving to the words “rebellion,” “masses,” and “social power” a meaning exclusively or primarily political. Public life is not solely political, but equally, and even primarily, intellectual, moral, economic, religious; it comprises all our collective habits, including our fashions both of dress and of amusement.

Perhaps the best line of approach to this historical phenomenon may be found by turning our attention to a visual experience stressing one aspect of our epoch which is plain to our very eyes.

anger management issues

Philosopher Phriday: Volume XV- Tuesday Political Edition (IT'S FI_ICK*NG BACK)

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MER?!

Mer and I have been busy! Our last post was over 2 months ago!?! Say it ain't so!!! Anyway, life is good. She has a great boyfriend and moved to a big city and got a new job! I just got a new job, but it is so flipping sweet I don't even know what to say about it, other than it's on teh interwebs and it is NOT pr0n and it is teh awesome!!! Lolz.

Miss yoooooooooou!


xoxoxoxox

Claire [de Mer de Clair(e)]