Victoria Lucas

A Sick Parrot in London

2005-11-11T19:59:16Z

Marjane Satrapi has an illustrated NYT web journal - there's a RSS XML code at the bottom of the page to insert the feed into your livejournal friends page. I love her work - clear & amusing prose that explains volatile current events, no (not much) previous knowledge needed.

moonlighttea @ 2005-05-09T15:24:00

2005-05-09T19:26:06Z

Harry Potter & Thanksgiving, Narnia for Christmas!

I am really rather excited!

what i forgot to say...

2005-05-04T05:04:59Z

...is that my manfriend & i moved his stuff into his half of Our new apartment this weekend! and the Junk store had the most plush, silvery & soft sofa for sale for $200, and the SOLD sign was hidden beneath a pillow, so for a moment i had dreams of a luxurious plush living room complete with pate & cocktails at 7 & sex kittens games after dark. but someone else already bought the sofa, so we have made do with the aforementioned futon. i haven't seen it yet, but forbes likes how it goes with the gritty brick city apartment thing.

i am also in the market for the following used items: nintendo gamecube & mario kart, zelda and luigi's mansion games; shower curtain; towel rack; five quart soup pot; bed frame; new shoes with kitten heels; teakettle; A Great & Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray; little house on the prairie dvds; buffy & angel dvds; the office dvds; sewing machine; large mirror; silverware; long & narrow kitchen table; subscription to the new yorker. that's all i think.

moonlighttea @ 2005-05-02T14:00:00

2005-05-02T21:26:10Z

Somedays I crave sugar so badly, like a lot of sugar. I know that a small amount will not satisfy me, and a lot will give me diabetes. Some days I indulge anyway, but other days I just sit at my desk eating baby carrots while reading blogs about birthday cake, pink frosted cookies & cup cakes. Once I spent a full fifteen minutes tempting myself with the idea of ordering a box of my favorite British candy bar online. And then I listen to the NPR story about why I am biologically hardwired to crave sugar.

Other exciting distractions of today include:

Nancy Drew the Graphic Novel! Wow, the girls have been totally manga-fied - Bess is given total booty while George looks like a Blue Monday character.

KingPod! Angry Chicken!

i love these quilted art pieces. quilting is on my list of things to learn one day. maybe i should move home & have my gram teach me.

Letter from mom with a coupon for free victoria's secret far too revealing angel underwear.

Shopping around online for furnishings for the upcoming Brooklyn home. Yesterday we got Forbes a futon to sleep on from the craigslist world & a silver toaster from a lady on the street. Now I need to find things like a medicine cabinet, a long & narrow kitchen table, a large cooking pot, a coffee maker etc etc. So here I am, a domestic enthusiast. Strange.

I have a digital camera. Sometimes I take photos of myself with critters.

2005-04-08T19:06:46Z

he's a lion!

i laughed till coffee came out my nostrils

2005-04-08T14:17:44Z

Patriotic Power Ballad Music Video! See it to believe it!

This new American Rock Anthem fills you full of hope and comforts you with a spiritual message from our Loved Ones that they're still with us, but in a different way. Have faith and believe and they will always be with us.

from warrenjabali

moonlighttea @ 2005-04-05T15:46:00

2005-04-05T20:11:02Z

Last fall I ordered a chapbook written by my favorite contemporary poet, Louise Gluck. It is called October and was to be a birthday present for myself. The chapbook never arrived and I was never charged for it. With the darkening of the night and the stagnant greyness of the days, I forgot all about finding it elsewhere.

The winter passage was survived, and the rain arrived to scrub the ground clean of dry grasses. The sun blossoms trees, and we remember the feeling that is yearly forgotten about the beauty of awakening life, the feeling of hope running through your blood and lining the pit of your stomach.

And today the thin black chapbook lined with one stark poem has unexpectedly arrived. October arrived in April. And I really would like to open its pages, and read what I once needed so desperately. But I must put her away for half a year, halfway round the circle we will be & by then I will be ready for its fearful grace.

please just ignore me

2005-04-04T18:41:55Z

why do i owe the government three hundred dollars? why do i continuously feel so financially depressed? i am an indentured servant who will never get to ride a car down the coast of california.

Oliver Stone gives bjork the whole earth mother jim morrisson put upon child treatment

2005-04-01T14:50:17Z

danny devito will immortalize lars von trier in a brand new way. i'm thinking he could play the cheese danish director as a splicing of de vito roles from matilda & throw momma from the train.
http://www.bjork.com/grapewire/?id=520;year=2005

eeeep!

2005-03-31T17:39:54Z

meowmeow, i'm so sleepy

more dog in sugary costume photos here and here

moonlighttea @ 2005-03-30T16:30:00

2005-03-30T21:28:45Z

I know its spring and beautiful and optimistic and lively outside, but right now I am inside and impatient. Do you know that I had a dentist appointment at 7 am this morning? While the dashing dentist was drilling away bits of tooth, I asked myself over and over, 'What will I be doing exactly three months from now?' 7:45am, June in Brooklyn. A new home, waking up in a bedroom (I imagine to be sunny) next to a restless boy, brick wall, fire escape out the window. Will Morrissey cat be happy, will he be lying on my face, sucking my ear, chomping my ankle as a breakfast wakeup call? It will be a new world to live in, new neighbors, new people to see day in and day out. Will a library hire me? Its all so close and so uncertain. I cannot really imagine leaving DC, I cannot really see that I've kind of grown up in this town.

There is so much love here, so many people I wish I could live next door to forever.

moonlighttea @ 2005-03-28T02:00:00

2005-03-28T07:32:46Z

One of the advantages to working for a religious organization is that they will give you two paid holidays for Easter - one for Good Friday & one on Holy Monday. As I am an agnostic, these lovely days generally are not filled up with church and prayers and thinking about the torture and pain of Jesus (which is what I thought about at Eastertime back in the age of childhood). As the loverboy lives in a big city 250 miles away from me, I had been looking forward to an extended visit - four days of gooey romantic bliss & the occasional endearing spat. Our usual two and a half day weekend twice a month is never enough!

Here comes too much information.
I was going to take the 9am bus out of Chinatown DC to Chinatown NYC, but gah! 7am woke me up with radio and headache. A bad headache. Was it a hangover? I only had one beer and one vodka cranberry thing the night before with Alex. Was it a migraine? Oooof , then came the naseau. Then I slept. Then I ate raisin bran with milk. Then came the bran vomit. And more vomit. And sleep. And I tried to get up to pack to make the 1pm bus, then the 2, and then the 4 and the 5. Gather the strength to pack a sweater, then lie on the floor. Find the dress at the back of the closet, then lie on the floor. Gah. I somehow made it on the 7pm bus, and upon arrival in Brooklyn, Mr Love fed me jello from The Pea & the Pickle. And then we saw a violent jello vomit.

So my Excellent four day holiday was marred for two days with a stomach virus! Not fair. I suppose I'm being punished for trying to take my paid religious holiday to imbibe in immoral behaviors. And now after just one day of a my own clear head and calm tummy, Mr Love seems to have captured my virus. Yes, he had to run out of the new Woody Allen movie right before the tragic finale to upchuck coffee, cheese & crackers in the mens. He is now hiding asleep beneath the blanket.

Despite the rough moments, we managed to get in some apartment hunting for my impending move to the NYC in June. And we found something! In Williamsburg, so close to the best busted_kneecap. And the apartment is not too small, is pretty with brick walls and a bright paint job. It's close to subways & coffees & books & the park. I'm relieved and so excited and nervous but mostly happy. And I will get to follow the crowd to library school in the fall which I'm pretty certain I'd always expected to do since the days of young book reading.

Now I am going to start my new book and then climb into bed. Sleep tight bed bugs.

moonlighttea @ 2005-03-10T11:43:00

2005-03-10T17:52:00Z

Bitch Magazine Auction House Bid on a tarot reading by Michelle Tea, original art by Lynda Barry, a signed Gorilla Girls poster, a homecooked meal and so much more!

a homely (wal)nut

2005-03-07T19:49:46Z

I am looking for a column written by Dave Eggers in the June 04 issue of Spin Magazine about his love for Joanna Newsom. Does anyone have it lying around, maybe under their couch? I love Joanna Newsom & I love Dave Eggers for making the point about which strange female artists we accept and love - the beautiful ones!

Here is a quote:

I have no idea what she looks like, and I'm wishing I never find out. I hope she's not pretty. Aren't we all tired of the most distinctive female voices, like Lisa Germano's or Hope Sandoval's, being attached to beautiful faces, implying that quirkiness is acceptable only if the face emitting the sounds is pleasant to look at, or worse, that only attractive people have the courage to sing? Wouldn't it be nice if a woman could become popular with a face that could melt cheese? If Joanna Newsom knows what's good for her, she should be covered in boils.

He fantasized about her being a homely nut -- she's painfully thin, and wears cracked glasses; she can't get them fixed, and why? Because she spends all day singing like a crazy person, that's why!

listen to this fresh air interview if you can - long & worthwhile

2005-02-17T18:19:13Z

taken from the bookslut blog
"Lynne Cheney Terry Gross SMACKDOWN! I'm sure Ms. Cheney just wanted to talk about her children's books, but instead Ms. Gross pushed her on children being taught "intelligent design," gay rights, and whether Cheney is advocating for a sugar coating of American history. (The most unintentionally funny moment is when Cheney declares first wave feminism was "a breath of fresh air." The whole fight for real equal rights, however, didn't really do much for her.) It's just too bad that there was no performance from Sisters."

Care for a spot of tea, dear?

2005-02-09T22:12:43Z

'...knitted wellington boots, knitted pot plants, a knitted sink, knitted stove, knitted vegemite jars...'

Its funny - the resurgence of knitting all the articles are titled Knitting! The New Yoga! & say that its not just for Grannies anymore! But these Australian grannies made a whole room of 1950s life out of knitted & crocheted yarn... so much cooler than the endless scarves and squares I pump out. Goodbye Lenin, indeed.

Look Book!

2004-12-14T21:54:17Z

This is my favorite thing right now.

HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR LOOK?
I guess you would call it fussy. I was brought up in that era of suits and dresses with coats, and that is the way I continue to dress. I have a drawer, and I bet I have 50 pairs of gloves in it. All kinds, from the wrist to above the elbow.

moonlighttea @ 2004-12-14T10:52:00

2004-12-14T15:57:04Z

!!!Teaser trailer!!!! Johnny Depp in technicolor Charlie & the Chocolate Factory adaptation! Chipmunk singing, supermod brightwhite bug eye sunglasses, a Monkees-esque stage performance of kiddy rock&rollers, Augustus in red&white stripes and so on & so forth.

advanced bathing technology

2004-11-19T21:35:54Z

I need a twenty dollar bath.
Fluffy jelly retains heat four times longer than water!

staving off despair

2004-11-05T16:20:46Z

proof that a thing that once scared you can one day be seen in a new light

photo borrowed from mia hansen's blog

Today & three years ago

2004-10-20T17:43:54Z

The sky outside was a dull gray. Waves of clouds were being pushed around by the wind with amazing force. In this world there is no place for sadness. No place. Not one. Kitchen by Banana Yoshimoto

Posted on October 15, 2001.
It's almost six and the sky is turning the silvergray of autumn dawn, a damp cool gray that I like because a gray day doesn't make demands. glimmer by annie waters

moonlighttea @ 2004-09-23T14:11:00

2004-09-23T18:08:02Z

champagne shot

send me a postcard

2004-09-22T19:11:21Z

journal haiku, part two

things i worry about these days:

rats in the walls?
he wakes me up at 6am every day with this horrifying gnawing sound. he ate a loaf of bread, a bag of cat food and enjoyed a dessert of an apple core found inside a closed trash bag. when i called our contact at the real estate agency, she made this weird guffaw noise and claimed that an exterminator would do nothing more than put down glue traps. i know my rent is cheap cheap cheap due to us tenants demanding NOTHING from the landlord, but RATS? i should not have to wake up to whiskers and nasty little teeth making crumbs of a loaf of bread.

being turned out onto the street by the ubercheap house with the sinking foundation being sold
where to go? i have options - if i decide to move to nyc in january, the boyfriend's grandmother has offered to let me stay in her house for two months. i have a friend who owns a house with an upcoming vacancy or i could find a place with my catlady roommate. but how do i make such a decision? the main choice is whether to leave dc in january or in june. and library school in nyc? at (the supposedly crappy) queens college? the only grad school i will be accepted probably though.
june seems too far away, january seems too close. many flow charts sit under my desk detailing each of these decisions - but none tell me how to decide. egad.

learning about long distance relationships. and how to stop the codependent cycle!

will i find coverage for my saturday night shift at the video store?
so that i do not have to really stop the codepedent cycle just yet. also, i crave a good cup of 75 cent coffee along the east river.

will the remaining bruised yarn be enough to finish this scarf??

moonlighttea @ 2004-09-22T14:49:00

2004-09-22T18:48:56Z

a plague of artists

thanks to lauren mccubbin, who in turn thanks Fraction

moonlighttea @ 2004-08-19T15:30:00

2004-08-19T21:17:21Z

..working in the summertime.. i can feel my brain leaking out my ears, my pores, through these heels. i can barely get the strength together to walk up the hill from union station.

all i can think of is this hope to get an invitation from forbes's grandmother to stay in her luxurious logan circle Victorian brownstone. staying there = air conditioned room with an amazing mattress, cable television and a jacuzzi bathtub in the master bathroom.

seriously, i am losing all spunk and drifting into the mundane. i think i have mono.

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