Sunday, November 8, 2009
Duh
I haven't posted since June, and lots has happened since then. However, I don't think I'm going to be posting on this anymore. I'm not sure if Yellow Kettle really exists anymore. We'll see.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
On June 2, 2009, I'm in a mood.
I miss my family.
Today I watched a television show that I used to watch with my parents. It was the series finale, and at the end it goes four years into the future. At this point the main character has passed away, leaving behind his friends, his brother, his wife, and his three or four-year-old son. This made me very sad. I know it's just some ridiculous show, but I was saddened that this person, such a likable character, would not be able to see his son grow up. He won't be able to grow old with his wife. And I guess this is what makes me miss my family even more today.
My granddad did see his children grow up; he saw their children grow up, and he grew old with my grandma. But I guess that doesn't make it any easier. Today is my first June 2nd without my granddad. I keep thinking that everyday that he isn't here. Tomorrow will be my first June 3rd without him, and the days will keep adding up.
I'm in a mood, and it's making me think about what it is that I want. I'm realizing that it's a lot simpler than I thought.
Today I watched a television show that I used to watch with my parents. It was the series finale, and at the end it goes four years into the future. At this point the main character has passed away, leaving behind his friends, his brother, his wife, and his three or four-year-old son. This made me very sad. I know it's just some ridiculous show, but I was saddened that this person, such a likable character, would not be able to see his son grow up. He won't be able to grow old with his wife. And I guess this is what makes me miss my family even more today.
My granddad did see his children grow up; he saw their children grow up, and he grew old with my grandma. But I guess that doesn't make it any easier. Today is my first June 2nd without my granddad. I keep thinking that everyday that he isn't here. Tomorrow will be my first June 3rd without him, and the days will keep adding up.
I'm in a mood, and it's making me think about what it is that I want. I'm realizing that it's a lot simpler than I thought.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Dear Diary
I've neglected this a bit lately, but does it matter? Who the hell reads this, anyway? Here's a little update for stalkers and friends. Finals are almost over. I just need to finish my twelve page paper for immigrant literature on how religious faith and assimilation are related. I've been writing songs for a band that I'm in with two of my homies. They're funny. And gross. I like writing about gross things. The other day I wrote a poem about Anne Hathaway. She's not gross. Sometimes I like writing about things that aren't gross. But I saw an interview where she said this thing about how her ex-boyfriend wanted to throw out the dried flowers, but she thought they were beautiful. And that's when she realized they wanted different things. I really liked that epiphany from dead flowers. So I guess it's not really about her, just based on this heartbreakingly romantic thing that she said. Hmmm I'll post more of my poetry later. What else? Oh, I've been interning at Gallery 5. It is really dope and I like it a lot. I work in the store, and get new sellers to sign contracts with us to sell their merchandise. I also make stuff and sell it there in the store. It's called GallowLily's. There's a really cool story behind the name. Perhaps I'll tell it one day, when I have all the facts straight. For anyone who doesn't know, Gallery 5 is the second oldest firehouse in the country. Now it's a gallery and performance space. Upstairs is the store, and that's also where the gallows are located. There used to be jail cells up there, too. At some point, I think during the civil war, it became a police station, and then went back to being a firestation. There's a big steamer downstairs. It's cool. You should stop by and check it out. My grandma is coming home soon from the Philippines, and I am super stoked. She's been gone a long time, and I miss her a lot. I miss a lot of things a lot. I might go to Florida in a few weeks, and then to New York next month. We'll see. Plans always change. You don't make any cents, but I don't want your money. Paper cuts. Edits. Get it? Yeah. I knew you would.
Suck it with love,
Kimberly
Suck it with love,
Kimberly
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Ready, Set, Go!
The Not-Sow-Secret Garden Harvest is now on sale at www.theeggplantgarden.bigcartel.com! This will be available for about a month. After that, another harvest will be on sale.
Happy Harvesting!
Happy Harvesting!
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Slowly But Surely
Just had some pictures taken of the first harvest! Wanna model some pieces or interested in taking some pictures? Email us at TheEggplantGarden@gmail.com. The first "harvest" to be featured in the store will be The Not-Sow-Secret Garden. Check the shoppe soon!
Happy Harvesting!
Happy Harvesting!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Saturday, February 28, 2009
What's in a mother fucking name?
Blah, blah, blog.
Yesterday I made a loom - I got the directions from a Threadbanger tutorial by Bobbiclothes. With this loom, I made a scarf and wore it all day yesterday. It's my new favorite scarf. I think I'll wear it today. Actually, I know I will, because it's wrapped around my neck right now.
Suck it with <3,
Kimberly
Yesterday I made a loom - I got the directions from a Threadbanger tutorial by Bobbiclothes. With this loom, I made a scarf and wore it all day yesterday. It's my new favorite scarf. I think I'll wear it today. Actually, I know I will, because it's wrapped around my neck right now.
Suck it with <3,
Kimberly
Saturday, February 21, 2009
I Don't Want to Talk to Anyone But You
In the past couple of weeks I've seen elderly men who, from a distance, resembled my granddad. Today I went to visit his grave. They finally put the plaque in. I saw his name, engraved, the Sacred Heart and Blessed Virgin on opposite sides. And for some reason, this made me cry.
Before, his name was in removable rubber letters on a silver name plate with the name of the funeral home on top. It was small and temporary. This was it. This is it. I guess there was, and maybe even is, a little part of me that think this is all just a joke. Or a test. Like the next time I visit his grave, his name won't be there. Instead it'll read CONGRATULATIONS. Then someone in a black suit and dark sunglasses will approach me and tell me that I've passed. I am now emotionally ready to work for a secret agency as a spy. After this, they'll tell me to go to my grandparents house, where my granddad will be sitting in his chair, watching tv.
He's the one person I want to talk to right now, and I can't.
I hate everyone a little bit today. Even when I runaway, I can't get away.
Before, his name was in removable rubber letters on a silver name plate with the name of the funeral home on top. It was small and temporary. This was it. This is it. I guess there was, and maybe even is, a little part of me that think this is all just a joke. Or a test. Like the next time I visit his grave, his name won't be there. Instead it'll read CONGRATULATIONS. Then someone in a black suit and dark sunglasses will approach me and tell me that I've passed. I am now emotionally ready to work for a secret agency as a spy. After this, they'll tell me to go to my grandparents house, where my granddad will be sitting in his chair, watching tv.
He's the one person I want to talk to right now, and I can't.
I hate everyone a little bit today. Even when I runaway, I can't get away.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
I Really Like Making Pastry Pasties, Ya'll
Well, I mean I guess I do. I made mine to look like whip cream with a cherry on top; although some people referred to my boobs in the pasties as cupcakes. Either way, I was very happy with the way they turned out. Let me rewind and start from the beginning, or at least close to it. Actually I won't start there. I'll just start with last night. Okay. Here, wait, not yet, all right, now.
Last night was the best Valentine's Day of my entire life. Seriously, no question. I didn't have a "valentine" or anything fucking aCUTEly lame like that. Nope, last night was not amazing because I had that one special person by my side. It was wonderful because there were a bunch of special people! On February 14, 2009, I danced in my first burlesque show, The Death Match of Love at Gallery 5 in Richmond, Virginia with the Modern Burlesque Brigade.
My burlesque name is Yellow Kettle, which is also the name of my crafts and jewelry stuff. I did my piece as a cooking show, to the song "All Blues" by Miles Davis. The band picked it out for me, and I was really pleased with it. It involved confetti, condoms, a fake cake, and the pasties mentioned above. Oh, and lots of licking. The premise was that I was doing the recipe, and it was a little off so I do another recipe, and that one tells me to remove my clothes, so I mix in my robe, hat, apron and garter. Before that I "accidentally" put in too much of an ingredient, and I grab some condoms and confetti from the bowl and throw it to the audience. That was a good moment for everyone, I think. Finally when my cake is ready, I smell it, and the aroma of the fresh baked love moves me to take off my dress. I rip open the snaps, except for one, turn around and remove the dress completely. I grab the cake, hiding the pasties turn around, and show the audience what we have made together. Then I go center stage and raise the cake to reveal my pasties. After that I touch my finger to the "whip cream" and give it a lick. I wink, and peace out. Hopefully a video will surface and some pictures too, and I can put them up here for all my loyal readers (me and maybe one other person) to indulge in.
I also did the introduction to the intermission. That was basically me, in a huge trench coat, with two pieces of cardboard - one (to cover my two pieces up top) read INTERMISSION and the other (to cover my lady cave) read 10 MINUTES. I came out, looked really creepy at the audience for a good long while. Then at the peek of awkward, when even I could no longer handle it, I flung open the trench and revealed the sign. Some dude ran up with his camera phone, which was kind of even more awkward.
That was hands down the best time I have ever had on stage. It was also the first time I practiced with the band. S o I really owe them a lot. Everyone was wonderful to work with, and I'm really glad I was able to be apart of it. Thanks to anyone who reads this and came out last night.
Suck it with <3,
Yellow Kettle
Last night was the best Valentine's Day of my entire life. Seriously, no question. I didn't have a "valentine" or anything fucking aCUTEly lame like that. Nope, last night was not amazing because I had that one special person by my side. It was wonderful because there were a bunch of special people! On February 14, 2009, I danced in my first burlesque show, The Death Match of Love at Gallery 5 in Richmond, Virginia with the Modern Burlesque Brigade.
My burlesque name is Yellow Kettle, which is also the name of my crafts and jewelry stuff. I did my piece as a cooking show, to the song "All Blues" by Miles Davis. The band picked it out for me, and I was really pleased with it. It involved confetti, condoms, a fake cake, and the pasties mentioned above. Oh, and lots of licking. The premise was that I was doing the recipe, and it was a little off so I do another recipe, and that one tells me to remove my clothes, so I mix in my robe, hat, apron and garter. Before that I "accidentally" put in too much of an ingredient, and I grab some condoms and confetti from the bowl and throw it to the audience. That was a good moment for everyone, I think. Finally when my cake is ready, I smell it, and the aroma of the fresh baked love moves me to take off my dress. I rip open the snaps, except for one, turn around and remove the dress completely. I grab the cake, hiding the pasties turn around, and show the audience what we have made together. Then I go center stage and raise the cake to reveal my pasties. After that I touch my finger to the "whip cream" and give it a lick. I wink, and peace out. Hopefully a video will surface and some pictures too, and I can put them up here for all my loyal readers (me and maybe one other person) to indulge in.
I also did the introduction to the intermission. That was basically me, in a huge trench coat, with two pieces of cardboard - one (to cover my two pieces up top) read INTERMISSION and the other (to cover my lady cave) read 10 MINUTES. I came out, looked really creepy at the audience for a good long while. Then at the peek of awkward, when even I could no longer handle it, I flung open the trench and revealed the sign. Some dude ran up with his camera phone, which was kind of even more awkward.
That was hands down the best time I have ever had on stage. It was also the first time I practiced with the band. S o I really owe them a lot. Everyone was wonderful to work with, and I'm really glad I was able to be apart of it. Thanks to anyone who reads this and came out last night.
Suck it with <3,
Yellow Kettle
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Car Pool Tunnel Syndrome
On the one day when I actually need a car in this tiny city, it decides not to start. Great, so now I have to ride my bike in this fuck nasty weather, manage to look unaffected by the disgustingness that mother nature put out this morning and meet with some folks to discuss a few possibilities. I wanted to look cute for this meeting, but now I'm not so sure that's an option. Seriously, I have too much work to do for tomorrow, and I'm out of my favorite treats (that I still feel kind weird in the brains from) - this couldn't happen, oh say .. . .any other time except today? AND this morning I slipped down the stairs and skinned my elbow. Today is not a very good day. I hate driving in tunnels, too. Thank goodness I don't have to do that right now!
Suck it hard w/<3,
Kim
p.s. If I would have known today was going to suck I would have saved the treats for later! Hey universe, go fuck yourself.
Suck it hard w/<3,
Kim
p.s. If I would have known today was going to suck I would have saved the treats for later! Hey universe, go fuck yourself.
Monday, January 26, 2009
21 WAS OH SO FUN
I guess I should have done this a while ago. Whatever. Who's even reading this shit? Yeah, that's what I thought. These events took place from January 16th to January 17th.
SOoooo the house show was too legit to quit. Unfortunately the house got trashed, so my roomies decided to cancel the second show scheduled for Saturday. Of course I wanted it to go on because I was in rage fest mode so hard! But I respect the decision of my roomies, and I was clearly outnumbered, so putting up a fight really wasn't worth it. I accepted my defeat. I've never had so much fun getting crazy and moshing and fucking shit up hard. Perhaps it's because I was in the comfort of my own home. I don't know.
There was a moment when beer was spilling everywhere. Shortly thereafter, I got elbowed in the nose. I couldn't tell if the liquid on my face was beer or blood. Epic. It was beer. And it got in my eyes. Not so good for contacts. Ouch.
A very kind fellow put me in the air, and I embarked on my first crowd surfing trip ever! I safely landed on my feet thanks to the wonderful and beautiful people beneath me.
The music was rad. Except for one set, which I could have done without. And I'm pretty sure most everyone else agrees. They weren't bad necessarily, just mildly annoying. I feel like that's what they were going for though, so mission accomplished.
My best friend since forever baked me a cake. I devoured it, sharing only bits and pieces because deep down inside I ain't nothin' but a fattie!
I got to meet some wonderful people and hang out more with people I didn't know too well. I was very grateful for the hang seshes because everyone was absolutely darling! And I was uber glad that some of my best friends who live not so close to me anymore could take part in the momentous occasion that was my 21st birthday.
Hmm what am I forgetting?
OH! My first alcoholic purchase: Southern Comfort.
Ummm.... the next day I went to see Notorious with some pals. I was falling asleep until the scene where Biggie and Lil Kim are fucking. The tits flying around really woke me up.
Okay, back to The Country of the Pointed Firs by Sarah Orne Jewett. A prime example of regional and social realism, apparently.
Suck it with <3,
Kimberly
SOoooo the house show was too legit to quit. Unfortunately the house got trashed, so my roomies decided to cancel the second show scheduled for Saturday. Of course I wanted it to go on because I was in rage fest mode so hard! But I respect the decision of my roomies, and I was clearly outnumbered, so putting up a fight really wasn't worth it. I accepted my defeat. I've never had so much fun getting crazy and moshing and fucking shit up hard. Perhaps it's because I was in the comfort of my own home. I don't know.
There was a moment when beer was spilling everywhere. Shortly thereafter, I got elbowed in the nose. I couldn't tell if the liquid on my face was beer or blood. Epic. It was beer. And it got in my eyes. Not so good for contacts. Ouch.
A very kind fellow put me in the air, and I embarked on my first crowd surfing trip ever! I safely landed on my feet thanks to the wonderful and beautiful people beneath me.
The music was rad. Except for one set, which I could have done without. And I'm pretty sure most everyone else agrees. They weren't bad necessarily, just mildly annoying. I feel like that's what they were going for though, so mission accomplished.
My best friend since forever baked me a cake. I devoured it, sharing only bits and pieces because deep down inside I ain't nothin' but a fattie!
I got to meet some wonderful people and hang out more with people I didn't know too well. I was very grateful for the hang seshes because everyone was absolutely darling! And I was uber glad that some of my best friends who live not so close to me anymore could take part in the momentous occasion that was my 21st birthday.
Hmm what am I forgetting?
OH! My first alcoholic purchase: Southern Comfort.
Ummm.... the next day I went to see Notorious with some pals. I was falling asleep until the scene where Biggie and Lil Kim are fucking. The tits flying around really woke me up.
Okay, back to The Country of the Pointed Firs by Sarah Orne Jewett. A prime example of regional and social realism, apparently.
Suck it with <3,
Kimberly
Monday, January 12, 2009
BEST WEEK EVER!!!
I went to a burlesque audition tonight, and it was a lot of fun!!!! Yay!!
I turn 21 on Friday! There's going to be a house show at my house with some really fantastic bands playing! I'M SO STOKED! Ahhhh! I love my friends!!!! Going to be in Richmond and want to see some swell bands and get down? Well let me know!! If you don't seem like a stalker, I'll tell ya where the party's at!!
If you don't come, you should click these and enjoy:
broccoli destroyer
michael jordan
lessons
There's another band, grocery thief, but I don't think they have a site yet.
Okay, I must depart to continue a hang sesh with my pals. I've been staring at this screen for too long now. Pieces.
Suck it with <3,
Kim
I turn 21 on Friday! There's going to be a house show at my house with some really fantastic bands playing! I'M SO STOKED! Ahhhh! I love my friends!!!! Going to be in Richmond and want to see some swell bands and get down? Well let me know!! If you don't seem like a stalker, I'll tell ya where the party's at!!
If you don't come, you should click these and enjoy:
broccoli destroyer
michael jordan
lessons
There's another band, grocery thief, but I don't think they have a site yet.
Okay, I must depart to continue a hang sesh with my pals. I've been staring at this screen for too long now. Pieces.
Suck it with <3,
Kim
Thursday, January 8, 2009
yo-ga-wd
A couple of days ago my grandmother informed me that people who do yoga are crazy. I told her I used to do yoga three times a week, and she looked at me with ill regard and disbelief. She thinks it's sinning.
Today, my best friend told me that her niece, a four-year-old who does yoga at her pre-school, said she was getting fat.
Perhaps people who do yoga are crazy. Or maybe it's just the babies who are crazy. I should consult my new baby book. When I have kids should I expect to have a bunch of crazies running around, worrying about their baby fat when they're still babies? I guess I'll consult the book before I get too worried about this. I wonder if there's a chapter about how to adjust to the expansion of the now gaping hole/vagina, if you could still call it that, between a new mother's legs. I think that scares me more than raising a child. Am I crazy?
Today, my best friend told me that her niece, a four-year-old who does yoga at her pre-school, said she was getting fat.
Perhaps people who do yoga are crazy. Or maybe it's just the babies who are crazy. I should consult my new baby book. When I have kids should I expect to have a bunch of crazies running around, worrying about their baby fat when they're still babies? I guess I'll consult the book before I get too worried about this. I wonder if there's a chapter about how to adjust to the expansion of the now gaping hole/vagina, if you could still call it that, between a new mother's legs. I think that scares me more than raising a child. Am I crazy?
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