Kaotic Chic

Say it with me...

As we all know by now - I love lists. Especially, if they walk the fine line between serial killer notebooks scribblings and cryptic ransom notes. When I was cleaning the house last week, I found a little pad of yellow paper (the kind of pads we used at Foley - not the kind we used at Lowndes). I realize that I have always written out these lists - lists of books, lists of DVDs, lists of cities, lists of gangsters, lists of Star Wars characters, lists of songs...
This list is entitled, "Words I Love"
Milquetoast
hippodrome
zeitgeist
hubris
sotto voce
atavism
hegemony
cuckold
bon mot
kitsch
For reasons that must have seemed terribly important to me at the time, I wrote out the definition to each of these words as well. I wish simple boredom at work could explain why this was vital. I have dozens of notebooks and scrap paper filled with stuff like this.

Sarah would be terrified...

A...flock of birds...Jesus, there must be a hundred of them...have descended onto the tree outside the window. There are more birds than leaves at this point...and they must be in the middle of some sort of political debate -- they're loud.

Saint Valentine...

(random Google search - various sites - no facts checked for validity)

--- At least 3 different Saint Valentines are mentioned in the early martyrologies (their word not mine but I could easily add this to my list of words I love) under the date of February 14th.

--- Started in the Roman Empire, February 14th was originally a holdiday to honor Juno.

--- "Only Capone kills like that." said Bugs Moran after learning that seven of his men had been killed in a warehouse on Clark Street.

Only happy when it rains...

1) Cloudy or sunny?

Cloudy. Today is great. Seattle, London. I would get along fine with rain. It might even make me appreciate the occasional hot, blistering day.

2) Wheat or white?

Wheat.

3) Center of the room or near the walls?

Depends on the situation. Even when I'm near the walls, I want to be in the center of the room. And when I am the center I don't feel like I should be there - that's the dichotomy.

5) Harp or Pitchfork?

Paraphrased Chekhov quote: " I never meant to write about angels or devils. But I couldn't help writing about a few clowns" As much as I'd want to be a hero or a villain -- my nature is more jester-like than anything else.

7) Burn Out or Fade Away?

I turn 26 this month. It's also in my nature to fall for the romance of burning the candles at both ends and burning it brightly. I can remember my Dad telling me how he never thought he would live as long as he has. Can't there be some other way...Burn Away, Fade Out....all my heroes in the pantheon I keep in my brain are all pretty dysfunctional.
Even the title of this blog post, 'Kaotic Chic' (it's spelled that way on purpose)...I got it from this comic series that I read, Powers. In the first story arc, a superhero is killed (her name is Retro Girl - kinda a Wonder Woman type superhero) and when the good guys find the killer, he says that he killed her to preserve her - so that she'd always be young and perfect, a symbol. Kaotic Chic is a phrase he spray painted on a wall near where he left her body.

I remain - intrigued by people who die at the height of their power or on the cusp of their power. Icons. Heroes. Myths. Legacies.

If you're wondering about the skipped #'s on this most micro of quizzes -- I didn't care for the questions.

Ah, time to go Inhale and do some yoga. Namaste.