more peanuts

a teaser...

the last time i saw a meteor shower was more than a decade ago. and, really, it was lost on my 19-year-old self. i was more concerned with the guy lying next to me than the stars parading through the sky. the "rule" was when you counted 10 falling stars, you held hands. he counted those 10 shooting stars pretty darn quick and eagerly seized my hand, which was covered in band-aids. how romantic, he said. i laughed and decided not to tell him the band-aids were covering the warts i'd had burned off earlier that day.

so with my hands wart-free (for over a decade now) and a greater appreciation for the universe, this meteor shower was going to be different...

you're invited

personal altared tectonics

(i spelled it that way on purpose)

new artworks

by ann elizabeth gedicks

(that's me)

august 11 - sept 5, 2010

opening reception saturday august 14, 2010 7-9pm

(you should come)

workhouse arts center

building 4

9601 ox rd

lorton, va

more comments from the peanut gallery

i posted again on the peanut gallery speaks. head on over and leave me a comment. please.

sleepless in virginia

there's a big fat spider on my sliding glass door. i need to wake up every hour or so to make sure he hasn't come inside. i know he wants to; he's jealous of my spiderman tshirt.

true confessions

i don't think anyone appreciates how much i really love cheese.

study like a scholar, scholar

really, it speaks for itself

video by hbllproductions

did you know chickpeas have agency?

i'm going to be a blogger. i mean a real, live scheduled blogger. on a blog other than my own. this could get interesting, since i generally only write as passion or fancy strikes (which, as you followers know, can be rare). but now, in addition to a schedule, i have guidlines to follow - they have standards, people, a statement of purpose!

help.

i asked for a deadline because i work best under pressure. pressure begat writer's block (can you have that when you're not really a writer?), which begat stress, which begat more blockage. so of course i procrastinated and turned to gchat:

10:33 pm
me:
looking back through my posts, i think the good ones are either really randomly funny (like putting pantyliners in my armpits or chickpeas falling down my shirt) or really personal

mb: chickpeas?

me: yes
i was making hummus one day and testing the chickpeas for tenderness

mb: with your shirt?

me: one of them jumped down my shirt and got stuck

mb: are you ascribing agency to the chickpea?

me: yes. yes i am
here...read it for yourself

mb: haha
it's the classic story, really; fall, then redemption; dilemma, and reconciliation.
you have the same basic plot here as in most jane austen novels.
except instead of a poor virtuous woman you have a chickpea.

me: lol
maybe i'm the poor virtuous woman
taken advantage of by a chickpea
and the lima beans are redemption
?

mb: haha. an uncommunicative chickpea who refuses to confess its true feelings until the lima
beans bring him to proper temperature.
10:48pm

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we then discussed veggie tales, jimmy carter, peanuts and boxes of junk in our parents' garages. and then i wrote my post...which you can read here on July 8. it has nothing to do with chickpeas, but owes a lot to mb. thanks, friend.