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odalisque in a teapot (happy new year 2!)

Happy New Year!  Here on the seashore, we operate on obelisk time, and two years ago today I moved into my towering home.  Happy New Year!

Last year we celebrated with fire.  This year I’m just chilling in my teapot.  It is very cold in the obelisk.

teapot odalisque

teapot odalisque

This year Henriette escaped from her prison (where is she where is she?), I watched the same movie over and over again, Crow became Parrot and started asking existential questions, I dreamed in sound, the phoenix sent me several flaming notes, and I redid my home page.

These are my favorite scrapbook pages from the past year:

Thank you everyone who shared my scrapbook pages with their friends…more people saw me because of you!

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–The Odalisque

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warm

the ice has melted, unchaining the cold.

do you think I don’t care?  The dictionary inelegantly defines vortex as “a mass of spinning air, liquid, etc., that pulls things into its center”.   it is good to be centered, but not when that center is supposed to be your north pole.

in the summer, the poles will miss this cold, and the ice will melt more than it ought too, exposing corpses, campsites, fossils of people who lived there thousands of years ago.  they will decompose before we learn anything from them.  they lived in the climate we soon inherit.   who died and left it to us?  a miniscule planet’s ecosystem, exhausted by our habitation.

so much sadness.  salt waters rise.

do you think i want this?  i wanted to throw open the window and throw a  dazzling balcony smile at a sparkling sea.  but i got hit in the teeth with cold like the sea threw up a handful of ice (or was it you, did you do this to me?).  I am sitting on the middle of the earth under a lopsided arctic wind and I don’t have the right clothes.

crow/parrot and phoenix are conducting experiments.  crow is flash-freezing eggs on a branch outside, then phoenix slowly heats them on the stone sill.  owl tells me this is the latest in culinary technology.  that’s interesting but will it be ready for teatime?

maybe I’ll burn myself some fossil fuels.  put the teapot on the fire and crawl inside.

i’m so cold i think i can feel the heat reflected off the moon.

odalisque_warmhandsmeager ———->  adequate
–The Odalisque

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