meteorite.

just read Vanity Fair's article about marilyn monroe's lost (now found) diaries. heartbreaking. poor norma jean. who can fail to see themselves in this woman?  and god, the horrors of mid-century psychoanalysis. it's enough to make anyone want to rescue her. can't wait until the book comes out, hard as it will be to read. look for it: Fragments: Poems, Intimate Notes, Letters by Marilyn Monroe ed. by Stanley Buchthal and Bernard Comment. to be published this month by Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, LLC, Harper Collins.

adornment

latest magpie-like obsession: heavy hand decorations.
top to bottom: antarctica ring by Swedish designer jealousydesign on etsy.com, custom two-finger ring by Mary Jo in Long Island NY at www.mercurios.net,  Pamela Love double-cage ring at bonadrag.com.

must.read.

The Magicians by Lev Grossman.
"I felt like I was doing peyote buttons with J. K. Rowling." -Mickey Rapkin, GQ

i want to hear what Neil Gaiman thinks about this book. startlingly good, this tale tells the truth. you know it because it makes you blush with self-recognition. not to mention the awesome fact that the characters turn into geese and arctic foxes.

Woven Hand

saw Woven Hand a week ago today at the Grey Eagle here in Asheville. all my expectations were blown out like lightbulbs. first expectation blown: I DANCED. MY ASS. OFF.  i mean, like, full-blown ecstatic dancing that makes people around you a bit uncomfortable. so wonderful. i've wanted to see david eugene edwards live since i was about sixteen but never ever thought he would rock out with such primal intensity. and yes, he sings about jesus. edwards singing about jesus is a thing of magic with snake-handling electricity sparking all over the place. here's a clip that doesn't begin to do justice to the live experience.

Woven Hand - Sinking Hands