Red sticky juice sluggishly drips down my chin, branching into thin, vein-like channels, while the tips of my fingers enjoy newly acquired rubicund caps. My mouth opens invitingly to devour yet another pellet of this magical fruit, the unfamiliar mix of sweetness and tartness teasing the taste buds of my tongue. Reveling in every bit of my new food experience, I eat slowly to prolong the heavenly effect of the ambrosia. Contrastingly, mom pulls a face every time a tiny red ball disappears in her mouth; eventually she resorts to a glass of water. I inherit her share of cranberries.
Gyroscope
January 25, 2008Walking down the broad halls in the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum, where airplanes and shuttles times heavier and bigger than me ominously hang above my head, I reach a fancy metallic object encapsulated in a glass box. An axis embraced by intertwining wheels. Getting a bit edgy as I always do when there is something I do not understand, I activate all of my senses in a frenzied search of a clue, of an explanation. “Gyroscope” the sign reads and I am reminded of a physics class in which I fiddled raptly with a simpler and smaller gyroscope.
First Struggles With Multimedia
January 25, 2008
Wanted Ad For My Multimedia Character
January 25, 2008Someone to slap me on the face, then sit me on a chair and tell me about the truly important things in life.
by Theresa Marchetta
Wanted Ad
January 25, 2008A cookbook for dummies. It is important that it does not put me to sleep. Ideas for meals fast and easy to cook are also welcome.
Cherry Pie in Tin Plate-Oil Painting by Vic Vicini
Music: http://youtube.com/watch?v=K2cYWfq–Nw
Shoes
January 25, 2008In Florida, I posed for photos next to every palm tree, and indulged my palate in exotic Caribbean cuisine. For my image of a good tourist to be complete, I also needed to buy something Florida-like, something sunny and bouncy. In a random department store, these green-silverish flip-flops with straps that go around the calves caught my eyes. For only 16 bucks, I bought awesome American flip-flops to brag about in front of my Bulgarian friends. Oh, they were made in China! Well, they were still pretty awesome! Or no? When I went back home, everyone wore the same flip-flops!
Wanted Ad (From A Newspaper Clipping)
January 24, 2008BOOKS – WE BUY Used/Old. Hardcovers only, no paperbacks or bookclub. Will travel to bid on larger libraries. Monroe Street Books, 1485 Route 7 North, Middlebury. 398-220
Snow
January 23, 2008Basking under the sizzling sun and crazy all-night-long dancing under the sky were followed by a flight up north. In three hours, Florida morphed into Vermont. After summer came winter. As I stepped out of the airport, my face twisted into an ugly grimace of anger and bitterness. Shivering, I grabbed some snow from the ground. Despite the painful kisses that my fingers received from this evil white mass, I started pressing it frantically between my hands. Once my perfectly round, tennis-ball-sized snowball was done, I threw it on the ground with all my might while squeaking, “I hate you!”
Birds
January 23, 2008As a kid, I had many friends, some of them quite feathery. Often my grandparents’ hens occupied my silly self for the entire day. I would dart up and down the garden, searching for weed. Then, with my finds in a small pail, I would squat and start feeding the hens, one sprig at a time. When lunch was over, I had to make sure that they get their afternoon nap. I would grab a hen, put its head under its wing and start swaying it gently, while singing “Nani-naaa!” Once it was asleep, I would proceed to the next.
Lightning
January 22, 2008On a rainy April night, Mother Nature hastily draws shiny veins in the velvety almost surreal sky. They meet, kiss and cross to form shapes that dazzle with their intricacy. The mind is quick to identify what they resemble. For a brief second dancing bears, bloodthirsty vampires, and fire-breathing dragons coexist in the fairy tale that unfolds on the celestial screen. As they vanish, the marching entourage of some breath-takingly beautiful princess from a distant land takes their place. A blink of the eye and they are gone as well. Cuddled safely on the couch in my home, I watch.
