Thursday, September 12, 2013

Delirious Sex, Intense Happiness, Tiffany Box Cakes, and Beautiful Moye

I've got a red velvet cake in the oven and nothing of import to report (im and re), except that I'm tired of inspiration and putting one foot in front of the other and gratitude and sayings like Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss the stars. The cake is an order that will be assembled with cream cheese frosting tomorrow and then made to look like it's a Tiffany box. There will be pictures, although this is the first cake I've made in a few months and I'm praying that the old hands won't be stiff and rusty. Sophie is home, sitting in her wheelchair and lethargically playing with beads and an old hairbrush. She had a number of seizures today, so I landed up giving her Diastat (rectal valium) and kept her home from school. This meant that I had to cancel my other plans which included a job interview and a visit to The Woman in the Quiet Room, but I have a babysitter coming soon who will relieve me so that I can go on my Californian rounds and pick up my sons from their schools. The photo above is of a charming piece of art, created by my Oldest Not In Years But In Time Known Friend, Moye Thompson, whose work I've featured before. She is a remarkable ceramist, and yesterday, when I visited her new show, I was once again struck dumb by her beauty and the beauty of her creations and her, herself. The show is called Shelter, and if you're in the area, you should stop by Bergamot Station in Santa Monica and check it out. Here are some more pictures, and then I'll put a copy of the poem that you see above (a poem that I've posted many a time on the old blog that always makes me laugh). And just so you have an idea of her ingenuity, she carved those tiny little letters into clay and then fired the cylinder that you turn with a tiny little twig so that you can read the whole thing. Over the top, Moye.

The poem:

Success Story

My clothes are perfectly contoured
to my body. my shoes & socks
fit just right. My cat is a delightful
intelligent animal. My apartment
is great. The right location,
cheap rent. I eat the best food.
My friends love me. I adore them.
My lover is terrific & beautiful.
The sun is shining. There are trees
even in the slums in Washington.
I have tons of money & a gorgeous 
air conditioner. Great art hangs
on my wall. I live a spine-tingling life
of delirious sex & intense happiness.

Terence Winch


  1. love every bit of this. Thank you.
    May your Tiffany Box red velvet cake flow from your hands.

  2. And as I always say in response to that poem- ME TOO!!!!!
    Moye's art is frankly amazing. I think I especially love the Shelter piece.

  3. What fantastic art and thank you and oh shitfire I've been trying to hard to be healthy and even seeing the words red velvet cake caused me to drool on my summery dress seriously I can't even look at your heavenly cakes logo because I am such a total cake whore. I would like the top piece the Success Story piece which is fabulous and funny and because it reminds me of first being married and we lived in Coeur d'Alene and had a tiny radiator with no control on it and I burned my husband's socks on it burned them to a crisp because there was some kind of polyester in them and it's a good thing we didn't both die in the flames.

    Sorry Sophie is having a bad day so very sorry for every single bad day she has or has had ever ever. I love her with my whole stupid heart.

  4. I just love her art work. I hope tomorrow is a more peaceful day for you!

  5. Ah. I am just tired. Tired of picking up the pieces from that have been fired, tired of stoking the corporate fires, & tired of missing my own hearth & shelter. I feel an obligatory gratitude post coming on.

    Hope today is better. For us both.

  6. Love the "Library" piece, and I know the RV cake will be perfect. Peace to you and Sophie.

  7. You know, I see the title 'Delirious Sex'..." and you know me, I'm thinking of what kind of joke I'm going to write when I start reading since I know there isn't really going to BE any sex in the blog. Instead I find two sentences in the midst of a lot of others that just sit there, with me reading them over and over...."Sophie is home, sitting in her wheelchair and lethargically playing with beads and an old hairbrush. She had a number of seizures today, so I landed up giving her Diastat (rectal valium) and kept her home from school."

    Why do I focus on this? Because of so many other sentences that describe so many wonderful things, and yet there is that poignant reminder of a life disrupted, a life stolen, that in turn has turned so many other lives upside down and inside out. There are two side to this coin there have to be, lest we go mad, and maybe I have, but it is often hard to explain to people how it is possible to be at the brink of despair over something so cruel as these shitstorms our kids go through and then be able to switch to something better, something more uplifting.

    I'm beginning to get what you and many others have been trying to teach me about how these feelings are not easy to manage the back and forth of, they are not effortless, but after a while they start to become our 'normal' and it does, in a way, become something you can make peace with. I used to SAY that, and write it, but I never really understood it.

    1. Blogzilly, you've now made me cry with that beautiful comment. Couldn't you have stuck with the delirious sex?

  8. The library piece takes my breath away. What a lovely set of work. Thank you for sharing it with us.

  9. I remember her incredible ceramic work from your previous entry.

    Red velvet cake! I love red velvet cake. When I was a kid and it was my birthday and I got to choose the cake I wanted, I always chose red velvet cake.

    Sorry you had to miss your interview. Yikes!

  10. What beautiful work. Thanks for sharing it.

  11. Love that poem and Moye's wonderful ceramic art. Wish I had enough money to own one of her pieces. Hang in there, Elizabeth. May your life be more like red velvet cake, or even just red velvet, tomorrow. x0 N2

  12. This post made me laugh with delight!

    Thank you.



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