8/14/2014
8/13/2014
Crunchy the Caterpillar
I've just been looking over my blog posts over the past 3 years, and have decided they all pretty much suck and lack direction. I mean, they're just all over the place. A little bit of divorce survival commentary here, a few cat pictures there, various disconnected videos....yikes. Can you say perimenopause?
What's all bringing it together for me now, hopefully, is Crunchy. Crunchy is a Swallowtail caterpillar that Wonder Mike saved from certain flattening in a gas station parking lot. He brought him home in a filthy glass vase that for some reason was residing in the back of my VW, and we decided to study him for a bit. We tossed a bunch of greens, parsley and shit into the vase and watched as he sucked himself onto the glass with gummy-looking science fiction feet, arching his rubbery body around, every so often thwunking down to land on his grassy landing pad. I researched these caterpillars online, and discovered that there are actually enthusiasts (other than 3rd graders working on science projects) who RAISE Swallowtails. Anybody remember Silence of the Lambs? The PhD weirdos with the larva chess game, when they're talking to Clarice about the moth?: "Someone fed him nightshade and honey...kept him warm...somebody loved him." Just a little creepy.
MEET CRUNCHY:
Metamorphojobosis and Mariah:
I've been at my current job for a year and half now, and I'm really enjoying it as I'm on the road much of the time and acting on a more professional level. They have hired a college girl named Mariah to do some of the office-y/filing stuff I used to do, which is fine, because I suck at it and I used to turn yellow with boredom. I met her in person once, and she's very nice...but I also cringed, because, well, you know; when your namesake is Mariah Carey and all. I don't know if anybody's aware of this useless pop culture factoid, but Carey had an album (...do they even call them "albums" anymore?) that I believe was called Butterfly or Metamorphosis or something like that, and Mariah said it was based on how she emerged from a bad relationship feeling transformed, having undergone a metamorphosis. I guess maybe she considered getting a few extra million after finishing up with Tommy Motola, or having scored mammoth breast implants or a second yacht as metamorphosis of sorts. But I digress.
So...while I certainly don't want to emulate Mariah Carey, or identify with the weirdo entymologists from Silence of the Lambs, (*Anthony Hopkins was killer, though. No pun intended.) I DID always kind of identify with the idea of transformation, and I love the ethereal, dignified beauty of butterflies. I'm also intrigued by the idea of a radical transformation that happens after some kind of shakeup. The trigger I'm speaking of is too big to fit on this page...and it will put me into a catatonic state to reiterate it...but let's just say I feel I'm finally evolving into the person I want to be. The mother I want to be. And the human being who is fully capable of being in a relationship, remaining at a cool job, getting back into my art and music, and being the best daughter I can be, rather than cowering in the shadows and being constantly afraid of loss. With Mike's encouragement, I am now looking forward to using my new wings.
What's all bringing it together for me now, hopefully, is Crunchy. Crunchy is a Swallowtail caterpillar that Wonder Mike saved from certain flattening in a gas station parking lot. He brought him home in a filthy glass vase that for some reason was residing in the back of my VW, and we decided to study him for a bit. We tossed a bunch of greens, parsley and shit into the vase and watched as he sucked himself onto the glass with gummy-looking science fiction feet, arching his rubbery body around, every so often thwunking down to land on his grassy landing pad. I researched these caterpillars online, and discovered that there are actually enthusiasts (other than 3rd graders working on science projects) who RAISE Swallowtails. Anybody remember Silence of the Lambs? The PhD weirdos with the larva chess game, when they're talking to Clarice about the moth?: "Someone fed him nightshade and honey...kept him warm...somebody loved him." Just a little creepy.
MEET CRUNCHY:
Metamorphojobosis and Mariah:
I've been at my current job for a year and half now, and I'm really enjoying it as I'm on the road much of the time and acting on a more professional level. They have hired a college girl named Mariah to do some of the office-y/filing stuff I used to do, which is fine, because I suck at it and I used to turn yellow with boredom. I met her in person once, and she's very nice...but I also cringed, because, well, you know; when your namesake is Mariah Carey and all. I don't know if anybody's aware of this useless pop culture factoid, but Carey had an album (...do they even call them "albums" anymore?) that I believe was called Butterfly or Metamorphosis or something like that, and Mariah said it was based on how she emerged from a bad relationship feeling transformed, having undergone a metamorphosis. I guess maybe she considered getting a few extra million after finishing up with Tommy Motola, or having scored mammoth breast implants or a second yacht as metamorphosis of sorts. But I digress.
So...while I certainly don't want to emulate Mariah Carey, or identify with the weirdo entymologists from Silence of the Lambs, (*Anthony Hopkins was killer, though. No pun intended.) I DID always kind of identify with the idea of transformation, and I love the ethereal, dignified beauty of butterflies. I'm also intrigued by the idea of a radical transformation that happens after some kind of shakeup. The trigger I'm speaking of is too big to fit on this page...and it will put me into a catatonic state to reiterate it...but let's just say I feel I'm finally evolving into the person I want to be. The mother I want to be. And the human being who is fully capable of being in a relationship, remaining at a cool job, getting back into my art and music, and being the best daughter I can be, rather than cowering in the shadows and being constantly afraid of loss. With Mike's encouragement, I am now looking forward to using my new wings.
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