Reader Mail VI: I Like

Jorydowns wrote:
"Hi Mala,
I like your blog. It seems like you have fun. *omission of stuff* You talk about what don't like so much. Do you like anything?*omit more stuff* Have a great weekend!"

Mala Replies:

Dear JD,
Thanks for stopping by. Um, yeah, I guess I don't like a lot of things and your e-mail prompted me to think of some of the things I do like.

Here goes the neighborhood:
I like words.
I like kissing my daughter until she bursts out with peals of laughter that tinkle and ring and jump through the air.
I like watching my mom sleep.
I like listening to my niece yell "Titi, CHEESE" any time she even thinks she sees a camera.
I like a fresh, clean sheet of paper and a bic fine point blue pen.
I like opening a new book, the sound it makes when the binding creaks and getting lost in the story by the second page.
I like socks. Lots and lots of socks. I could live my life clad in boy shorts, wife beaters and socks. Whimsical, patterned, happy socks.
I like the witching hour when the world is scary, dark, foreboding and anything can happen.
I like the early morn when I am alone and the day is brand new because once again anything can happen.
I like those rare, short moments when my brain is still.
I like when someone can make me feel timid and coy.
I like the Bene Gessirit Litany against fear.
I like being afraid.
I like comfortable silence.
I like picking the pimentos out of olives before I eat the olives then discarding the pimentos. Why not just buy the olives without the pimentos, you ask? Because, picking out the pimentos is half the fun.
I like spicy foods that make my eyes water.
I like daydreaming about flying and falling. There's something about the sense of freedom.
I like wolves, snakes, alligators and bats.
I like dragons, unicorns, hob-goblins, imps, gremlins, ogres, giants, warlocks and petty demons.
I like each and every one of my horrid, terrifying dreams.
I like having a cornicopia of totally useless facts at the ready.
I like sharing my life with one and all.
I like the ascension bass in Jimi Hendrix's "Hey Joe". I could listen to it over and over again.
I like music that moves me, I could give a farthing if it's commercial, odd, different or whatever but when I hear something that puts a skip in my heart, I'm happy.
I like waking up to a face that I care about no matter how seldom that may occur.
I like hot sweaty moments that render my thought process practically useless.
I like close moments.
I like any kind of puzzle or brain teaser.
I like figuring things out.
I like thinking, over-thinking and not thinking at all.
I like learning whatever I want, whenever I choose.
I like seeing the people I know smile.
I like watching the rhythmically adept move their bodies.
I like making fun of everything.
I like feeling 10 feet tall every day that I am allowed to walk this earth yet again.
I like love even when I hate it.

You know this could go on for days, right? It may seem like all I do is bitch and moan and complain and party and speak in codes to special readers and hate stuff but hey, I like doing all of that as well. And guess what Jory? I like you! Have a great life (and I'm not being sarcastic either).

Liking this feeling,
Mala

So yeah, I'm wide the hell awake, working on a piece tentatively titled The Tales of Judgement: Eris Orders wondering if I could ever live on my words alone and I stopped for coffee. Blogger has become my only lasting relationship and I wonder how I will survive when it ends. It's kind of weird really, I keep having this sinking fear that once I port over to Mala Mag I'll lose the people that have stopped by over the last year. The folks that have watched me go from seldom posting to it being an everyday thing. I have had a few e-mails expressing confusion when I launch into sides that are meant for specific people. I'll try to be more on front street with that so there's an obvious difference between shit talking to readers and messages for friends. As usual, my brain is racing. I'd give Quicksilver a run for his nectar. And just so I don't get an e-mail regarding my obscure references, Quicksilver is an alternate term for Mercury the element and the Roman version of the Greek God, also known as Hermes. The messenger of the Olympians. He was fleet of foot and the patron of dreamers (as opposed to Morpheous of dreams and sleepers), ideas, liars, craftiness, commerce, eloquence, gamblers, commerce, storytelling, quick-thinking and some magics. All and all a pretty awesome dude. Yeah so anyway, the mind is meandering and I have a consensual kidnapping to plot in Eris' world. Oh yeah, Eris was the Greek goddess of chaos. Nifty huh?

Alright, I'm going to skedaddle now, get back to writing and plotting out something relatively scandalous to wear tomorrow night. My heart is a tad sore since I missed last night but I figure the universe meant for me to stay home and write so I did. However, hell, high water nor man on horseback will stop me from making my way down to CBGB's tomorrow night for the Pillow Theory show. I love them thar boys - hi Kels! I may be back since I'm thinking about writing an "eff u" post dedicated to all the dumb shit I've seen this week. Who knows, but I'm sure we'll see...

- Yup, gone