About
The domain: {ladenakaboom.com}
The origin story of Ladena Kaboom actually involves a summer, a cousin, Def Leppard, and a stripper’s pole. I would tell you every gory detail but it’s much more mundane than I’ve made it sound. (Note to self: make up a better origin story.) In the meantime, suffice to say that I chose it and love it because I think it has a wonderful ring, plus it sounds like a stripper’s name. Or a superhero’s name. Or better still, a superhero stripper’s name.
What I’m going to do with a domain of my own that sounds like a superhero stripper – besides plant a blog here and let it grow – I’m not sure. (But I’ll come up with something.)
The blog: {ish}
Ish is nearly. Ish is almost. Ish is close enough. (And so am I.)
The author: {me}
37 1/2 year old slacker Mom of three with a blog habit.
Unschooler, learner, writer, dabbler, ponderer. Late bloomer. Fond of socks. Prefers sad endings, enjoys scientific theory, doubts God, adores her husband, shuns the frumious Bandersnatch but not for the reasons you think.
Self conscious, hypersensitive, intuitive. Knows what you think of her – mostly doesn’t care. Hates phoniness, hypocrisy, double standards, and anything jelly-filled.
Is currently feeling her way through the hazy days of grief and revelation that have followed her mother’s death.
Collects quotations, angst, and blue moods. Finds anger and the word “fuck” empowering. Slow to warm. Is subject to occasional bouts of “limited connectivity” but likes you more than you probably think. Voted for Obama. Won her 4th grade spelling bee. Still isn’t completely sure she can swim. Skeptical.
Has never judged you.
Wakes up grumpy, prefers the dark, still wishes on stars, cries at movies, takes it personally when she knows she shouldn’t. Interested in ghosts, faraway places, books, connections, non-Newtonian fluids, words, vampires (she loved them way before you did), the offbeat, perverse, bedraggled and unlovable. Within you and within herself.
In short, Lord she knows what she is but knows not what she may be. She is made up of at least a billion atoms of Shakespeare.
(But then again, so are you.)
