April 21, 2007
Feelin' mighty nostalgic this morning, not sure why. But I may as well share a little piece of my nostalgia, eh?
I wish I was back on the Lochranza ferry
With long legged Keefy
Breathing the spray and the sweet island air of the morning
But I'm wasting away in this sweltering prison
The mercury's rising
And freedom's a dream that arrives and escapes with the dawning
I won't leave this link up very long, but if you want to hear the accompanying song running ...
April 7, 2007
Hacked it all off, I did. Well, I didn't do any hacking per se - the lovely Renay over at
Serendipity Salon did the cutting, and I am now the proud wearer of a totally rocked out coif.
I haven't worn it this short in a long, long time. Twenty years, maybe? I was due for a big change. Renay noted that I didn't flinch as the long locks fell to the floor. Nope, I've been needin' it. Feelin' it. And I've got it now.
I reread
Bernice Bobs Her Hair (by F. Scott Fitzgerald) this morning. It's a funny story. And it's funny to think that short hair on women was ...
April 6, 2007
The cheap wine at Trader Joe's is always so appealing in the store. Such pretty labels, such promising words on the little cards - our store has now taken to putting up little country of origin flags, so it's like traveling the world for $5 a bottle.
But the $5 a bottle jet lag is a killer. My head's fuzzy, my eyes are tired - and it's only 8:45am. I should have taken the non-stop flight.
April 3, 2007
How would you like to be fooled?
I like to be fooled by magicians. Not the bizarro David Blaine-make-an-airplane-'disappear' types - I can't enjoy those big tricks, can't suspend my disbelief high enough to enjoy them. But I do so very much enjoy good sleight of hand - making cards and rings and coins and hankies appear and disappear in the amusing mystery of legerdemain. I don't want to know how they do it, even if they were willing to tell. I enjoy the fooling, the last little bit of childish 'how'd they do that?' not kicked out of my brain by school and physics textbooks and various other life experiences that tell me they shouldn't ...
March 26, 2007
What goes in your dream sandwich?
Roasted chicken, thick bacon, a slice or two or three of real tomato (I'm talking about a flavorful, juicy one from the garden or a local farmer, not the mealy waterbags they grow in California and ship hither and yon), mayo (real mayo, not that evil Miracle Whip crap), lettuce for crunch and a slice or two of muenster on freshly baked challah, preferrably Zingerman's.
(From
Consumating)
March 20, 2007
What is your most annoying trait?
My need to be right all the time. It' not pretty.
(From
Consumating)
February 14, 2007
I'm not much for Valentine's Day. It's always been a competition between that and my birthday, just a week apart. Our bank account and my sensibilities generally keep me from wanting to splurge on anything, as I probably splurged the week before. So I generally ignore the holiday wholesale.
Which, of course, would be fine and well and good if it weren't for the fact that there are
other people in the world who don't ignore the holiday, and in fact, feel hurt if it goes by without fanfare. Luckily for me and my orientation, most of those people are women. The men I've dallied with, had crushes on and enjoyed various other states ...
February 8, 2007
As of early yesterday morning, I am forty-one. Well then. That was anti-climactic, eh?
But I have had such a string of nice days, and the little birthday glow one gets seems to still be going. Tuesday night, Keith's
InZero directorial debut screened out at the Main Theater, under the auspices of the
Mitten Movie Project (no relation, if you can believe it). I normally am not all that excited to go to these events - especially the ones with after-parties - not because I don't enjoy seeing Keith's films (in fact, that's why I go at all - I do enjoy them) but because he's such a social ...
January 10, 2007
The repositories of marital tradition indicate that our third anniversary is the leather anniversary. I looked in the list and couldn't find the latex anniversary. Shame, really.
Three years, eh? It doesn't really seem that long ago, although looking at the
pictures, the little ones sure do look little.
It was cold that day, even colder than it is today. The house is warm, though, as are hands and hearts and cups of tea and mince pies and cozy blankets and Big Sur and Sedona and all the other things we've had together in the past 36 months. Happy anniversary, baby. I love you.
January 4, 2007
I don't want to look at 2006. Don't feel like it. I don't think my 40th year was a terribly remarkable one.
So 2007 then. Here are some things I'd like to do this year, trying to be more specific than just 'be healthier' or whatnot:
Go dancing - at least once a month, preferably more.
Take the bus somewhere at least once a week.
Sketch something at least once a week. Maybe combine this with the bus thing.
Take at least one picture each day.
Make an animated film. Short is fine. Very short is fine.
Well, that's probably plenty. I failed miserably on last year's, maybe I'll do better this time.
