I was speaking to my British friend, E, online today. E is one of those people that I wish everyone could meet. She’s a character – the best kind of character. She was speaking to me about their cat today, that they gave him away to a home with more space and I said it […]
Czech: Happy birthday to you. Or, more literally, All the best on your birthday. Today is my birthday. I’m 33. I am on the East coast and he’s home on the West Coast. I’m kind of hoping he’ll think of me, do something romantic… like, oh, I don’t know… maybe a surprise delivery of flowers. […]
Then a few weeks ago, I was in line to pass through security in St Louis, heading home after a few days’ gig. As I approached the x-ray machine, I noticed that there were no plastic bins left. After waiting a few minutes, it didn’t seem that there wouldn’t be any arriving any time soon. The few people in front of me noticed, too, as it was their turn to dump their stuff onto the belt. Two of them just stood there looking confused and, just as I was about to march over to another line to grab some bins, a classy-looking business guy in a long, wool coat, shiny black shoes and an expensive-looking scarf marched over to the other line and returned bearing a very tall stack of bins. The people between us smiled in relief and just at that momen, a security guy came striding over, carrying a few bins himself. He’d seen Mr. Wool Coat bring bins over and asked him, loudly & with a friendly grin, “Are you from New York?” Mr Wool Coat blushed and nodded. I laughed, everyone around me laughed. The security guy chided him in a friendly tone, something about being impatient. Once he’d passed, I leaned over and said, also rather loudly, to Mr. Wool Coat, “People from the North East just know how to get stuff done, is all.”
Please pardon the mess. I discovered a couple things that were broken and am tearing apart a new theme to make it work the way I want. So, ya know… I know, it looks a mess at the moment. Bear with me.
A quick search for “vector uterus” or “uterus line art” produced thus: This is a VASE that is talked about on the Modern & Contemporary Art Design Blog. It is a limited edition, only 20 pieces were made and… I wonder, do ya think they sold out right away? I can just imagine how many […]
I finally – finally – signed up for a class through the community college down the street. There’s a huge list of classes I’ve been wanting to take, everything from photography to Japanese flower arranging to cooking classes. The first class I decided to try is a hip hop dance class. The joke that’s been […]
When I was a wee little thing, my grandmother expressed concern, to my mother, about the fact that I wasn’t talking yet. I don’t know how old I was, but apparently, I should have been talking by that point. Mom said they couldn’t wait for me to start talking… … and they I did, and […]
I have had enough. Seriously. You know what I’m doing when I get home? GOING TO A SPA. Where they can rub me with hot stones or salt or some shit. It’s starting to feel like all my free time has been spent recovering. This all started way back in October – my neck was […]
I’ve been in and out of therapy/counseling for just a few years shy of a couple decades. I don’t think I ever stuck with any of them for more than a month or so – except for one that I would see for a couple months, then stop, then start again, then stop. Eventually I […]
That’s just what it is. New year, and kinda hopin’ for a little same old.
From The Daily Candy: LA Wood If You Could The Wood Cafe Opens The Wood, 12000 West Washington Boulevard, at Inglewood Boulevard (310-915-9663 orthewoodcafe.com) Pluots. Peacharines. Broccoflowers. The farmers market has produced some funky combos. But none so tasty as new brek and lunch spot The Wood, a partnership between Demetrios Mavromichalis (Venice Grind) and […]
I would love to tell you about Seattle (oh, Seattle) but I am still sick and I am tired tired tired of feeling incapacitated. An hour ago I had a panic attack about the fact that I can’t breathe and now I’m convinced that I shouldn’t sleep tonight or I just might. Stop breathing, that […]
