Craft Bond
Worked late.
Froze outside.
Arrived home.
Took dog for potty.
Dimmed lights.
Lit candles.
Took off today’s clothes.
Poured a half-glass of wine.
Set up glue, mask, scissors, and feathers.
Put on one-piece thermal pajamas.
Found most recent episode of True Blood to stream online.
Contemplated feather placement.
That whole thing could have been so much more entertaining.
p.s.
Do you miss music videos? So do I. A friend forwarded me a link to a new MTV site that has every single video archived. Hallelujah.
Cold
Clearly, I need a talented photographer in my life, to follow me around and capture certain moments (since I am painfully bad at it) but here is my fiend of a dog hoarding her charity homeless blankie.
Cheek to Cheek
Seeing David Sedaris was super cool. I liked that he opened with what he wrote for the New Yorker about undecided voters. And I also liked the Q & A portion of the evening, when he talked about when he decided he was a “writer.” Anyone who likes to write is usually very shy about it and has a hard time referring to themselves as a writer. He said that he worked with a housekeeping service through his first three books, but maybe now considers his occupation to be “writer” since he can’t work illegally in Paris and he has been published in the New Yorker. I love him.
Here is a lame attempt at taking a picture of my outfit to go see David Sedaris (new dress and it’s white, eek). I look like a dork, of course. And it’s a terrible mirror picture. And I might even be sticking my food baby out. Anyway . . .
I’m eating a leftover burrito, which is totally out of character. It’s kind of scary, but I’m desperate!
Monologue v. Dialogue
I think I managed to adjust the comment settings so I won’t have massive amounts of boner spam to delete every day, so I am opening the posts up from now on. Please feel free to comment away, if you’d like! It will require you to login though, so don’t be shy. No pressure, though.
The Pet Pride Day was the cutest thing EVER. I unfortunately didn’t get many photos and probably none worth posting, but there were bunnies, snakes, kittens, alpacas (wearing hats), and tons of dogs in costumes! My favorite was the bulldog dressed up as a hotdog. My other favorite was the little dog wearing like a fake-fur wrap who was off-leash and prancing around like the socialite of the party. They were all hanging out together. It seriously felt like a party. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen my dog so happy.
In other news, my gracious and adorable best friend is taking me to see David Sedaris tonight at the Opera House. Happiest Monday ever.
You’re my teacup passing by
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When you said all of the words that you meant
Didn’t make it through volunteering at the library today without buying a book! Better luck next time, I guess. This time I purchased a new (to me) copy of The Catcher in the Rye. I was so obsessed with that book when I was a pre-teen and hated everyone. Like almost everyone I know (at least the people who read books). Anyway, I realized that I no longer have a copy of it. I would like to read it again. I think I will.
Magazine project
in the works.
Knitting project
in process.
Sitting and vegging out and streaming guilty pleasure television shows online
planned for later.
Two new crushes (one girly)
in effect.
Perusal of photo exhibition involving the history of Afghanistan and the Jewish Museum Warhol exhibit
in waiting (eagerly).
Here is some info:
Oct. 11, 2008 – Jan. 18, 2009
Afghanistan 1970-1975
Images from an Era of Peace
Main Library, Sixth Floor
Skylight Gallery
100 Larkin St., S.F.
(415) 557-4400
Black and white photographs of a peaceful time in this culturally and historically rich nation depict Afghanis of all ages, stunning landscapes, ancient ruins and thriving textile markets.
More info about this exhibition and related events here.
Warhol’s Jews: Ten Portraits Reconsidered
There is also a Pet Pride event in Golden Gate Park tomorrow. I am taking my girlfriend/dog on a date there because we are special and totally gay for each other and want to show our love to the world. She has been hanging out on her new spca blanket like a blankie fiend. I call it her “homeless blanket” because this one is similar to those the homeless kittens were lounging on.
On to the scissors and glue and slick photos and text… be well.
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When I’m like this, how can you be smiling?
Melancholy strikes!
I feel like I’m trying to mind my own business and focus on important things (hide even), then Torture finds its way back to me again, seeping through unavoidable outlets. Me and Torture are Impossible Lovers.
I did just get a new dress in the mail, at least. Obsessed with dresses, much?
I kind of messed up my budget idea today, because the SPCA was in the courtyard near work again with a lot of kittens and one pup. I sat and pet the almost blind pup for way too long, then decided to purchase one of the knit blankies they had for sale (made by a volunteer) for ten dollars for my dog’s bed. I could make one quite easily (and have a number of those around my apartment), but this is for charity! I should write charity into my budget. Because I can’t say no. Especially when it comes to animals. I did drink the office chai instead of visiting Starbucks though and put some money into my savings account today. Little by little, you will go far.
I am crawling through my Rilke book because it’s small in size and therefore that qualifies it as my bus/waiting for things book that I carry around in my bag and read in short spurts. It is a “semi-autobiographical memoir” entitled The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge (I’m not sure if I gave out that information in a previous post). The book is a paperback from 1949 (with the price, $1.15, printed on the front corner), with a cover design by Edward Gorey. I also really like the description on the back (below).
In the Notebooks Rilke describes the first serious encounter with reality of a young Danish nobleman, a mask for the young Rilke, who meets with a great variety of experiences, and discovers through them unrealized parts of his own personality. In the isolation of a great modern city, Paris of the turn of the century, Malte finds concentrated all of history and human personality, and comes face to face with the fundamental problem of the modern age: the possibility of love in a climate of death.
I’m feeling extra weird about the things I’m discovering regarding love and death and personality lately.
I love this book so far.
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Donnerstag
Today =
- vintage heels
- surprisingly soft hair day
- the verve and radiohead and pulp and elbow
- budgeting (starting with switching from coffee shop chai to the office-provided chai)
- water, water, water
- adoring and obsessing over the way rilke likened smells to ghosts and pointed out the bizarre nature of the song and dance that is a birthday party
- found a pretty model with quality representation who is 5′2 (go little people! but not too little. you scare me.)
- warm sun
- peacock tights
- hummus
- resolutions
- bug bites
- my cute chemise was delivered!
- plants
- thinking about berkeley
- feeling very shy and serious
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Fear
A woman who often rides the same bus as me (the late bus, oops) in the morning looks just like the scary woman from Poltergeist. Except with dyed black hair and a face painted with garish makeup. Every time I see her, I get a chill and can’t stop saying, “Carol Ann” in a creepy voice in my head. She is quite the pusher, too. I find her spooky and untrustworthy!
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