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Monday, August 16, 2004 Excuse me, were you at the Michelangelo conference?: I want to remember this quote because it was actually said to me by a middle-aged chap in London. It made me laugh, because when I replied in my very un-British accent, he seemed startled. And also because I may have a weird conference-going doppelganger across the pond. Thursday, August 5, 2004 Mousie McMouserson: Every time I go up to New York, I love it more. Last Friday, Beagle and I journeyed thataway to see dear El Coop and his lovely lady. We hung out at Double Happiness which I like because it is low lit, plus I got to watch a stream of Hawaiian-shirted dudes waddle by to "use" the bathroom. As usual, seeing old Chicago friends was super. El Coop and I compliment each other with slightly melancholic tendencies and as usual talked about old times. A couple of friends popped in and contributed to our six degrees of NY-Chicago-Prague connections, so I felt contentedly drunk. Like a kitten swimming in a pool of mleko. This week in life . . . my boss' boss from London took me out to dinner and we drank 3 jugs of saki. I then drove the scoot home and stalled three times -- once on the scary South Street bridge. Kick-starting the scooter while tipsy is not my forte. Also, we have 4 new roommates. The first one is my co-worker and trapeze cohort. She is moving to Seattle in September and crashing with us in the interim. The other roommates have not been invited: three baby mice. They lack the usual mouselike stealthiness and have been darting around us while we watch the Daily Show. Polaroids have been taken and added to the pile of documented visitors. I left some Honey Smacks out for them, unbeknownst to Beagle. Baby mice are so cute. This weekend, it's New York again. I'm so glad my sister lives in the village. It's Ange and Chris' wedding, and I'm making them a card! Crafty lady, hoot hoot! Wednesday, July 28, 2004 Political awakening: Yesterday I saw John Kerry speak at the library, I mean Art Museum (he didn't know where he was either), in the sweltering heat and did not feel overwhelmingly impressed. Then I came home, turned on day 2 of the DNC and watched Teresa Heinz Kerry take the cake. I vote for John because I want this kooky lady in the White House. She doesn't bake! She doesn't need to. She has three sons who look like JFK Jr! The outspoken feminist part doesn't hurt either. Love her. So far, in order of impressiveness (on my independent-minded soul) and a tid-bit of "gee I liked what they said", I rank the following speakers:
Tuesday, July 20, 2004 Exciting things in bullet form:
ps.So, I have a trapeze recital on August 15th. Does anybody want to come?
Monday, July 5, 2004 The opposite of macho? Today might just work out to be a three-shower day. It's that damn hot. Beagle and I went to the shore on Saturday night and spent a glorious day at the beach with our friends D & J. Good times made better with delicious malt beverages (just Mike's Cranberry Lemonade -- so delicious) and my mom's back porch! Anyway, it's been a loopy week since returning stateside. Luckily I had a 4-day weekend, thanks work! and adjusted my internal clock a little easier. The London trip turned out really well. Loads of plans made work-wise, and it is always good to be in the office over there. So much more laid back, plus I get to feel like part of a team, and not like the team-less island I am here in Philly. My friend Boots and I found a cheap flight and went to Dublin for 3 days at the end of my week. We stayed at this hostel which felt a little weird, sharing bunk beds with other travellers, but we laughed our way through it. I think I *maybe* offended one of our hostel-mates because, after she told me the was from Newfoundland, I exclaimed without thinking, "Oh you're a Newfie!". Is that wrong? Did I piss off a Canadian? Is it like thinking "redneck!" when someone says they're from West Virginia? She didn't beat me up (although she did snore like crazy and had a tendency of waking up at 6 a.m. and zipping/unzipping her bags repeatedly) so i guess I'm okay. I hate when my mouth opens and I can't control what pours out.
Wednesday, June 23, 2004 waiting for spaceship: So it seems my candle has been burning at both ends since Friday, when I jumped a train to New York for Ange's bachelorette party. Delicious tidbits a'la tapas and pitchers of sangria, then dancing. Overall good, exhaustive fun. I rolled in to Philly at 4 a.m. and crashed. Spent the next day frantically packing for business trip no. 4. Which leaves me here, sitting in London and trying to stay awake. Jetlag has not been kind to me this time around. Neither was the bed in my hotel room, which I switched because I could feel all of the metal springs in the mattress. But there have been some highlights, including:
Wednesday, June 9, 2004 Drinking with Tramps: Tonight our friends J & M came over for Hobos and Mojitos night. I made my first pitcher of the minty goodness and we watched this movie on Sundance called Catching Out about tramps who ride trains illegally. I'm fascinated by one hobo named Lee, who lives in the woods and was part of this group called Hunting Saboteurs, like this one, who protected animals by tracking hunters through the woods and sounding air horns to scare the cuddly but delicious beasts into running away before they got shot at. I prefer to stay away from people with guns in the woods. Also, I like to eat animals. Tuesday, June 8, 2004 Trapeze just seems to be getting harder and harder. My hands are raw and muscles rather achy. But! we got to work on the "outside rig". Climbing ropes is much more fun when your surrounded by big beautiful trees. Tonight Brian and I defrosted the top of our wedding cake. Yes, the one-year milestone has passed (May 25th). The cake's frosting still looked like a basket (hence me calling it a basket cake, oh I still laugh, ho ho ho) although it wasn't as delicious as one-year-frozen cake frosting could have been. So instead, I gorged on the lemony filling. Yum! Today I read this very interesting article from the Post. World leaders have to be friends with each other?
Monday, June 7, 2004 Tonight I saw David Sedaris speak at the Borders on Broad and Chestnut and asked him if he took the $200 from the masterbator and he said yes.
In other news, the scoot is back in town and I am so happy about it. Gosh, I haven't written in a while. More updates: Bermuda was a blast and we realized that cruises definitely contribute to the obsesity that is America. Me and Mgh fell in love with our waiter, whose name was Antun, and awaited an invitation to the Pillow Room. I had some work done on my nose but it looks just fine now, thank you. The last two movies I saw were Coffee & Cigarettes and The Story of the Weeping Camel. Umm, oh, and I ate Chinese food two nights in a row. Dee-liciouso. Au revoir.
Thursday, May 13, 2004 Welcome back, Cooter. It's nice to return to pitaland on occassion when I can take my life out of fast-forward motion. Some things to note: 1. Today is my sister's 25th birthday, and she sounds all breathy and weirded out, like being a quarter-century is a big deal. Ha ha. I got her a poster from the Heads of State and it looks super cool framed. (It's the cow one, shh don't tell.) 2. My cry for help: Brian's hard drive died and we lost all of our honeymoon Galapagos pictures. If anyone has any of them saved, could you send them to me? 3. Two monthes of trapeze down -- and we start the summer session in 2 weeks on the ominous-sounding outdoor rig. Eek! 4. Soon, very soon Beagle and I set sail for Bermuda, where we plan to drink lots of dark & stormies and rum swizzles and snorkel like crazy. 5. If you can catch it, definitely check out Found Magazine's 50 state tour. It's a freakin' hoot, and if you bring stuff that you find, they'll let you read it to the crowd!!! 6. What else? Well I hope everyone is well, happy and safe and having kooky times. More later . . . s. |
