The 150 mile MS ride is this weekend and I had to go foraging around for a tent – which in and of itself is amazing since S and I spent so much money on first rate camping gear when we went on our Sierra backpacking trip a few years ago. But when we left California, it was pretty much agreed that there would be no need of camping gear in Louisiana because, well because.…
Picked up Jake late this afternoon and he seemed tired – he said no one is getting sleep around his house – I said no kidding, let me guess, Eva? – yes, he said, Eva cries cries cries all through the night. We stopped in at Ace Hardware to get lock fix stuff for the door knob to the front of the LaLa that can’t manage to stay on. Then on the way back to…
1. Dark till after 6:30AM – how am I supposed to start my day when I’m up at 5:30 and at 6:30 I’m having to walk an alternate route with Loca because the park in the dark is not where I want to be? 2. The Mesmerizer responds. 3. The queasiness won’t go away – jet lag stomach.
I didn’t have jet lag in Turkey, or when I returned, I didn’t feel it in Shanghai, or when I returned to New York. But around Wednesday, in New York, I started getting the jet lag shake down – is queasiness a part of it? – I fall asleep at odd times as if I have been drugged – I can’t sleep when I’m supposed to – and I have this constant feeling like my…
I was talking to S about the dating scene and he told me about a woman who had all her self-definitions at the ready. He reminded me of a job interview I had years ago in San Francisco, where the woman asked me, “how do you define yourself?” and I wasn’t quite sure what to answer. And I said, “how do you mean?” and she said, “well, I’m a lesbian, a hiker, a _____” –…
I took Steve to the airport this morning and then came back ready for my long bike ride – the MS bike ride is this coming weekend – and as I was having breakfast, the sky turned dark and the rain came. So I sat on the porch with a cup of green tea and J came over and had a cup and we watched the rain come down. When it seemed like it had…
A bunch of people recommended the new James Lee Burke – Tin Roof Blowdown – saying it was one of his finest Dave Robicheaux mysteries not just because it dealt with Katrina. I don’t think so. I think Burke’s descriptions of New Iberia and New Orleans are some of the most evocative ever written, but this book was a boiler plate redo of past novels with the characters starting to border on cardboard cut outs.…
My friend and I were comparing our favorite billboard ads and his was the Marlboro Man, hands down – I said I loved the VW bug that said, Life’s Too Short To Be Miserable, Enjoy – and showed a yellow bug (almost like a happy face on wheels). IKEA has a new billboard up that I saw that says Home Is The Most Important Place in the World – and just arriving home after two…
Well the superman panties saw their last trip – and so Wonder Woman boyshorts are on the way.
I got a call last night from my Turkish friends here in NY trying to hook up – Merhaba, Rachel, canikom, askim, they tell me and it brings me right back to Istanbul and puts a big smile on my face. Then I keep saying how-da and way – okay and hi respectively in Chinese – this goes round my mind when I pick up the phone. And next I received an email from a…