So Loving This Stuff

I'm sick. I'm cranky. And the walkway to my car is a sheet of ice. Thanks, Mr. Landlord. Its already working its magic...

C-c-c-c-old

The Flu...lentil soup helps.

Slip

And now I know why they are called slips. Many moons ago while walking down 23rd Street, off Lex, I felt something tugging at my knees. To my horror I saw that my slip had...slipped, and was at my ankles. Clearly the elastic had snapped, allowing the offending undergarment to slither down. So I just stepped out of it and kept walking.

As you can see above, that is my slip on the floor of my office. WTF?

Is this common?

President Obama

Hail to the Chief!

Rev Lowery - right on: “when brown can stick around, when yellow will be mellow, when the red man can get ahead man and when white would embrace what is right.”

For Today

As of this moment I bow to the universe and give thanks for: Sri Ram Chalisa, Ling, having pals who are willing to do Dance Dance Revolution in public, Nag Champa, and, most of all, I am grateful for having another moment to start again.....

Bad Precedent

I'm in the middle of an art project (for all you real artists, I guess you'd say a "craft" project - sorry!) and my printer just wouldn't print. I tried every troubleshooting idea I could think of and then some. Re-boot, un-plug, re-plug, blah blah blah.

So I cried.

And it worked.

That is a really bad precedent.

Dreaming in Color

I dreamt in color for the second time in about 6 weeks. Before that, I cannot remember the last time - years ago? decades ago? Last night/this morning I saw Coney Island Astroland through the car window - driving with Osito. The other one I was at the dojo and a turtle jumped in through the window. Go ahead all you analysts...give it your best shot.

Do you dream in color? Do you remember your dreams?

Where is Imelda Marcos Now?

I don't really believe that throwing shoes is the best way to make a political statement, however, virtual shoe-throwing is A-OK. Go ahead and give it a try. Use your mouse to move left and right, and click to let it fly......here

I'm Just an Animal Looking for a Home

This morning I heard the Talking Heads' Naive Melody and it just touched me. I loved it in 1983 and it still really holds up. So I started the day with "Never For Money Always For Love" in my ears.


I went to see:





David Byrne's (from the Talking Heads) "Playing the building, a sound installation in which the infrastructure, the physical plant of the building, is converted into a giant musical instrument. Devices are attached to the building structure — to the metal beams and pillars, the heating pipes, the water pipes — and are used to make these things produce sound. The activations are of three types: wind, vibration, striking. The devices do not produce sound themselves, but they cause the building elements to vibrate, resonate and oscillate so that the building itself becomes a very large musical instrument."


Never for Money, Always for Love, Cover Up and say Goodnight, say Goodnight.....

Freaky Monday

A blog entry without a pic is visually unappealing to me, so here is a kinkajou.

Yesterday was crazy. I work for a great non-profit organization, but yesterday they initiated lay-offs. It was terrifying. Someone I consider a good work friend was let go and it broke my heart. And then, I got some great news, which I can't share except to say it involves meatballs.

And then I got a call from my ex step-son (uh....what is the new name of that relationship? I'd like to say that he called to say hi, or in response to my "just saying hi" or "Merry Christmas" texts, but that would not be true. He called to share his excitement about his brand new car. Why call me? Because his biomom and biodad aren't impressed with his new car....since it replaces the the second one he's crashed...

Here's to an uneventful Tuesday.

I have a couch!

Now that I look at it, I guess it needs to be ironed. And I should take the tags off the pillows. (Nothing like a little perspective, huh?)

It's Calling to Me

Oh, my sweet pupusa, you call to me from the fridge. 6am pupusa...