Sunday, March 28, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
On the way to the grocery store a nice man pointed out these two cuties to Nox and I. They were digging in the mud for roots and munching on them, and didn't give a fuck how close were were. I've never seen one so close: I was impressed with their funny tails and feetsies.
In other news, I'm sick again. WTF? Stupid stress, I usually only get sick once a year or so. It isn't full blown yet so I'm ODing on Vitamin C, echinacea and ginger-garlic tea to drive it away.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
I must say that it has been a disappointingly dull first day of spring. The sky is gloomy and my head doesn’t want to function at a regular capacity, I’m plugging along at mediocre. When I woke up little flakes of snow were falling.
I’ve seen robins, cardinals and even a pair of sparrow hawks in the past week-very encouraging signs for warm weather.
I got some things done though: I never want for reading material as exams are on the horizon, and I’ve been banging away at my sewing machine attempting to achieve something that isn’t wrinkled at the seams, wonky at the hem, or sewn inside out. I’ve been attempting all winter now, and I’m beginning to make some progress. One pair of pants has been altered nearly to my liking, and today I turned a sack of a dress with huge floppy sleeves into something rather nice. As Scrumpy pointed out it looks a little ‘formal’ as the shape is quite traditional, however I’m sure that I can make it look dumpstery enough with some accessories and trademark stank.
Friday, March 19, 2010
“We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like, "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive . . ."And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about 100 miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?"
Press registration for the fabulous Mint 400 was already under way, and we had to get there by 4 to claim our soundproof suite…The sporting editors had also given me $300 in cash, most of which was already spent on extremely dangerous drugs. The trunk of the car looked like a mobile police narcotics lab. We had two bags of grass, 75 pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers . . . and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.
All this had been rounded up the night before, in a frenzy of high-speed driving all over Los Angeles County -- from Topanga to Watts, we picked up everything we could get our hands on. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.”
-Hunter S Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
On Wednesday it was glorious nice and Nox and I went to the park. We made up a picnic with bread and almonds and other deliciousness and watched ducks. I bought him a coffee and we lay in the sun for a while-I got burned a little-and played in the woods and talked. It’s fantastic to be able to go to the park again, and even better to stay until five o’clock with the sun still smiling away.
I love the colours at this time of year, especially how they contrast with the sky. Olive, forest, khaki, and tan, chocolate, ochre and yellow stretch and yawn and wait for the sun to burn them to life again.
Eventually I found a drain tunnel to play in and we got silly with it. Any time that I can get underground, or even wedge myself into a dark corner I do it. I’m not sure what it is about these places but I find them so magical; they smile on something in me.
I have listened to Sunglasses at Night too many times in the past few days.
Also: please pretend that you can't see my ass in that last picture.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Nox, Scrumpy and I toured appartments in search of something to suit us all. My favorite was on the seventh floor with a balcony and floods of sunlight. I took these in a lovely neighborhood where we may-but more likely may not-live in the future.
The sun is shining again, spring seems to be upon us.
"The children rejoice" as I used to say.