Will you meet me in the air?

1 // I throw my head to the heavens and ask, "WHY IS 'SISTER GOLDEN HAIR' PERMANENTLY STUCK IN MY HEAD? WHY O WHY?"

2 // Usually things are much more simple than we think, but occasionally they are way more fucked up and convoluted and crazy than we'd let ourselves believe.

3 // I am reading that great big fat book everybody's reading! Donna Tartt...The Goldfinch, that's the one! I like it. It has sucked me in and I stay up too late nightly reading just one more chapter.

4 // The dog is not my child, the dog is my friend, my dog, my beloved companion. It's just that the protocol at the dog beach seems to be that we refer to each other (us humans, that is), as "Blackie's mom" and "Sparky's dad." Mark and I do not do that, even though Mark secretly wants to run away with Gus and live in a little cabin in the woods.

5 // So much TV, but SO? You wanna make something of it? Also, see: book-reading, above. Most days, I also complete many hours of billable work, and clean the basement for an hour or so, and sometimes I even vacuum & such. We have started The Good Wife, and finished season one of The Leftovers.

6 // Still with that salad. It's so good.

7 // I need to not listen to the news for a while.

le charme discret

i finally watched this movie, years after borrowing it from a friend and keeping it for months and never viewing it and finally returning it to him -- and years after my (least) favorite crazy customer at casco bay books accused me of being just like the bourgeois characters in the film! yes, indeedy, she was a special lady from the early days of the bookstore who masqueraded as sane while shopping, and who made large purchases of interesting books, thereby fooling me into thinking...you know, that she wasn't INSANE. she would rope me into conversations that became progressively more hostile and insulting, bizarrely. i can hardly even capture what they were like, except that the one in which she mentioned the discreet charm of the bourgeoisie began with her asking me what i thought about the role of first ladies in the white house and ended with her yelling at me, "it's pasty-faced people like you who make the world the way it is!" the last time i ever saw her i was prepared; as she attempted to start a "conversation" with me, i refused to respond except as required to ring up her purchases. when i finally handed her a receipt and smiled and said, "thank you," she grabbed it and said in a crazy-person voice, "thank you. you've been very, very rude!"

oh yeah -- i loved this movie!!