damn thirsty

two nights in a row and I have drunk of the alcohol.

Friday saw a return from work at a reasonable hour and reading in the living room with some cheap supermarket wine. then, off to our favorite East German restaurant.

it was there (after the mystery of the sometimes friendly/sometimes not bald gay-ish waiter was revealed... like JR said, "Dani" is straight, but there is a super gay, different, bald German who knows who we are) that my next downfall crept into my mind. said waiter, dances five times a week. ballet. might I make my return to the barre with an adult beginner class? I mulled it over with TWO beers.

saturday brought an unexpected visit to Costco, to test the lifetime warranty on their tires. they replaced an repairable one (yes, I changed the flat myself). swim class, birthday picnic for chummy (a shared beer), a surprise birthday for our Latin Leprechaun (a beer, a martini, a shot of Jaegermeister, and a taste of Fernette) and, after putting the manfriend and the 17 year-old second cousin, I closed Moby Dicks with Bdawg and the newly-arrived Buffaloian (just water there).

my only regrets: missing ChrisO's band play at Great American Music Hall. time to figure out what I'm doing today... grocery shopping? emBEARisson Street fair? urban hooping? ballet?

10:22 a.m. 2005-08-21

theatre fag

sorry to be so prolific.

a weekend thought (that echoes a former employer's safety videos) that changes my outlook on life:

dress rehearsal has been cancelled.

I alone am responsible for how I feel and react to the world.

there doesn't have to be any sitting around feeling like I'm being pulled in every direction, or just awaiting release around a corner that may never come, or wishing for things to eventually get better, or spending days under tons of overdue duties.

5:35 p.m. 2005-08-15

A.D.D. ing to a list

I'm not a big fan of mental health diagnoses. not that I don't believe in them, it's just that I choose to believe that I should be perfect and, since I won't investigate any of the acronyms and how they may be affecting my life, I just blame laziness or lack of motivation for my own problems.

that said, it's time for another list to capture all of the things currently vying for my attention!

knitting (for pleasure, gifts and fashion)
knitting (for business with or without B)
knitting (for designing, fame and fortune)
writing (duh)
writing friends (email and paper)
blogging for reals (get a host, combine this, that and the other one)
running (for slimming and feeling alive in my own body)
swimming (for next years homosexual sporting event)
yoga (for strength and increased flexibility)
hooping (for fun and joy and a side of abs)
reading (for pleasure)
reading self-help (for manifesting a future)
filmmaking (for another medium)

that's about all. I have lots of travel coming up. I don't need new-fangled gadgets to improve my life. I don't want to do any new event or race to prove myself. I don't...

I'm back after drifting off to another corner of the Interweb. What are those letters again?

5:13 p.m. 2005-08-15

a little night music, some swelling and a herpes friend

just got home from a The White Stripes concert. I won tickets driving home from work on Thursday evening off of the radio. didn't expect that to happen. it was at the Greek, an outdoor theater in Berkeley. it was my second time there (the first included hanging out backstage with R.E.M. at their concert). an amazing show, obvious genius, and, yes, it's just the two of them.

another highlight of recent days: I'm nursing two oral wounds from some overzealous hooping. in the spirit of hula. yes, I've found a new hobby. seeing The Mutaytor finally pushed me over the edge. no longer content to spectate, and inspired by one former and one current coworker, I took a class at Temple of Poi where B takes. hmmm, emmalola, didn't you start firedancing after BM? I don't want to do fire, but I love how I'm always two steps or years behind you.

unrelated to her spinning talents, B has been stricken with shingles. what started out as a boob rash is now rather painful and exhausting. I spent Friday with her, Napoleon Dynamite, some Hubley animation and great moments of the Olympics. psychosommatically, I have many a phantom itch on my body. it would be nice to have some time off, but would mess up my Montreal trip and the Poland/Baltics excursion in September.

watch this space for further details.

12:07 a.m. 2005-08-14

quelle inspiration

had dinner on Sunday night with my lovely friend G. he's a photographer and an actual living and breathing artist.

rummaging through my gmail, I found a poem that he wrote me, no author cited. I now share that with you:

I find it odd, but still it's true
that poopy diapers, minus poo
are awfully sad, and awfully blue.
I'm just a diaper without you.

A cotton diaper catches dung
on baby's bottom, pink and young.
I'll be your diaper, strong and tall,
and catch you, poop-head, when you fall.

Dionne Warwick couldn't have sung it any better. thanks, friend

6:01 p.m. 2005-08-09

day's end

it's been an integrated day of work and reading. I feel productive and have read up the handful of blogs I follow.

how boring to write about reading other people's blogs. that's what link lists are for. yet another reason to migrate my many words to another platform.

my gold diaryland account for my more private, more lengthy blog has expired, all images broken. it would be a shame to retire that url.

time to close up shop here at my desk and head out to knitting. haven't been to the cafe for months. it will be nice to see the peoples.

5:58 p.m. 2005-08-01

past - future