gold and silver linesIt's a beautiful goddamn day.
I mean, hey, I can see the sun.
But I also see miles and miles of nothing but blue sky. That pure, brilliant watercolor blue sky. The kind you only see on winter days when there's no smog to dilute it, and the lines and shapes of the world are sharp and clear because there's no heat to smudge them. The kind where the sunlight on the hills and the trees and the buildings is so golden it looks like you could step into it and be warm, even though you can't.
THAT kind of day.
Of course, it snowed everywhere else around here, and I really like snow, so maybe, just a teensy-tiny bit, I wish the world were white today instead.
But I still love this day.
Song: U2, Heartland
Saturday, December 20
somebody tell me the oddsEntirely independent of one another, Marcus and I bought each other the same Christmas gift:
The Meaning of Everything," about the compilation of the
Oxford English Dictionary. We had never discussed this book. So far as I know, the first time either of us became aware it existed was when we walked into our respective bookstores in search of presents. The fact that we each decided it was perfect for the other likely indicates that we are
a) geeks and
b) sharing a brain.
Thursday, December 18
coming up roses everywhere you go
Because I am filled with love for the world, ALL HAIL:
- Veggie nuggets. Just like chicken nuggets, only without nasty, crunchy surprises inside.
- Subway's Italian BMT. Horrible for me, no doubt, but so very tasty.
- Grammar. I ask you: What's not to love about compound modifiers? Gerunds? Transitive verbs? The mighty semicolon?
- The words of the day. Which are: blunder, fiendish, irascible. Why? Because I said so.
- Sports Night. And the nice boy who sent me his DVDs when I mentioned I missed watching it. Spend enough time with it, and the rest of the world will sound as though it's talking in half speed with deliberate stupidity.
- The blender. Too bad I don't like margaritas. But there's some cheap hummus in my future.
- Rice cakes with hummus. The snack of champions.
- Lists. Because why go to the work of writing prose when you don't have to?
Song: Elliott Smith, "Coming Up Roses"
Saturday, December 13
we're all so upset about the disappearing groundLast night I dreamed that I told off George W. Bush.
He mostly just sat there looking smug, and I was finally forced to stalk off and fume about the powerlessness of my righteous indignation to make him crack like an egg and admit I'm right, and then resign.
Which is a pretty good reflection of real life.
Song: Rilo Kiley, "The Good That Won't Come Out"
