Volp the Vamp

Last Saturday went off without a hitch. Mark and I looked fabulous. Mark read from his dream journal, a very spooky and odd dream. I danced a Can-Can in two-inch heels and read some poetry. I think they liked us. We went to breakfast at Jack�s Roadhouse after changing and were under whelmed by the food and service. Considering the hour, the crowd that was there and the number of staff available I suppose it is understandable but I will avoid it in the future like I did Minnie�s on Broadway.

I�ve been helping Amy at pistilbooks.com figure out her scanner and teaching her about web graphics. She was very gracious and gave me an early holiday present of one of her Ex Libris recycled blank books. This is a rebinding technique to scavenge library books that have been removed from circulation and refill the sturdy bindings with blank pages. Her present to me was an experiment with an older binding from a German language book that was volume two of a collection of business books from the late eighteen hundreds or early twentieth century. It was lettered in gothic gold leaf with embossing on the faux leather cloth cover. Very exquisite and ostentatious without being gaudy. I�m looking forward to filling its pages.

I�m bursting to tell you all about the seahorse and the bat, but I don�t want to rush events that are only in my mind�s eye. Suffice to say that I received a fortune from a fortune cookie a few weeks ago that suggested that I would be traveling soon, I hope by �great waters� the fortune teller meant the Columbia basin and not the Pacific Ocean. With some luck, planning and good friends that fortune may become a reality.

Last night I was invited by Kurt, one of the former employee�s of CPM, to attend a small party at his residence on Capital Hill. He rents a room in a lovely and well appointed home near Lowell School on Capital Hill. There were several familiar faces there of people I know I�ve met before at parties over the years. I had a lovely time and managed to not embarrass myself too much although there was at least one incredulous moment when I suggested a prevention for prostrate cancer.