Sunday, July 30, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Monday, July 24, 2006
And creeping to the window for the final check.
I never know what to expect when I look out. A flapping dog leash in the form of a noose. A ring of dancing jackrabbits (sinister animals). Maybe an eye peering back. But I was not prepared, in bending back the blind, for it to make the same noise that woke me. At that hour strange logic asserts itself and I felt sure that it could have only been me that I had heard minutes ago--standing there, dreaming myself back in bed and waking myself in turn. Or maybe I'd been late for my nightly appointment at the window and some ghostly impulse had given the blinds a sympathetic flick. Anyway, I was comforted where I probably should not have been, and followed my previous and future shades back to sleep.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Monday, July 17, 2006
I suppose it's only fitting that I offset a weekend spent marvelling (as an outsider) at the bonds of sisterhood with an ode to the two worst sisters in literature. Balance things out a little, as I'm sure it's not all mohitos and chocolate ice cream and shared sparkly shirts. Though I could be wrong.
Aside from a scheming duo in Arabian Nights that would switch out their sister's newborns for puppies, these two are the worst of the lot. Not to mention successful, having managed spots in the biggies of both mythology and fairytale. All despite the obstacles of merchant class mediocrity, and pinching corsets, and sub-par husbands. You've got to admire their persistence.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Oh, and the band was selling t-shirts in the Shea's lobby before the show--next to the bar, under the painting of Lucille Ball, largely ignored. It was all pretty perfect.
Monday, July 10, 2006
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Congrats also go out to UltraViolet for unseating Daredevil as Shittiest Movie. Affleck had a good long run, but he fell to flaming swords, sharp one-liners, and the omnipresent pelvic area of Milla Jovovich.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
They came bearing gifts, among which were spices, hot sauce, handmade Indian kitzch (the New Mexican natives have this crazy knack for nitelights), a set of godawful monogrammed coasters that by week's end will have been tucked away, and this:
It's an actual paper with actual articles and we're actually planning on framing and hanging it. So, feel free to either covet or condemn, according to your inclination.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Snubbed a porchly Fourth in favor of rockers and fireflies. Ate some mean brats. Hounded other peoples' dogs. Followed a glittering line of connect-the-dots back into the city on a well-timed drive home. Listened to music that filled the dark corners perfectly. Sat under a flag.