Saturday, June 25, 2005
Fitting, then, that I'm about to fly far, far away. To a land of fresh fish, Campari & Tonic and pre-dinner cheese plates.
The only thing I plan on staring at are golf balls and books.
And possibly a 10pm-sunset or two.
So, be nice. Back just in time for the fireworks.
Friday, June 24, 2005
Same goes for spiders. Daddy long-legs. Roly-polies. Pretty much anything minus roaches and mosquitoes.
Apparently, word travels fast in Insect Kingdom, because this morning when Oskar and I innocently decided to stroll around the 'hood, we practically bumped into a wasp nest. On my front door.
So I'm thinking I should revisit my policy. I'm all for sharing my miniature house. But not so sure about welcoming things that sting.
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Despite the ups and down and almost-coffee-spills, the keys to focused traveling are, clearly, words and songs. Books and music. Stories and tunes.
And if you're ever en route from DC to Seattle, the following will block out *almost* everything that's happening outside your teensy, tiny window.
- "Under and Alone" by William Queen
- "The Devil in the White City" by Erik Larson
- "Rebels" -- Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
- "Excuse Me While I Break My Own Heart" -- Whiskeytown
- "Here Comes Your Man" -- Pixies
- "Going Back to Louisiana" -- Kim Carson
- "Built to Last" -- Grateful Dead
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
- The slippers are tied together with blue, silk ribbon
- Complimentary copy of Saveur
- In-room thermostat is brilliantly tuned
- Coffee pot brews one perfect cup (just add a little less water)
- Pillows: plump, plush, paramount
- There's actually an ottoman
- Shampoo and conditioner in non-fakey bottles -- it's a girlie thing
- Ultra-thin, super-warm, down duvet
- Walking distance to Dupont Circle
- Eggwhite frittata with goat cheese and roasted red peppers
ps. Clearly neglected to mention that they've gotten me delightfully confused with royalty: the suite is magical.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Hoping you had a lovely evening with Claudia and the kids. I noticed the nice man in the seat behind us offered to carry your medicine bag. And when I deboarded I spotted your wheelchair and walker -- looks like you were taken care of.
Norman, still chuckling about Henry, the cane. An appropriate name indeed. Oh, and don't even worry about the orange juice. That's the beauty of jeans: everything wipes right off.
ps. Nanette, the book you wanted to recommend for your daughter's reading club is "Devil in the White City." We both know there's few things better in life than a good story.
Monday, June 20, 2005
I'll bet that most who travel to Mexico for margaritas and mole would slip an occasional "si, por favor" and "de nada" into their daily banter, as a teensy tiny homage to the land they're visiting.
But when the director of the CIA says that he has "an excellent idea" where one of the most notorious criminals of modern times is hiding -- but is trying to figure out how to capture him without stepping on the toes of foreign nations -- balking is the only polite reaction.
ps. Read this.
Saturday, June 18, 2005
For $15, I get 35 minutes of sunlit-bench-book-time while someone else primps, pampers and polishes my blue-and-gray mode of transportation. In mere moments, all nooks and crannies are free from dust and gum-wrappers, and the backseat is once again useable.
So yes, I admit it, driving clean definitely has its perks.
But after spending 18 minutes (timed to the last second) watching a sour-looking man point and scratch and practically sniff every square inch of his Toyota Tercel -- constantly finding "spots" or "smudges" or "imperfections" I felt like using my magic miniature powers and flying away.
Why do we uselessly obsess when we could just as well be productively reveling?
Friday, June 17, 2005
But just as convinced oratory is completely appealing, ideas that are blown wayward by the winds are less than compelling. Nothing wrong with wavering, slightly. Or smartly blinking before you commit. As long as it doesn't turn to silly, smothering, indecisiveness.
Which is why I don't get the lust for this.
It's almost as if to please everyone, you have to resort to saying nothing.
Sadly, it seems the maddening appetite for reality has usurped the very core of what print should be: punditious. Yes, that's a new word. Fabulously fitting, though.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
But honestly, if you're trying to gain snap-shot insight into the inner workings -- or bizzarro-traits -- of that certain someone, give the ol' nightstand a gander. You'd be surprised at how telling it really is.
- hello kitty radio alarm clock
- wishing stones box with emil's old dog tags
- journal with deliciously smooth ink pen
- cucumber-melon hand cream
- old lamp with weird-but-lovely-when-lit lampshade
- two candles, used matches and a sushi roku match book
- a teetering pile of books
- yellow, pocket-sized photo album with favorite sweden pics
- sandal-scandal footsie lotion
Explains everything, doesn't it?
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
But everything changes on Wednesdays.
It's Food Day. Capital F, capital D.
While you needn't be a culinary cohort to exude edible passions, it does help to dream in asparagus and olive-oil-kissed farfalle. But before you skip over those delightfully addictive pages, remember that even the kitchen-challenged need sustenance. And in addition to your superb wit and tantalizing charm -- not to mention glorious looks -- consider adding the mastery of at least one "dish" to your personality lexicon.
You'll be that much more appealing. Promise.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Stories spin the world. Morals, madness and magic. Impossible to imagine days without "have you heard," "listen to this" -- or everyone's favorite: "once upon a time."
So, what's yours?
Miguel, the gardener, has a nephew with a blue-and-green-and-yellow bedroom ceiling fan. The retired lady who cruises around the block in faded overalls whispers to dogs. And the old man in the tiny house moseys with his walker at least three times a day.
Share your daily slices. They're what everyone else wakes up for.
Monday, June 13, 2005
But despite the unavoidable incoherence this might create, consider the good:
- what better way to encourage collaborative communication, than to begin on opposing ends?
Seriously. Can't think of anything more dull than same-ness. And if everyone got it right the first time, all opportunities for reconciliation -- and the luxuries tied to it -- would go by the wayside.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
She's 80 years old. And she's got more energy than many 30-somethings.
The first time we chatted she told me I had a bird's nest in the vent above my bedroom window. A couple of weeks later, we bonded over ants and the best way to repel them from our driveways. (She prefers soapy water; it's not as toxic.)
She jokes. She laughs. She inquires about Oskar's stick-filled dog walks. And she definitely doesn't complain. And why would she? Pies are in the oven and the she's running out the door to help her younger, 75-year-old gal-pal get comfy in the front seat.
Saturday, June 11, 2005
That would be a Mercedes or BMW.
Worlds collide at the most randomly disjointed times. So it should really come as no surprise that in the midst of my rock-star afternoon, I'd encounter a slice of life a la soon-to-be-a-Brentwood-junior.
But instead of leaving me appalled at the wanton luxury at the hands of someone half my age, I practically beamed in my salon chair. It's so completely refreshing to stumble across someone -- anyone -- who doesn't hesitate to *be*.
Friday, June 10, 2005
But, oh my, it's tantalizingly trickster to beat days of defiant freedom.
Entire expanses of time sans telephones and car-treks. Not a being in sight to intrude on what you've so clearly coveted for the past few days:
Yum. And as an added bonus: if you're able to prioritize *magical you* for even just a few, your rating on the scale of fabulous jumps at least three points.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
The ticket was for transporting a friend on the back of the bike. Next time you're vehicle-less, remember that unless you're still in the first grade, this apparently "reckless" activity is verboten.
The fine? Five Euros.
The lesson? Clearly throw caution to the wind and ride, ride, ride. In a seemingly black-and-white world, only those who challenge what is will experience the luxury of life as it's meant to be lived.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Timing runs the world. Not clocks and second-hands. But minute-related coincidences that sometimes translate to windy paths and pebble-strewn roads.
So what to do?
Nothing, really. Except try to understand it. And, blindly, put all our faith in the magic of the time-piece.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
No matter what, they'll stand by you. And if anyone dare criticize that which makes you adorably cute, they're the first to remind you of exactly what you deserve.
But mostly: it's the glitter, the smiles, the twinkling conversations and kisses on the cheek. The way they scan a room and immediately spot the trendy and totally glam.
Are boys afforded this same luxury? Not sure. But just to be safe, treasure the girlies. They're ellusive and delightful -- pretty much exactly what you need ensure flutter-by scented days.
Monday, June 06, 2005
But most of all, listen to yourself.
Take a deep breath. Listen again. And then, decidedly act.
You know what to do.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Whether you're swinging and swaying to music that only you can hear, or sharing your genius wit with complete strangers -- deviate not. Remember who you are and why you got there. Revel in your glitter, magic, addictive-ly happy spirit.
Yes, you'll encounter detractors.
But guaranteed they've yet to realize the power of self.
Saturday, June 04, 2005
When did soil, the kind you trample everyday in your backyard, become such a commodity? I bet if you left the house with a paper bag and beach shovel, you'd return with a bounty within moments. (And yes, as I slowly meandered down the sidewalk, two trucks idly sidled by, intently contemplating the outrageous proposition.)
And then, clarity.
In a world of $3 water and $5 gallons of milk, the very concept of "free" takes on new meaning. It's like instant addiction: if it's free, it must be worth having.
Wondering if I've just stumbled across a means of getting rid of my broken mop and quasi-functioning umbrella ....
Friday, June 03, 2005
Sadly, it appears easier said than done.
But since we already know one voice can inspire multitudes, why not try supporting anything and everything that dares to speak. Or whisper. Cry. Sing. I think we might find ourselves in a land of lovely-ness, instead of baren-ness.
But only if you promise to play.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
- Too comfy with what is
- Worried about looking silly
- Convinced it would never work
- Ignored your gut
- Forgot the invincible power of dreams
Hmm. Not so sure any of those are really all that valid .... Besides, what would have happened if the brilliant mind behind the toaster had listened to his friends who told him there wasn't really a market for addictively crispy bread?
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Can you count the instances of wishy-washy -- or rather, being convinced to re-route your path -- on one hand? Or do you need another plus two feet?
What would happen if you lived your day exactly as you set out to do?
(And no, that doesn't count as a strike against you. The test starts ... now.)