Monday, February 27, 2006

Missed Callings

In the words of Dave Matthews, "Could I have been anyone other than me?" And the answer is...hells yeah.

10) Macaroni sculpture artist
9) Cocktail server at a resort in Mauritius (daily attire: bikini & SPF 30)
8) Dive master in Costa Rica
7) Commercial jingle writer
6) Chief Designer & Owner, specialty underwear conglomerate
5) Restauranteur--serving downhome Filipino fare
4) Non-event coordinator (14th wedding anniversary, Happy Vasectomy Day, "I just got fired" Happy Hour...)
3) Interior decorator for the celebrity set
2) Globe-trotting travel journalist, i.e., a female Rick Steves that ventures outside of the European continent (Lisa Ling took my job, that bitch!)
1) B-list rock star. I would name my band "Mala Alma," or "Bad Soul"

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Retraction

Uh, nix that last entry. This weekend has been unbearably, numbingly frigid. Father Winter continues to mess with me.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

You so wrong!

That groundhog predicted 6 more weeks of winter. It is going to be 58 degrees today. I am tickled ecstatic. Just tickled.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Accumulation

The snow has reached almost a foot outside. As much as I despise the cold, the falling snow is very picturesque, a slow-moving Eakins painting. The salt trucks haven’t yet marred the undisturbed sidewalks, with only a few tracks in the street from one or two cars and a few intrepid early morning winter storm fanatics traipsing through the white-washed city. Not sure why I’m up this early—it was another late night. (Actually, some busybody shoveling their sidewalk at 7:30 may have something to do with it.) I did get most of my deep sleep yesterday from 12pm to 4pm, so maybe I’ll tire down around noon. But I am feeling overcome with a childlike urge to go out & build snow women and igloos as I watch the drifting flakes through the window pane. Where are my gloves???

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Precipitation

Lounging on a gold velvet love chair in La Va, a quaint new cafe on 21st and South St. The thrift store-chic decor and wafting aroma of La Colombe coffee make for an inviting backdrop to the onset of the blizzard of 2006 through the windows lining the perimeter of the cafe. Am sipping on a spiced chai latte & readying myself for a quick read through a couple chapters of the latest book gracing my night table these days, Bill Bryson's "The Lost Continent." It's laugh out loud hilarious, btw. Feeling warm & fuzzy in spite of the winter storm unfolding before me.

Ta ta!

Thursday, February 09, 2006

And so life moves on along...

Whoa, it's been a while since I've served out a plateful of mindless chatter on this here blog. So, let me make haste in remedying the situation.

Since the last post, I have added yet another tick mark to the number of birthdays I have been blessed enough to witness thus far. The actual numbers are getting to be an annoyance to report, but otherwise, I feel quite alright with my "ripening." Punxatawney Phil saw his shadow on my natal day for the 96th (97th?) time in his history of weather prognostication. Damn you, Phil.

Shitty weather & aging aside, it is crazy how I am giddy with optimism for life and the future. Sure, not everything is sunshiny rainbows and pleasures, but I have never been so damn content with life. It's been so liberating to realize that there are things you can just choose not to worry about. I think I've gone off on this tangent once before, but ah well. It's not a bad thing, eh? Unless it's all delusional. I am a bit lacking in the sanity arena, so that's probably not altogether too far off!

Bla bla bla yes, I know it's all terribly boring, this senseless mushy mush! But, I must say, life is indeed good.

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