I thought it would be different, after, but I still can’t find the words. I’ve taken to carrying the old moleskine along on my lonely commute in case i happen onto my muse, but so far — no luck.
It’s today again. Maybe.
Suppose i can answer a couple qotd’s in the meantime: karaoke? Always enjoy singing Sarah McLachlan. or Norah Jones. or anyone else who can transform voice into something altogether liquid. I wish I could do that. My favorite children’s movie? Oh, i wish i could narrow something like that down. Well, let’s see: I’ve always had a soft spot for Pinocchio. Majo no takkyuubin gets a nod, as well.Home-made poutine, with roasted sweet potato wedges, chicken-gravy-from-a-jar and beecher’s market herb cheese curds. Lovely, mild, warm, homey, tasty.
Paris Hilton’s album has been on near constant repeat in my office at work. I’m so ashamed! But it’s just so, so catchy — plus you have to admire the sheer audacity required to record an non-ironic cover of Rod Stewart’s “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy?”
Recording my dreams again, almost daily; so far this week I’ve been a wrestling Harajuku schoolgirl, a traveller in a miniature Athens, a visitor in Marrakesh. I’ve seen a bearded female Hamlet battle a faceless android Laertes on a stage of glowing, red concentric circles. I’m a tourist in my own head these days.
Writing has taken a back seat to Enchanted Arms, but I’m done, finally done, free! And watching Paul Gross and Julie Cox in 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. Feel undersea myself as rain & cold have returned to Seattle, as they do, and last night went so far as to dream about being aboard a ferry as it suddenly submerged to the ocean floor. Strange convergences.What will I catch in my butterfly net tonight? I can hardly wait to see.
Pretty disappointing, really — far too sweet, and without the cake the sticky toffee loses its magic. And also: the package is just obscene, containing ten bars! What am I going to do with all the leftover sweetness?
In tastier news, cranberry & hazelnut Raincoast Crisps are unambiguous goodness, espcially topped with a good triple cream cheese (ours: Delice de Bourgogne). If only they were cheaper! When your crackers cost more than your cheese, you know you’re shopping at Whole Foods…
All candy and no depth lately, it seems. Is it possible to talk one’s well of emotion dry? And yet i’m happy, happier than i’ve been in a long time.Problem is, i feel guilty saying so.