Archive | April, 2012

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Munich was sunlit and warm when we visited a few weeks ago. So warm, in fact, that Rand and I – along with hundreds of other folks – were able to eat lunch outside at Viktualienmarkt downtown (I believe we were at the Schlemmermaier Sausage Stand, a name I cannot read, much less say, without erupting into a fit of delighted giggles. Germany is magical).

When we returned from our trip, someone asked if I had gotten my tan in Spain, and I shook my head.

“Bavaria,” I said. “I got a tan in Bavaria.”

I love saying that. It’s like telling someone you got frostbite in the Bahamas. Or quit drinking while in Vegas. Or got chlamydia while visiting the Vatic-

NO. Not going there. That’s an awful joke. In fact, I’m just going to shut my trap and let the photos do most of the talking for me. I hope you don’t mind. Nothing but filth comes out of my mouth anyway.

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I can't believe this is real. I fear for the children.

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A black and white cookie that happens to be all white.

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I am constantly thinking that I know best. My viewpoint can be so myopic that I have to make a concerted, agonizing effort to see the other side of things. I approve comments on the blog from people with whom I disagree. I travel around, meeting people who see things – and live life – far differently than I do.

And I love a man who is the polar opposite of me: Calm. Reasonable. Level-headed. Sometimes, I even listen to him.

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I’ve never been much of a sucker for flowers.

Ultimately they start to wilt, no matter how often you trim the ends. Inevitably they end up in the trash or the compost heap, a mixture of brittle petals and waterlogged stems. Flowers don’t do it for me.

But add a dark-eyed boy in the mix to hold those flowers? SOLD. I mean, come on – I’m not made of WOOD, people. A dark-eyed boy holding flowers is almost up there with a dark-eyed boy holding baked goods (which are the only two things I need to be happy).

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Best. Wallpaper. Ever.

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I don’t get interior decorating.

This shouldn’t be too much of a surprise to anyone. I can barely dress myself, and I have the benefit of being scorned publicly by my peers – I can learn from positive reinforcement (no one laughed hysterically the moment I walked into the room? Great. Wear that outfit again.)

It’s been a rather crazy week – I’ve had my old friend Katie visiting, and I’m so busying exploring Seattle with her, I haven’t had much time to blog.

I know, I know: rough life.

But I couldn’t resist taking some time to share these links with you. They made me laugh. And think. And occasionally roll my eyes. Huh. They’re not unlike Katie in that respect. Enjoy.

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Artist Nina Katchadourian’s project, Lavatory Self-Portraits in the Flemish Style is absolutely brilliant. Using only her camera phone and a few props (mostly from the airplane lav), she creates some fantastic images. It’s the greatest thing to happen inside an airplane bathroom since … um …

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If you haven’t seen Caine’s Arcade – about an ingenious little boy in East L.A. who made his own arcade out of cardboard – watch it immediately.

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My friend Katie is coming to visit. By the time this post goes live, she’ll be here.

I have been nervously anticipating her visit, in the same way I do all encounters with friends from my childhood. Katie and I have known eachother since the fifth grade. For more than two decades, she’s had some role in my life, bet it supporting, star, or the special guest who pops up now and then during Sweeps week.

The last time she came to town, a nose-picking orgy ensued.

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Having a shared history together, I am petrified that I may do something in the present to screw it up. To taint childhood memories. To make things go south in a way that leaves me clutching my heart and thinking, “Why did that happen?”

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I intended to hang on to the elephant for longer. Rand bought him for me on a rainy afternoon at a toy store in Portland. He was sitting in clear bin in the window, with a zoofull of other animals.

A plastic menagerie.

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