Tuesday, December 19, 2006

richard the third as it was meant to be done

God, do I miss Peter Sellers.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

ooh, spooky

Foolosh Owl tagged me, so now I have to reveal what's closest to my bed. How embarrassing. But eerie too, in light of the fact that I had several artist model colleagues in my house last night, and we were talking about nudity. And in my own defense, I own the item in question for research purposes.

Here's the meme, which you may have seen before:

1. Grab the book closest to you.
2. Open to page 123, go down to the fifth sentence
3. Post the text of next 3 sentences on your blog
4. Name of the book and the author
5. Tag three people

Observer: Does this mean that all pornography should be freely available to adults?

Camille Paglia: I am on record as saying that one can reasonably restrict public displays of pornography. The public spaces, the free spaces, and so on belong to both traditions--the Judeo-Christian and the pagan--and therefore a person should not have to have naked ladies overwhelming the eye from a newsstand.

Vamps and Tramps, Camille Paglia


Okay, who's next... hmm. How about Larissa, Bwana, and Kate. Because of course, what with the holidays and everything, y'all have plenty of free time on your hands. Heh heh.

Friday, December 15, 2006

does this guy look like doctor spock to anyone else?

Another reason I'm sometimes proud to be human.

Things are still very busy, and I'm ambivalent about blogging if I can't do it well. Well-ish. But the nutshell is that I'm growing fond of my weird little living situation in Oakland. It feels very good in this space, and I love being able to walk down the street at night without getting panhandled or otherwise solicited.

Doing a lot of catering bar shifts. Just turned 37 on Monday. Thinking about going to Spain in March. Still eating too much raw cookie dough and not enough salad. Got fancy new tires on my bike--"Armadilloes"--lined with Kevlar. So if anyone tries to shoot my bike, I should be able to keep riding.

Too tired to think of anything else to relate... hopefully I'll be more intelligent in January.