Dancin’ on a pony keg
Saturday, 31 December, 2005
Things with which I am currently totally obsessed:
- Wasabi & soy sauce almonds
- “Jackson,” sung by June Carter & Johnny Cash
- Making things. No, seriously, more than before. I’m inventing things now instead of just creating them. I sit at work all day and eat almonds and listen to “Jackson” on repeat and invent things to sew and knit.
Is this what not being in school is like?? You mean I’ll have time to … like … think?
(song: “Jackson,” June & Johnny)
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In the catalog under list
Of breathing in the sheets
Thursday, 29 December, 2005
Overheard at SeaTac airport (can you call it overheard if it’s over the PA?) last Friday:
“Uh, passengers on flight [whatever] to [wherever], this is your pilot speaking … I regret to inform you that they found something wrong with the plane during the walkaround inspection, and they are waiting on a mechanic to come check it out. I can’t really give you an estimated time of departure; we just have to wait. I’d really like to give you a time, but I really just don’t know, and if I did tell you a time, I’d just be pulling it out of my … … … uh … um … out of … the back of my head.”
(song: “All is Grace,” crazy Will Oldham)
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And a woman needs a man
Thursday, 15 December, 2005
Today I got a mystery package. It was from CAT & GIRL. G. emailed me at work to say “Your package from Cat & Girl is here!” and I was very confused, because I did not order anything from Cat & Girl. So I was very excited to come home from the bar — not so excited that I didn’t drink three drinks, mind you — and figure out what the package was. True enough, it was from Cat & Girl: it is this shirt!!!
It’s a fish who wanted a bicycle and got one and “he’s the happiest fish in the god-damn world.” That fish may not need a bicycle, but damn, he really wanted one.
And there is a small hole in the bottom of the envelope, so if there was something in there indicating from whom it came, it might have fallen out. Or else it is a mystery package from a mystery sender who knows only my old Seattle address, and not my new one.
Thank you, mystery package sender!! You are awesome.
PS I do not need my bicycle, but damn, I love my bicycle.
(Song: “Tryin’ to Throw Your Arms Around The World,” U2)