Saturday, March 03, 2007

Went to Salsa Anyway Because It Is the Medicine for Every Ailment

Really it is. Kind of a boring class this afternoon, however, but it's always good to practice. The guys got all the flourish today. There's a ridiculously handsome guy (ridiculously young, too, unfortunately) in my class from Germany named Roddick, only I found out today that he's actually from Turkey and his name is Marrik.

I howled in my car after class about this--how easy it is to get things wrong.

On my drive home from Albany this evening, I looked up at the moon and it was a sliver, then about 20 minutes later looked up again and it was half-full. I was like "uh, what the hell is going on?" An eclipse is what!

Came home and in celebration of the full lunar eclipse ate two whole-grain rye crackers with almond butter and agave. Very good. Now I'm going to eat two hard-boiled eggs, and hope that I'll be able to sleep for all the strong coffee I drank today.

My scarf, the one with the loose ends, is a hysterical failure. I don't know where I went wrong. I mean, it's a scarf. How wrong can it go? Seriously, flailingly wrong apparently.

Will just start over, or start a different one, or something . . .


Bad Tomatoes, Serial Killers, and Loose Ends

My friend Joyce's friend Maggie has a great blog at and she's inspired me to re-start my blog. I've learned from her: go short. Include photos. Be as loud as you want to be. And as serious. And as funny. Life is short!

Today I must skip my salsa class in order to finish my spec script for Studio 60 for my TV Writing class. It was due LAST THURSDAY! Because of the extra time I've allotted, Harriet got to throw up her salad after Luke proposed. She's still convinced it was the sun-dried tomatoes that were bad and not the idea that she and Luke get MARRIED (for those of you who don't watch the show . . . this is a very BAD IDEA). Ms. Hayes needs to get her Christianity on. . . . and make a good decision (I'm working on it).

How did my life get so good?

I saw Zodiac last night. Aside from the first third of some of the scariest serial killer scenes ever (tho I admit, I haven't seen that many), it's pretty riveting . . . plus you get to watch Jake G and Mark Ruffalo on the big screen. Almost three hours of them? Jeez, sisters. It just doesn't get better than that.

Today I will also finish my swirly twirly scarf I'm crocheting . . . have to tie in those darn ends. . . ain't that just the way of the world.

until whenever I get back here,