We measure lives by . . . accomplishments? age? others?
I've discovered a new (to me) singer -- Metric. I like a bunch of songs. In particular, Collect Call and Give Me Sympathy. I would link but for inability to do so.
Time flies. Suddenly you haven't blogged in ages. Which is disappointing. A friend said today, why don't you become a writer? Was momentarily excited and then realized that I could barely sustain a blog. Way to jump headfirst . . . with an eggshell skull.
Lots has happened since I last blogged. New round of guests have come to Casa Caveboy. In fact, I slept on the couch for 10 days. I saw the sun come up on a variety of occasions (I think work twice and fun once). I saw time fly by, while I (a) baked pear/ chocolate cake, (b) help make blueberry pancakes and scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast,(c) make roast chicken (delicious -- I love http://wwww.smittenkitchen.com); (d) etc. and (e) etc.
I would blog more but I''m asleep on my feet.
And so I get carried away.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Trying to catch up
I thought, when I logged in, that my last post was about two weeks ago, sometime in mid-May. But, it turns out that I blogged at the end of May. It just feels like longer because so much has happened over the last 10 days. I'm exhausted thinking about it.
First things first, Lulu DC S was in town last weekend over Memorial Day. You name it, we did it. And if you named (a) mattress shopping at Macy's, but then deciding to go with 1-800-Mattress b/c they had (i) free delivery and (ii) the Macy's sales representative was a jerk; (b) watching our food get cooked in front of our very eyes at the chef's table at Hearth Restaurant; (c) watching a swinger's couple put out their feelers for fun and games at Employee's Only; (d) waiting in line for about 1/2 an hour to get Grimaldi's Pizza prior to walking over the Brooklyn Bridge, and buying a huge, huge straw hat while in said line (not me, L DC S); (e) listening to live music in a divey bar (prompting the question, "But where are the young professionals?"); (f) watching the most amazing and hilarious and bizarre exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art (including (i) grinding of body parts into the soil to fertilize the crops; (ii) massaging upper female body parts to induce rain; (iii) exposing lower female body parts to the skies to stop rain; (iv) being filmed screaming until you lose your voice; (v) being filmed dancing with a bag over your head until you pass out; (vi) finding men you thought were women and women you thought were men all over the place; and on and on and on), etc., well, then, you're right!
So much fun.
First things first, Lulu DC S was in town last weekend over Memorial Day. You name it, we did it. And if you named (a) mattress shopping at Macy's, but then deciding to go with 1-800-Mattress b/c they had (i) free delivery and (ii) the Macy's sales representative was a jerk; (b) watching our food get cooked in front of our very eyes at the chef's table at Hearth Restaurant; (c) watching a swinger's couple put out their feelers for fun and games at Employee's Only; (d) waiting in line for about 1/2 an hour to get Grimaldi's Pizza prior to walking over the Brooklyn Bridge, and buying a huge, huge straw hat while in said line (not me, L DC S); (e) listening to live music in a divey bar (prompting the question, "But where are the young professionals?"); (f) watching the most amazing and hilarious and bizarre exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art (including (i) grinding of body parts into the soil to fertilize the crops; (ii) massaging upper female body parts to induce rain; (iii) exposing lower female body parts to the skies to stop rain; (iv) being filmed screaming until you lose your voice; (v) being filmed dancing with a bag over your head until you pass out; (vi) finding men you thought were women and women you thought were men all over the place; and on and on and on), etc., well, then, you're right!
So much fun.
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