A Stew of Cloves
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rinueI have never had a favorite color, although I like certain colors for certain things (yellow kitchens, blue houses, red game pieces, green shirts) and certain hues next to other hues. I wonder whether visual artists generally are less likely to have favorite colors. (I include photographers in this.) It seems to me we tend instead to have design principles.
I have discovered sugar ants in Val's office. I was happily killing a dozen whenever I needed a break, until I realized Val was not aware of the infestation. Immediately, Serious Measures were undertaken, although they continue to be supplemented by my more individually targeted execution style. I am probably the most thorough and inefficient exterminator in history.
Last night, I took a long bath full of various potions, as Val's first order of duty upon moving was to stock the guest room and guest bath with luxurious objects in order to lure, for instance, me. The bed is much better than my bed at home. There is a beautiful desk full of adorable stationary. (If anybody wants a letter, send me your address. I will probably write something inane, but it will be on pretty paper.) Point being: I took a bath full of exotic spices in the desert. That is some indulgence.*
Christopher and I have decided that celebrities would be more likely to read fan mail if it was from other celebrities, so we have decided to send mail to celebrities in care of other celebrities. "Dear Macy Gray, could you please get this to David Bowie." "Paul McCartney, if you run into Serena Williams." Surely the celebrities would make every effort. It's the mail. It's their duty.
Watched Orlando**; a hit and miss script, but visually inventive, and interesting by virtue of dealing with ideas that are not often dealt with in film. I wish it had been a little less in love with itself and a little more focused, but it's worth watching for the spectacle and the sense of humor.
The calendar next to the stove has a photo of blue-footed boobies looking ridiculous, which always reminds me of my mom. (Galapagos is her favorite Vonnegut, and the boobies are why.)
* Yes; baths do use less water than showers, but it is still like being in a hot tub in the snow.
** 1994. Directed by Sally Potter, based on Virginia Woolf, starring Tilda Swinton and featuring Billy Zane.
I have discovered sugar ants in Val's office. I was happily killing a dozen whenever I needed a break, until I realized Val was not aware of the infestation. Immediately, Serious Measures were undertaken, although they continue to be supplemented by my more individually targeted execution style. I am probably the most thorough and inefficient exterminator in history.
Last night, I took a long bath full of various potions, as Val's first order of duty upon moving was to stock the guest room and guest bath with luxurious objects in order to lure, for instance, me. The bed is much better than my bed at home. There is a beautiful desk full of adorable stationary. (If anybody wants a letter, send me your address. I will probably write something inane, but it will be on pretty paper.) Point being: I took a bath full of exotic spices in the desert. That is some indulgence.*
Christopher and I have decided that celebrities would be more likely to read fan mail if it was from other celebrities, so we have decided to send mail to celebrities in care of other celebrities. "Dear Macy Gray, could you please get this to David Bowie." "Paul McCartney, if you run into Serena Williams." Surely the celebrities would make every effort. It's the mail. It's their duty.
Watched Orlando**; a hit and miss script, but visually inventive, and interesting by virtue of dealing with ideas that are not often dealt with in film. I wish it had been a little less in love with itself and a little more focused, but it's worth watching for the spectacle and the sense of humor.
The calendar next to the stove has a photo of blue-footed boobies looking ridiculous, which always reminds me of my mom. (Galapagos is her favorite Vonnegut, and the boobies are why.)
* Yes; baths do use less water than showers, but it is still like being in a hot tub in the snow.
** 1994. Directed by Sally Potter, based on Virginia Woolf, starring Tilda Swinton and featuring Billy Zane.
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that's evil genius!
Date: 2010-05-13 03:51 pm (UTC)Even more scary, that would be perfect for spam, because of course people would open it. If it were kind-of intelligently targeted, in other words with a plausible confusion of usernames (paul at gmail dot com, whoever he is)...
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Date: 2010-05-14 04:42 am (UTC)On an other topic: I have been prompted by Megan (as part of my reconditioning to achieve spectacular writing sample amazingness) to write a bank heist short story. I have no idea how to go about this ...
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Date: 2010-05-14 01:35 pm (UTC)I love this.
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Date: 2010-09-02 01:50 pm (UTC)