Please

Aug 10, 2003 | This Life

Breathing in I calm my body…

Breathing out I scream my %#$@*&^ head off.

No MORE drama… please.

Stereotype

Aug 8, 2003 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up

Can I just say… while I accept and even perpetuate the stereotype that Californians are a bit… “off”… I find it disturbing that Arnold Schwarzenegger, Gary Coleman, and Larry Flint are running for Governor? Who’s next? Kato Kalen? Maybe I should run? (rolls her eyes and heads to bed)

Newly Shorn

Aug 7, 2003 | This Life

Newly shorn.

The haircut went well enough. I’m feeling lighter at least. I’ve basically recovered from the inevitable depression that goes along with walking into a salon. You know the one where you spend way too much time trying to decide what to wear and you walk in feeling oh so last year. Only to leave feeling like your clothes are completely outclassed by your new do that you don’t have a hope or prayer of reproducing in two days when you finally relent to washing it out? Yeah… that one! I went to an Aveda salon hoping to get the best treatment. (Not to mention the best chance at not having my hair completely trashed by some razor happy teenager) SHOCK… when I didn’t get the massage that I’m used to getting with my haircut. Evidently, it isn’t a requirement any longer for concept salons. Bummer. Now I have no excuse–off to find a massage therapist. A person undoubtedly needs a massage after enduring the stress of a 90 minute haircut only to be berated by their own reflection in the glass door! S i g h.

I don’t know about the rest of you… but I abhor finding “new” anything. Breaking in new doctors, dentists, hairstylists– is such hard work. And while I’m the paying customer I can’t help but feel like I’m the one interviewing for a job. Go figure. However, these things need to be done once in awhile. Too bad stylist shopping isn�t as enjoyable as shoe shopping. But then, few things in this world are!

Memory Issues

Aug 7, 2003 | This Life

It’s back to work for me. But not before I go and get my hair cut. Now, if I would just remember to set up an optometry appointment.

Not Clarice

Aug 6, 2003 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up

OK… name adjustment… NOT CLARICE. I was just informed by the bright and savvy Jeniffer that it’s a Silence of the Lambs reference. (Which knowing Deb was exactly what she was aiming for… whirrrl!) So, it’s official. The Pink Primate has no name… and Champagne will need to be applied in order to find one.

Clarice

Aug 6, 2003 | This Life

And the monkey’s name is…. CLARICE. Yep… that’s right, I’m taking whirrly Deb’s suggestion. Here is why.

When I woke up the other day and logged on to read the comments left while I was sleeping, I saw Deb’s suggestion. Initially, I dismissed it as not quite “diva” enough for any thing belonging to me. But then I took a good hard look at the pink primate and was struck by what I saw. Sitting before me was my monkey and a candle called “CLARITY” — side by side obviously paired by my sub-conscience. Now, CLARITY is just the kind of name you would expect from the spiritual director type– especially considering the quotation on the candle:

“At the moment you are most in awe of all there is about life that you don’t understand, you are closer to understanding it than at any other time.”–Jane Wagner

However, despite my desire to act against type you can’t knock fate. So… it’s Princess Clarice, Diva Queen of the Pink Primates. Sounds good to me.

No worries, tho, Rebecca. We will still have an official dubbing ceremony when you come over on the 14th. Sans fish eggs, of course. Bring your flower child and we will take pictures. (she says in an unabashed attempt to acquire content for her site!)
~~Wende

After the Rain

Aug 1, 2003 | This Life

after the rain
the steady glow
of green lichen

apres la pluie
l’clat persistant
du lichen vert

Cindy Zackowitz, 1999

Dream Of Rain

Aug 1, 2003 | This Life

Just call me zombie girl. Yesterday was an amazing day. I spent time with two of my favorite people. However, today I’m tired and plagued with a migraine that won’t quit. Such is life I guess.

My thoughts have been in Seattle all week… so it was all the more poignant yesterday for the rain. There is something about a summer storm… even a mild one. For the first time this summer I could imagine the upcoming fall semester without a sense of panic.

While I missed out on actually walking while it rained, I did manage to get out after the event. No stars, but the smell more than made up for it. One of the “thousand beautiful things” the smell of rain.

So… I’m going to run off to bed. And maybe dream of rain.

Pink

Jul 29, 2003 | This Life

Here she is… my princess Monkey. I decided I should have one since most of my wacky seminary friends do. So, my VERY pink monkey is now guarding my desk… who knows, maybe she will keep it clean! She still needs a name… suggestions?