1.27am
Tuesday
7 December 2004
Fun things I've done lately:
Thursday night at the High. While I don't have a special
love for Van Gogh and his goofy big brushes and clumpy paint, I
was in AWE of his sketches, and what amazing things he could
create in two flat little dimensions with chalk and a pencil.
I would like to just draw and draw and draw, but imperfections
are so distressing. I should take a lesson from the Monets and
Van Goghs and Picassos of the world, though, that imperfection
is beauty sometimes.
Bought a not insignificant amount of presents. Major
people still left: my brother, who I have in the past gotten:
books (which I think he's about sick of, and looking to burn,
after almost 4 years now of reading about 10 hard books a day
and writing a total of about 893 esoteric papers, all with
complicated theses), warm clothes for his various cold climate
choices (and boys very rarely get excited about clothes), and
video games (but he now has no television or game consoles).
Possible gift ideas: something all natural, perhaps those
kickass chocolates from Whole Foods. CDs? But I am horrific
at judging other people's music tastes, and often just give
them what I love. Somewhat selfish for a gift, I think.
Also remaining: many boys within my social circles. I hesitate
to get boys presents, usually, because they tend to then freak
and stress that they MUST be obligated to get a return present
and omigod, it is so HARD to buy a PRESENT for a GIRL. Which
is not a nice thing to spring upon a guy that you like. But
for real, girls are ten million times easier to buy presents
for. Boys are insane.
Timber rocking out
Athens on Saturday, and a lovely time with Brian, Topher and
David. They were the first recipients of holiday cookies,
which seem to have gone swimmingly. I really like hanging out
with them, hearing David talk about the psychological
experiments that must needs be carried out (and I have no doubt
that he will make good use of the psychology database of all
twins born in the US and put lots of microbes in their brains)
and conversating about politics with good humor but also some
intelligence and having the chance to make the whole
table crack up when I make a vaguely oblique Monkey's
Paw metaphor. I don't think I talk to people enough
lately, what with movies and television and eating and
computers and doing other things. And though I do relatively
intelligent versions of these things (can you eat
intelligently? I suppose I've been eating relatively healthily
lately?), they ain't none of 'em got nothin' on real
intelligent discourse with real intelligent people on just
about anything at all.
Hung out with nick and saw TEAM AMERICA! on
Friday, and additionally, got an old taste of tacos diablo and
the best salsa and margaritas in the US. (Americcccaaaaa, FUCK
YEAH) It was really refreshing to have a totally normal and
enjoyable and fun evening with mr. black, and made me glad that
all the relationship building done with one of the coolest
people I've ever met is finally not destined to just be given
up on to go down the drain.
Saturday afternoon: a whirlwind of Christmas frenzy,
resulting in the most beautiful Christmas tree of all time, and
resultantly, the most wonderful smelling and feeling house in
the whole wide world. SO MCUH XMAS LOVE!
Spent all evening tonight watching The West Wing
that just came out on DVD and knitting Christmas presents. I
got take-out pho and basil rolls from Noodle, of which I will
soon be working within a block, and they were killer
(PHOPHOPHO), and The West Wing makes me happy in a
watch-it-continously-or-die sort of way that Firefly
also cast spell-like upon me, but it's so much more
inspirational in a show that is based on real positions in
politics and how issues could really get treated. If anyone
else in the real world were as clever and articulate and
hilarious as Aaron Sorkin, anyway.
Tomorrow I shall be a shopping consultant for the
illustrious Mr. Reynolds, such that he can be more swank and
hip than all those poseurs in Athens.
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Anyone artsy have any suggestions on the
finishing/refinishing of two bedside tables that look like
this? I do
think they are relatively cool like they are, but am so tempted
by well-made but inexpensive and not exceedingly beautifully
finished furniture that would be easy to paint. It is like a
blank canvas, begging for color, decor,
DESIGN!
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And now it is two o'clock, and I shall fall asleep in the
pretttttiest room, which is all cleaned up, even large chunks
of the floor of my closet seeing the light of day once more.
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