Friday, 29 February 2008

This is Not My Beautiful Wife


Talking Heads' seminal song. Still so cool.

Once in a Lifetime

This is my existential boogie. I listen to it when I'm at particularly puzzling points in my life. You know, those "How did I get here?" moments. But it's all good, and it's all meant to be. Maybe. I hope. And I challenge you not to do the arm-chopping thingie.

Tuesday, 19 February 2008

Ickle Elephants


All together now...awwwwwwwwwwww.

http://news.sky.com/skynews/picture_gallery/picture_gallery/0,,70141-1250424-1,00.html

Elephants rock. And on a day when I'm feeling horrible, nothing makes me happier than new baby elephants learning to be big elephants. Do you think they make little cartoon toy-trumpet sounds with their trunks?

Sunday, 17 February 2008

Having Good Dreams, and Remembering Them


I love it when you manage to sleep in on a weekend, and the early morning hours are spent in a long, meandering, symbolically adorned, fun dream. And it's even better when you remember enough of that dream to tell your partner about it.

It's true that not all partners want to hear about dreams. Admittedly, some can be quite tedious. And we all know what the "generic" dreams are: drowning, standing in the middle of a public place naked, being late for something, etc. But these are custom dreams, in a way; they're built to the specs of your own little universe, and they're genuinely fun. If your partner is like my husband, he'll find some of the details amusing as well. Or at least he'll pretend to. He was a pretty good sport this morning.

Wednesday, 13 February 2008

"Rip Her to Shreds"


This is my first shot at listing the things I love. There's no rhyme or reason to the way they come to me...my internal scanner is usually set to random, and sometimes I'll stumble on some bit of trivia or visual that keenly interests and delights the weird little people in my head. So I want to use this opportunity to compile those bits, so they remind me to be happy.

My first love-thing is the song "Rip Her to Shreds," by Blondie...I love the way she describes this chick, whoever she is:

1. "Check out those shoes"

2. "She looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody's blues."

2. "Miss Groupie Supreme"

3. "Vera Vogue on parade"

4. "Red eyeshadow, green mascara - she is too much!"

5. "She's got the nerve to tell me that she's not on it, but her expression is too serene"

6. "She looks like she washes with Comet"

I'm sure there were a lot of women like this at New York entertainment parties in the '80s. Nowadays you can buy green mascara at Boots, though.

Bye bye, sugar.