I lifted the lid and found my little bloglet still breathing. A wonderful feeling...reminded me of when mom found the aloe plant in grandpa's mobile home...under a year and a half of dust, clinging to life by a cracked window. So much is interesting these days. I think I'm going to pick up the knitting again.
COINCIDENCE Earlier today, browsing my podcast updates, I noticed this in one of the show descriptions: "Amy Briggs Dissanayake plays Ravel." My name is Amy Briggs. I've also spent the last few weeks clanking through Ravel's "Pavane for a Dead Princess." When I googled my doppelganger, I found her (big surprise) blond and highly accomplished.
TOP TEN GOOD MOVES OF 2003 (in no particular order) 1. Deciding to finish my education. 2. Looking a little to the right and up a bit at the Walkmen show. 3. Sitting behind that quiet feller in French class. 4. Buying a bird feeder for the lone dirty squirrel. 5. Becoming more ladylike in shape and thought. 6. Driving 14 hours to Memphis with a panting cat in the backseat. 7. Listening to the Pretty Things. 8. Getting "terminated" from the loathsome computer job. 9. Resuming piano practice in a former church basement. 10. Enjoying the newness of an old city.
TOP TEN MINOR OBSERVATIONS OF 2003 1. The tree-of-heaven root system will be the end of 403 Altamont. 2. You can toast bread on radiators. 3. The creatures I thought were harmful silverfish were in fact spider-eating house centipedes. 4. It is possible to kill cacti. 5. There is waterstain in the shape of a jagged "M" on Mark's ceiling. 6. A crazy man by the Grace St. 7-11 stands in the same sidewalk square every day. 7. I watch judge shows when I feel down. 8. Meat aspics have not transcended cultural boundaries. 9. Most of my guitar-savvy peers bought Van Halen tablature books in the 8th grade. 10. Cicada killers are solitary wasps, and will not sting unless provoked.
My favorite childhood androgyne traded in the white steed...for a chopper shop and tattooed wedding ring. I always hoped he'd turn into an elfin architect, or at least a Bowie fan. I think Barret Oliver fared better; at least he dropped into obscurity...amazing, considering the amount of crazed ESL fans out there.
1) I want the hair of a sixties ingenue. 2) The mirror says my jawline is Slavic-square. 3) I ignore the mirror, and whip out the paper scissors. 4) My attempts to approximate the Shrimpton/Faithfull look are not successful. 5) I remember Winnie. 6) Hound dog ears flap unflatteringly in the wind. 7) I seriously contemplate a return to the beret. 8) A few weeks later, Aran helps out. 9) While she is helping, we talk about her chinchillas. 10) I look more like an acqaintance of David Bailey. 11) I like it.
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