tonight i baked a chocolate-pistachio pound cake and sipped down a bottle of murphy-goode reserve fume, wondering about the meaning of it all and sucking in the warm damp scent of the brief evening downpour.
friday night found a group of us at area 51 in the strip. i think i'm getting old, or at least jaded - i just don't dig the big, group, "let's stand around and drink" thing anymore. however, i do still maintain a passionate penchant for the singular tete-a-tete, sprawling in a random booth with a solitary soul and exchanging brain and whatnot over undertones of smoke and music and otherness. maybe i'm just getting tired of pretending to care - i don't know. at any rate -
cake is cooling and i'm re-reading anne rice's vampire chronicles - burned through book one and two this weekend and still amazed at how enticing it all is. i am generally opposed to all forms of science fiction, but i am drawn to the sensuality of immortality and all its trappings and questions. wonderful books.
today i went to see a brand-new human being, one thomas greenleaf leavitt. tommy was born on friday afternoon a bit after 1 pm - he is a monster at 10 pounds & change. he was a perfect little one sleeping peacefully and gazing at me unseeing with bright blue eyes and a sweet grimace. what a cutie. i stared at him in amazement - john & andrea did very well.
i'm midway through burning a cd for a friend of mine - a little bit of uh-huh and a whole lot of oh-yea. there's belle & sebastian, slowdive, and morphine - all the good things one can have. life is good sometime. there is a concrete garden gnome watching me through the office window. it is unsettling.
time to check on the cake - oh. fucking. ya.
goodnight, my sweet.
friday night found a group of us at area 51 in the strip. i think i'm getting old, or at least jaded - i just don't dig the big, group, "let's stand around and drink" thing anymore. however, i do still maintain a passionate penchant for the singular tete-a-tete, sprawling in a random booth with a solitary soul and exchanging brain and whatnot over undertones of smoke and music and otherness. maybe i'm just getting tired of pretending to care - i don't know. at any rate -
cake is cooling and i'm re-reading anne rice's vampire chronicles - burned through book one and two this weekend and still amazed at how enticing it all is. i am generally opposed to all forms of science fiction, but i am drawn to the sensuality of immortality and all its trappings and questions. wonderful books.
today i went to see a brand-new human being, one thomas greenleaf leavitt. tommy was born on friday afternoon a bit after 1 pm - he is a monster at 10 pounds & change. he was a perfect little one sleeping peacefully and gazing at me unseeing with bright blue eyes and a sweet grimace. what a cutie. i stared at him in amazement - john & andrea did very well.
i'm midway through burning a cd for a friend of mine - a little bit of uh-huh and a whole lot of oh-yea. there's belle & sebastian, slowdive, and morphine - all the good things one can have. life is good sometime. there is a concrete garden gnome watching me through the office window. it is unsettling.
time to check on the cake - oh. fucking. ya.
goodnight, my sweet.
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