What Mutterest Thou with thine Ambiguous Mouth
Song of the Hour: La’Hov by Mates of State
The Softies
Statistic of the week: 96% of all men who die while having sex,
are cheating on their wives at the time.
I so lied last post. It’s been even longer, and I can either let it go, or make a noble attempt at an update. Well, maybe just the highlights…
BOSTON
Well, my baby girl is officially a missus. My goddamn camera battery died, so I only got to take like 10 pictures in Boston, which sucked. But I did get one of my one true love at the wedding, though I would have liked to have gotten more– and certainly better. 
(Mike, I’m awaiting my dance fest disc,just so you know…)
Her wedding was of course beautiful. Everything was perfect. The families delighted, the friends cheerful, the ceremony sweet and perfect for them. I like my new boy-in-law very much. Unfortunately, weddings aren’t exactly prime opportunities for hanging out and quality time with the participants– but seeing the Guilford crew again was nice. And spending the wedding morning loafing about in the B&B was low key and wonderful. Anyway, I had a great time.
I would however, briefly like to apologize for my multiple Houdini acts over the course of the weekend. It seems I have a propensity to just… you know… disappear. I go through these bizarre anxiety stages were suddenly I’m convinced I’m really, really in the way, or putting someone out, or keeping people from doing things they really need to be doing elsewhere; so I just, you know, slip away. Please don’t take these things personally, just accept the fact that I’m nuts. So for that handful of occasions I didn’t say it then, I’ll say it now "Bye!". Ok, that should make it better…
Boston itself was great too. We had stayed up all night to catch the early flight, so on arrival we were a little on the spacey sleep-deprived side.My completely 
defunct sense of direction was of no help, but on the bright side I really got to know the area around the Boston gardens. Did I at any time realize it was the same garden everywhere I went? of course not. But by the time I left, I think I had it figured out. Anyway, guess I’ll find out next visit. As a southern lass in a big city (for you, david), I couldn’t help but notice the little differences. I remember in the subway station I asked this older professional looking guy a question, and I’ll be damned if he didn’t not only ignore me, but turn his back and face a different direction. I was amazed, and relatively entertained at such disregard for social protocol. I kinda like these northern folk. The interesting thing about cramming onto subways, is that you have to confront the reality of other people’s lives in a way you don’t in the south, where everyone has a healthy respect for personal space. The sheer immensity of the number of people living in each neighborhood is obvious, and just looking at them you can get a sense of their life– older Asian women with paper bags full of vegetables whose shoes were too big, guys writing notes in Harvard stamped notebooks, with their nails bitten down to the quick; so many people staring at the subway maps (as was I) murmuring to each other in foreign languages clutching their bags possessively. Actually, for every cell phone call I overheard, only 2/5 were actually speaking English. It was a beautiful diversity. But something about the lack of space made the people around me realer somehow, making connections to other people and places and nuances of a single life really stand out. I don’t know how to explain it. We saw some of the tourist sights, and got lost in other back alleys. There was this awesome cigar shop in Little Italy where we relaxed away an afternoon, and I found a second wine in the history of alcohol that I actually liked– Pinot something. It was nice. I like this picture on the right, because you can kind of see the sky reflected in the glass, above the other building. Did I mentioned the 5 pounds I gained eating all that Italian food? And there were just too many bakeries for anyone to resist for long. ok, enough of all that. Wedding beautiful, Boston adventurous, reunions satisfying, sorry for the Houdini’s, Mike it was wonderful to see you and I need the footage of Sara dancing with the Dog immediately (and this is for you).
‘Ween
I went to andy/christine/eric’as halloween party Saturday, and had a great time (as usual, mostly hiding outside talking to Bonnie). The costumes were colorful and creative, if not morally opposed to one another. I of course am too lazy for a costume, and Andy appropriately slapped me with a name tag that said "Pod Person" which was fine with me. Again, I love Christine’s house. Honestly, i didn’t know more than 10 of those people, but I found my shadowed corner very accommodating. I stole andy’s death robe for about an hour, and succeeding in looking exactly like Annakin Skywalker after his little turn for the worse, but I suppose there are worse things.
Andy’s pictures are better, so if you’re interested in the Enloe flashbacks, by all means Check these out, and these, oh yeah, these too. Their pumpkin carving skills are priceless.
Joss made the rounds as a thumbnail of Darth Vader, complete with voice changing apparatus. He got like 2 pounds of Candy, though he doesn’t really like candy all that much. he eats the gummy things, then tries to pawn the rest of it out on the rest of us, while acting very beneficent about it. BTW, he gets very offended if you don’t eat it, even though he won’t eat it either, so be warned.
Speaking of the baby bit, on his last trip to the doc, they said his coughing was asthma related. He’s never really had an "attack" but they gave him a couple inhalers, so we’ll see if they help. I’m skeptical. He’s also picking up allergies he’s never had before. Something about his blanket makes his eyes and throat itch like crazy, but we can’t figure out what exactly it is. More scientific research is needed. He’s also on "track out" for the two more weeks. Figuring out what to do in year round schools is trying my patience. This time he’s staying with his friend Asia during the day, so he’s really happy, but it’s weird asking the neighbors to watch your kid. For the record, he "likes" her. He says that she likes him, and another boy named Donathan, but Donathan lives in texas so joss has it made. I’m tickled that all of Joss’ crushes have been slightly younger black girls with long hair who wear a lot of pink. Hee hee. My dad’s going to have a heart attack when Joss hits his Teens. I can’t wait. I think their little romance right now consists of letting each other win video games. How cute is that?
And for the first time ever, I actually watched a Snoopy cartoon. I never really watched them when I was little, because they made me really, really sad for reasons I couldn’t understand. Maybe because lucy was so mean, or maybe because nothing ever worked out for anyone really– poor charlie brown. But I watched them with joss this year, and an appreciation has slowly started blossoming. I really like the skylines when the kids are outside at night. I pointed them out to Joss, and he said "yeah, they’re watercolors." Well, silly me, of course they are.
As of this moment, I have like 3 oscar wilde works to read, due last week. I’m pretty aggravated with my grades lately. Who the fuck gives "A-/B+" as a grade? That is sooooo not nice. I think it translates to a "89.65". Seriously. I’ve gotten 3 of them. So I’m toeing the A/B line in everything except psych, which I’ve managed to secure a definite A in so far. But I still have like 0 attention span. I’m ready for this to stop now please.
My highlight of the school week, was watching the pit preacher with my friend Jay. For those unfamiliar with said NC college icon, this fundamentalist preacher travels to different universities and stands in their brickyard/pit/high-profile-communal-area and preaches the most offensive shit you can think of. I still secretly suspect the schools pay him, just to challenge the students, but I can’t be sure. It’s all drugs and drinking and homos and Lesbos and premarital sex, and women need to stay in the kitchen where they belong, no interracial couples, etc.etc. The usual. Yesterday was "homo’s" day. Jay, who as I’ve mentioned is gay, met me at the pit so we just sat down and watched. there are generally at least 10, if not 100, students listening to him and arguing/shit talking with him. Jay was laughing at some of the shit talk, but Gary (that’s the preacher’s name) really started going off on the evils of sodomy, so strenuously that no one could interrupt for a minute, and I noticed that Gary kept looking in our direction and making eye contact with both of us. I turn and look at Jay, and he’s looking Gary dead in the eye and nodding solemnly in the most encouraging way imaginable. I couldn’t take it, it was too goddamn funny. But no matter how hard I laughed, jay managed to keep nodding solemnly– he only broke twice, and made me stop laughing so he could keep it up. Pastiche, I tell you… maybe you had to be there. I did manage to snap a shot.
I think that’s it for now. I’m sure there were a zillion more interesting things, but of course my swiss cheese memory has it’s effect. I think I’ll toss in a few more pix I found interesting, but otherwise, Oscar Wilde is demanding my attention.
btw- because I love you, I have to tell you the latest research studies on longevity. Brushing and flossing your teeth everyday adds on overage 4 years to your life. Something about circulation– I don’t understand it, but 5 out of 5 doctors agree. The more interesting study– if you can manage this, you add on average 8 years to your life. 8 years, peeps, that’s something. If you can average out at at least 340 orgasms a year, it can increase your life span. 8 years. I think the ideal for super-maximum effect was 140 a WEEK, yes that’s 20 a day, but I guess they realize that that isn’t realistic for people with, well, lives. But looking at the lower end of the range, if you can manage on 1 day, you’ll live longer.
get hopping people.
love.
In no particular order..
(Do I look like an ape or what? hysterical)
