these days of leiderhosen

- Special Olympic's basketball practice with my sister Heather . Elsewhere life seems to be a sea of homogeneousness; there, it was unfettered joy and originality . - A b ulldog puppy taking his girl for a walk in Elmwood. Tiny, red, energetic. - Two tiny blue lovebird chicks in a case, dancing and hopping around for our attention. - Steven's elephant joke , by request. - Six pressed white shirts , ready for interviewing action. - 2046 : a Chinese movie by the director of In the Mood For Love . Became obsessed with the design and color choices for every frame. Drooled copiously. Love to you. Have an excellent week. Please tell me all about .

Now, then. We all have our little obsessions. Whist games, light bondage before breakfast, shoe shopping, Colin Firth... Mine is pie. It is almost entirely inconsequential what type of pie. I adore it and will do just about anything for it. Particularly if guaranteed good crust. So today after a hellish sweaty fifty minutes of sit-ups and cardio-torture, Steven insisted that our mid-day meal would be taken at Lois the Pie Queen on 60th and Adeline, Oakland. "Meal" can be loosely defined as a slice of chilly, oozy about the edges lemon icebox pie and a slice of barely warmed divine pecan pie, accompanied by a classic cup of nearly black, dense coffee. The owner, a tall handsome be-dreded black man, shook our hands warmly, welcomed us in and plopped us into a window seat. While stopping by at regular 9 minute intervals with the coffee pot, he addressed me only and often as "Sweetie". When I has halfway through my pie duet with an insanely stupid smile on my face, thi...