these days of leiderhosen

To celebrate the recent triumph striking down the California ban on gay marriage, Jessica and I pondered aloud that now we could actually marry one another, agreeing that with enough Nutella and banana crepes she can be talked into just about anything. Such a darling girl. Personally, I think she's holding out for Tina Fey. Or Gavin Newsom. Or handsome man Dan, who is quite the catch. It's bloody fucking hot here. 99, 98 degrees in a UCB building that does not believe in funding air conditioning. Graduate students swoon into sweaty fitful naps and grown people spray each other with misters as a way of greeting as if they were rare fragile orchids passing one another in the hallways. I am now packing for "vacation": a week in Maine with my parents and siblings, all to celebrate the marriage of my youngest and dearest brother to the world's most incredible girl Sarah. Sunday, red eye. I have Valium, but only enough for plane travel, not enough for the whole week. Sc...

At last! Something to make me very, very happy . May doesn't suck so badly after all.

Mother of all Alpacas and all long-staple fiber!: Elinor made a wheel . And it's gorgeous. I am so impressed I must go lie down. She did this for her senior project. Wildly impressive.

My pal Mix was in mental turmoil and ran away from home this weekend and stayed with us. I have done so much yoga in the past three days that even my toe knuckles ache. In the belief that great art and inspiration can cure almost any mental anguish we went straight from San Francisco International to the Stanford Museum. In the restorative mosey (post-lunch) we discovered a wing I had overlooked before with American Indian and Asia collections. There was a marvelous wooden Fudo which I will need to go back and revisit. I just love Fudo. Or any great demon for that matter. Except for Thatcher and Cheney. I had never seen the ancient world collection. In the front of the room was a Greek marble male torso, sans limbs and head. In museums you never really get opportunity to meander all the way around most pieces and it wasn't until the reverse of Mr. Headless* did I get the full effect of the beautifully subtle back. Nothing outrageous, just the nuance of ilian crest and enough ser...

5 things in my bag nail clippers (I am never without at least one of these.) 4 oz. of merino/silk, purple. I am hiding this from the Steven. 2 overdue library books Heather's wallet calendar for 2004 Pocket sized Kleenex pack, half used 5 favorite things in my room Romanian underwear the color and substance of smoke A statue of Jizo, wearing a handmade scarf A photo of my mum, age six A vase of hairpins A collection of handmade socks 5 things I have always wanted to do Sing anything in tune. Travel with only a toothbrush. Dress well. Shave my head. Concentrate though an entire game of chess. 5 things I'm currently into Giving thanks instead of saying prayers. Exploring fiscal moderation. Spinning: anything and everything. Wild yeast and hot ovens. City noise and its absence Read it? Tag, you're it. Tagged from the splendid, tanned and newly graduated Melinda June . (Congratulations, Darling.)

He apparently thinks this is exactly what I need , to say nothing of the 4" plastic knockwurst remote. Oh, and it yodels . Tomorrow Special Olympics Track and Field, where I will once again display my inability to operate a stopwatch.

Except this: Jodyar's eyeball gown: Spinners are just the wildest. I'm gonna go crawl under the covers and feel inadequate. Fuckin' fabulous.