these days of leiderhosen

Thanks for the tuxedos, Baby. Evening trousers were genius; if it baffled gender relations even further, we actually got through it. The liberation from the party wear of uncooperative support pantyhose and poofy icky dresses is on par with bra burning and the banishment of inhumane corsetry. From someone who has not entirely soberly hung upside down on monkey bars at 2 AM after a fancy dress up party, the state of my underwear remained privileged information and a grateful world should thank you. Thank for unleashing some wearable glamour into the 1970s. Otherwise it might have been a decade of complete disaster. From a couple decades ago: a very stylish shop lady's instruction: Vees San loor rAUnt

Clean floors and bare feet. The smell of night air. A raise in rent (again). De-nepping a merino silk blend (in unlikely lavender). If I had any idea how much math was required in spinning, I might not have started it. Too late now. The Lost season finale. Oh, that Desmond is fiiiiine. Now explain how did Sawyer get a full body wax on the island. Suspecting the cat of very naughty behavior, but have not located proof. Aubrey hair goop is fantastic, but it does have a tendency to spoil within a couple months. I keep mine in the refrigerator, next to the pomegranate molasses. Darling Jeff from the Fourth Floor is movin' in with his girl this weekend. I want to buy them a shiny red toaster. And I think he ought man up and tell his ma, but that's not my affair.

The sounds of birds in trees all twittering, "Hey, Baby! Baby?! Where ya goin', Baby?". CA is what some songwriter must have had in mind for the phrase "sunshiney day". Where is the mop? I should really care. Possible upgrade for sewing machine. The kitty is very old. I miss my sister. Not thinking about the full work week ahead. Scheduling a nap for later. Am in the mood for some Saki short stories.

Ah. Garrison takes on the Nazis , refers to the GWB as "Current Occupant". I have loved Keillor (and his face made for radio) since spending a mere five bucks to attend a reading of his in Seattle's Town Hall. While monologuing, he fluffed up a few very large ferns, rearranged the podium, moved his stool twice and fussed about with his water glass without once using and derivation of "umlikeyaknowwhatever" once. Very much a storyteller in motion, what would he do on a completely empty stage? Then he led the audience in a quietly toned "Shall the Circle Be Unbroken" which is enough to unglue me entirely.

A tip of the cap to Mindy-O-Rama, as I am stealing her idea today. (Allright, maybe no cap, but I do have the ever-present hair elastic to shoot across the room. (I can't think with hair in my face. There is a lot of it.) 1. Oooo. Seasonal Produce Map from Epicurious . 2. Best. Cartoon. Evah. 3. An article on the Steampunk Movement. Must remember to tell Jess. 4. Craving new lipstick in a very bad way. I put on some Bobbi Brown today to find it rancid. Ew. 5. Relief. May is almost over and it did not sucketh. No more weddings or travel for a while. 6. Shakespearean Pie (too goddamn funny.) 7. Bay to Breakers , inciting SF wackiness since 1912. Maybe next year. 8. Maybe the baths on Sunday. -scrub*scrub*scrub- 9. The Unclutterer website. 10. Compulsively checking the craiglist rss feed for SF Housing.

Lady M is in the Leiderhosen residence! Can someone tell me who beat this girl with the Pretty Stick in her five years in exile in Iowa?! Dang, she was cute before but this is ridiculous. She is a swell girl and it's very nice to have her around. Please send all your good vibrations her way so that she finds the perfect place to rent in S.F. I am not kidding. I am busy recovering my workload, but the Steven and skived off on Tuesday and watched the new Indiana Jones movie which I liked very much. The older couple behind us had to be shushed, but as we've waited the best part of two decades for this movie I did not feel apologetic.

lalalallalaaaaah! BART from SFO is terribly conveniently esp. when hauling a bag the size of a bank vault. 6.5 hour flight from Boston. Crap: Despite major amounts of sunblock SPF 70 and a blue silk parasol, I ended up with some sunburn. The wedding was spectacular, and that does not even start to cover it. The bride was utterly lovely in her turquoise sari and Scott was divine in a very elegant Indian suit with embroidery details. I will follow up with the full story later, but for now this: Maine is really pretty, the trip wasn't dreadful at all and, gosh, it's nice to be back. Lots of snuggly time with Taite.