these days of leiderhosen

I can't help it: I'm jonesing for a new sewing machine. Please talk me out of it or suggest your favorite model. Radio silence will ensue this weekend. There are seals to be named and barbecue to be eaten and somebody's gotta do it. You are to cause all kinds of ruckus, havoc, with a good dose of lust thrown in. Then get on your blog, give us the dirty details of where to find such tantalizing non-fiction and report back here to be put into the top links. You will relax, you will have fun, you will be creative. I've currently got an eye infection -in both eyes. My eyes dried out and got scraped by the contact lenses. ow ow ow. It's gonna be another dark glasses and ice pack kind of day tomorrow. Like Catherine Deneuve said: "At some point you have to make a choice between your face or your ass." I am pretending to put off this decision indefinitely.

The 51 bus was overtaken on College Ave by a young woman in a plaid dress and red Converse sneakers on a old crusty cruiser bike, sans helmet. She was boldly singing "Non, je ne regrette rien" at the top of her lungs. Really, really well. The bus slowed down beside her and all the people on the bus fell silent, listening. The kids are back at Berkeley High and classes have started at the University, so adolescent attitude and confusion reign.