these days of leiderhosen

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.

The soon to be opened Academy of Sciences! After June 1, if you'll be looking for Bennish he'll be working sort of four 'o clock of the Radio Tower Golden Gate Park My favorite tree in the park. It's one leopard short of Serengeti perfect. V. climable. The Botanical Gardens Yes, it's a real heron. We watched her stalk about for five minutes, fishing for lunch. This is Ocean Beach, often reviled as being dirty. I like it because locals use it and the ocean seems as phenomenally enormous as it actually is . That's a sandpiper. Exciting new fire pits! These are enormous concrete starfish. These fire pits are huge beautiful steel flowers. (In this case with cheesy filling.) I want one for the living room. This is Jake the Bulldog who joined us for breakfast at Park Chow. He was jolie laide in spades and shy. His ears were very soft.