these days of leiderhosen

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.

Dang, it's pretty here. Everyone here is particularly nice and refreshingly normal. They tax blueberries here, special! More after Monday. Love y'all. Be well

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...