these days of leiderhosen

A charming older white guy with a walrus mustache outside the BART station was playing wicked amplified blues. He had some kind of folded coffee can percussion instrument strapped around his neck so he sounded a bit like an old record, in a good way. Seven assorted homeless dudes sat around him in a semi circle, fully awake and grooving. Hot Damn! Sign me up!! Listening to Cranford . Do you have your safety goggles? Everyone should have safety goggles. Eying: a Dremel of my own. The AP reports a 71 year old man fending off a 20 year old mugger with an ice scraper. The stupid young punk then ran to his girlfriend's house. The punk and the girlfriend were fighting when the police arrived.

Searching for that wedding dress: Jess has gone for a completely different look altogether and it's perfectly charming and entirely her. Requires fantastic clip on earrings so I am on a mission! I am at my desk again, arguing the EFA. I've got all my hair piled on my head like a hat. So I look like a German prison matron, big deal! Yesterday it rained all day, so I made up all the carbohydrates for the week: brown rice and bread pudding. Steven, who professed to hate bread pudding, polished off a bowlful. Must have been the rum soaked raisins. Mark Bittman's How to Cook Everything cookbook has now lost it's dust jacket and pages 217 and 218 had to be pried apart. Obama's stimulus plan on releasing a ton of grant monies is going to make life a real trial around here for the next six months. Still no word on my increase, damn it.

Apparently 2/3rds of my hangover must have been a caffeine deficiency. Still, what a bitch that was. Steven sent his beloved orange espresso machine back to the Coffee Fairies for repair. Etsy is calling . I am plugging my ears and humming. I have some flaming red BFL wool on the wheel and it's flying off like no one's business.

Last night Ben came over. We had dinner and we made a point to sit on the porch and work ourselves into a semifreddo state by way of a bottle of scotch. Of all people to get marinated with, Ben is the top of my list. He also is a fantastic person to feed. And did I mention... Oh, hell. Ask him yourself. 24 hours later and I am still a bit hungover. The fried food and nap helped, but man ... Jess and I went wedding dress shopping today in that Pit of Hell: David's Bridal. To be fair, it was not too bad, other than the fluorescent lighting, the acres of whiter than white and the bride on the next pedestal was 17/chewing gum without closing her mouth. This would be dress Number Two. Here is Dress One: Jess is really quite fantastic all around.

Thanks, BBC podcasts!: UK fiber artist who makes felt shrouds . Craving: handmade flour tortillas. Strange Realizations: I have lived in San Francisco for five years this upcoming October. I've been flashing my handspun stash on Fickr .

Hurrah! Plans are firming up for wedding dress shopping with JessicaOtherwiseKnownAsKnittingGroup AND drinks with the ever elusive Ben! Rah!

I've bitten the bullet with a Flickr professional account and have been sorting photos from December's vacation in Sea Ranch/Mendocino that seems so far away. Click the photo of the moor above to see all the pictures. If you can run away to the ocean for Christmas, I highly recommend it.