Tuesday, December 26, 2006


So Tired So long

Sunday, December 24, 2006


Perumpapum Pum

For weeks I've endured a barrage of carols and Christmas songs for the chance to hear David Bowie and Bing Crosby sing Little Drummer Boy. Hours of White Christmas, Blue Christmas, Holly Jolly Christmas, Wonderful Christmas Time, Winter Wonderland, Sleigh Ride, Rudolf, Frosty, and three or four different versions of Jingle Bells (I think my favorite is Bing Crosby & the Andrews sisters), and there it was, waiting at YouTube all this time.

Monday, December 18, 2006


A bedtime story

Justin usually tells Maya a story each night before she goes to bed. The other night, we asked Maya to tell us a story. So she said:

Once upon a time there were three pigs. And the pigs were stuck in the mud. Fishing. But they didn’t catch anything, not even a boot. This was okay because they were drinking milk. Then Dora came along and pulled them out. The end.

Of course, this was run through a parent filter, but that was our bedtime story. And that's exactly how it happened. More or less.

Sunday, December 17, 2006



Thursday, December 14, 2006


Never judge a book by its genre

This morning I made the mistake of cracking open the book I bought for someone on a whim the night before, and actually reading a bit of it. Of course I was careful not to bend the spine, and took extra care to touch the book as little as possible, even going so far as to put a barrier between the book and my hand so I wouldn't warp the cover or any pages. My hands have a tendency to be rather, um, sweaty - an unfortunate consequence of my not so super super power: my hands can not be written on with ink or marker. Unimpressive, but true. Comes right off. Anyway, this particular title has been turning up repeatedly and I sort of kept dismissing it because it was historical fiction and, honestly, how interesting could that be? (sorry, Katie) But curiosity got the better of me around 9 o'clock this morning, and since I happened to have a copy right there, I decided to give the first page or two a go during a break at work. You know, to confirm how terrifically boring it would be. Only it wasn't terrifically boring, and the first page or two turned into the first page or sixteen. Before I knew it, I found myself better than half way through the first chapter and seriously considering buying a new copy for the other person before I was finally able to put the book away.

I reluctantly delivered the book this evening after work and am now clinging to the hope that Justin made good on his promise to put in a good word to Santa so that The Other Boleyn Girl finds its way under the tree by Christmas morning. In the meantime, I've gone back to my gross neglegence of Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell. (again, sorry Katie)

Tuesday, December 12, 2006


Experimental Film

They Might Be Giants! Puppet Theater! Ana Ng! It's a stompin' good time.

Monday, December 11, 2006


Thursday, December 07, 2006


Harmonica Fun

Now playing limited engagements, mostly spontaneous and in our living room.

Sunday, December 03, 2006


Head on the floor

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