weekend excursion
M and I sped off to Berkeley last weekend for a wedding dress fitting. She is having a dress made bespoke by a lady on Valentine St who has a slick dachshund she alternately croons to and instructs to shut up. The house is a trove of vintage fashion magazines and racks of dimpled shoes and classic perfume bottles with stoppers and airy pumps the size of lumps in the throat. The bride's ivory silk party dress (a genuine heirloom from the 20s) reminds me of a svelte skyscraper brought soft to the body.
Before then, there were aubergine sandwiches on huge swatches of bread, a jaunt into Mars, a hit and miss, but lovable vintage stop on Telegraph (no mean crusty old men bothered that day!), a repose in Cody's high-ceilinged emporium that turned happily gossippy when I ran into some old neighbours. There was some dishing about later tenants' less savoury proclivities--people throwing knifes at boards in the yard, drunk estrogenic messes slurring racial slurs, and so on.
A mid-afternoon drive with the windows down through Tilden was airy and bright. It really felt like spring. Of course, living here means that one has repeated experiences of "O, it's the first day of spring!"
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Now it's finals stress week. Somehow a paper on fox spirits wiill materialise. I am more focused on how to avoid buying any food this week (had a fruitful picking at 99 Ranch recently where I acquired, among other things, a giant wok. How I now repent and wish I'd bagged a lid for it as well) and surviving more Japanese vocabulary lists. The one last night was not so bad: perhaps there is hope for turning the crank on this head yet...
Must jet off home to eat and read. JN is at home this week so we have plenty of time to work apart. Maybe if this academia thing falls apart at the pomo sutures, we can open a cat clinic, complete with interpreters. Can't wait till he comes back so we can finish off the In Living Color reels.
Before then, there were aubergine sandwiches on huge swatches of bread, a jaunt into Mars, a hit and miss, but lovable vintage stop on Telegraph (no mean crusty old men bothered that day!), a repose in Cody's high-ceilinged emporium that turned happily gossippy when I ran into some old neighbours. There was some dishing about later tenants' less savoury proclivities--people throwing knifes at boards in the yard, drunk estrogenic messes slurring racial slurs, and so on.
A mid-afternoon drive with the windows down through Tilden was airy and bright. It really felt like spring. Of course, living here means that one has repeated experiences of "O, it's the first day of spring!"
* * *
Now it's finals stress week. Somehow a paper on fox spirits wiill materialise. I am more focused on how to avoid buying any food this week (had a fruitful picking at 99 Ranch recently where I acquired, among other things, a giant wok. How I now repent and wish I'd bagged a lid for it as well) and surviving more Japanese vocabulary lists. The one last night was not so bad: perhaps there is hope for turning the crank on this head yet...
Must jet off home to eat and read. JN is at home this week so we have plenty of time to work apart. Maybe if this academia thing falls apart at the pomo sutures, we can open a cat clinic, complete with interpreters. Can't wait till he comes back so we can finish off the In Living Color reels.
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