the cheer-up brigade grace a Sowa

"I was a highwayman..."

... is an excellent theme song. Was that Willie Nelson's highwayman to Johnny Cash's sailor?

I saw a fresh pinecone on the way through the shade to the library today. It was still clung to by the dew. I thought of pocketing it, but decided it was enough of a gift as it was, and left its unspoiled seeds to the squirrels who no doubt also appreciate its glossy green coat...

After a roast aubergine on tomato and chevre cheese sandoiti, much better and slightly less prone to another linguistic meltdown. JN is a dispenser of good soap and a glowing trove of sensibility, a whole counsel of owls with enormous eyes)--some rockily hewn, but all of which tumble comfortably in the hand and wear down nicely in one's deepest pockets.

In 'N Out Burgher

Just popped in to look at Redon's "Le Bouddha" as quoted by Feldspaar and am very touched. Ensuingly, simple search revealed Google's newest acquisitions of the French master's canon, including many heretofore unseen works. Was mesmerised, but JN, after a long and noted "Sex and the City" marathon, has murmured: "Brain's too asleep for art appreciation"...

But tomorrow is farewell dim sum with H and A and another day.

Soberingly yours,
Fuzzy P

PS A Dip in the Pool potluck party went smashingly well, with good times late into the night for some involving big lies and lithe singularities.

sludge

O so much has happened, but at this moment, I have the peculiar urge to note the names of some of my favorite belongings. (And mention that at last count, whilst in the heated car zooming south through the central valley of California, I know of knowing 20 rounds (those little songs you can sing in harmony by starting at different perches in the phrase) to the credit mostly of LPC).

IPod (at last and with little fanfare and not a little wonder): Silencio

Bicycle 1: the Pink Panther

New 'n Cute microsuede pillow with puppy characteristics that turns into a full on stuffed animal: J. Dustbuster Hoover

Other stuffed animal friends: Humphrey the Camel (possibly gay, likes the Lotus position when sitting and enjoys interpretive dance, freestyle); Jamal the Llama (or unspotted, pot-bellied giraffe or white-nosed pony); Ferdinand the grey puppet puppy I tried to get my editor to put into my bi-line, but she said they were sorry they couldn't put that bit about my dog in it... And there is another, most venerated stuffed animal who has been my longest-reigning friend, but whose name will remain secret to preserve his dignity and innocence (a girl I was talking to this morning and I realised that all our stuffed animals were somehow assigned male identities from an early age). It is such a powerful name that if I were to publicly announce it, I would be afraid of some cosmic repercussion, at least in the minute bubble of my own existence...

Ah, Japanese exam 2 tomorrow. Causative-passive (or is it the opposite) expressions, I'm on my way now that I've finally been able to complete my first expert round of Minesweeper, EVER. All this is supergeeky, as it should be for what other type of semi-oppressed person would take an intensive summer course that shines the ungodly light in one's eyes from 8 AM till 12 PM every day? At least there was a hamburger, a chiizuburuga thrown into the deal today. Free lunch! Anyway, I was reminded of my false glory in Minesweeper in high school when I had some record--6 seconds?--but it was only for the beginning level... And JKRowling procrastinates this way, as she admits to doing on her website where I've been scouting for new HP rumours now that the date of torrenting of HP fever draws nearer and at higher pitch than ever. So it's good enough for me. Now, however, must make haste while the daylight lasts so JN won't scold me like a convincing portrait of my dear mother, whom he has not yet even met.

And as a last morsel of arbitrary unnecessity: the original thing called "sushi" was merely salted fish pressed between layers of cooked rice weighted by stone and was kept that way for 2 years before eaten...