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News items, because I'm SO BAD at communicating these days that it's taking me days to persuade myself to call the psychiatrist my therapist has referred me too:
- I'm reading Momo by Michael Ende, who I actually didn't know was a German author until this year, even though The Neverending Story was one of my favorite books as a kid. (Ich wurde es gern auf Deutsch lesen, aber ich weiss nicht, wie ich eine Kopie bekommen kann. Bei amazon.com musst man VIEL Geld geben. Blah.) Die erste Teil war peinlich schwer zu lesen, aber es geht immer besser -- jetzt habe ich fast ein halb davon gelesen, und kann mich in der Geschichte verlieren (sagt man dass?), statt über jedem Wort zu grübeln.
- I'm apparently slowly becoming Hispanic. The number of random strangers just in the past month who have addressed me in Spanish, assumed that I am Hispanic, or been surprised after asking about my ethnic background that that isn't even the tiniest part of my heritage, is quite startling. Especially since most of this has happened without them hearing the pronounciation of my first name (Ahhh-nahh, like the Spanish Ana, except mine's Hungarian) or knowing me in the context of flamenco, which are the things that usually make people think that. I'm pleased, but puzzled.
- Venice Beach is a wondrous thing. I had forgotten just how much. Sand beneath my feet, salt in my hair, sunburn on the tip of my nose, sound of the waves and the sunset drum circle in my ears. Delicious. Makes everything else seem unimportant.
- These days everyone and their pet poodle has their very own special potpourri of psychiatric disorders ...
Personality Disorder Test --
-- Personality Disorder Information --
(I don't think I'm even one-eighth as screwed up as that would make me sound. Nothing wrong with me that a little therapizing or overpriced medications or regular trips to the beach can't fix, right? ... Right?)
- My friends lately have become obsessed with madlibs -- custom-made ones, not ones you buy in a book. I think I mentioned at some point here that I wrote a few for the choir while we were on tour -- basically featuring the choir itself as the hero of an epic, absurdist saga, and having them provide the words to fill in the blanks. Stephan thought this was nifty and had me write one for the Dahlians when we were all hanging out one evening. It was such a hit that we did it again the next night, and again yesterday. This has now become a full-blown fad. Mostly I write them, but Stephan and Ari have both tried their hands at it. It's incredibly fun. I'm trying to figure out a way you could adapt it to livejournal, because it would be a blast to play it on here, too...
- I had one more thing, but I forgot, and this is long enough already. Time to go make dinner.
- I'm reading Momo by Michael Ende, who I actually didn't know was a German author until this year, even though The Neverending Story was one of my favorite books as a kid. (Ich wurde es gern auf Deutsch lesen, aber ich weiss nicht, wie ich eine Kopie bekommen kann. Bei amazon.com musst man VIEL Geld geben. Blah.) Die erste Teil war peinlich schwer zu lesen, aber es geht immer besser -- jetzt habe ich fast ein halb davon gelesen, und kann mich in der Geschichte verlieren (sagt man dass?), statt über jedem Wort zu grübeln.
- I'm apparently slowly becoming Hispanic. The number of random strangers just in the past month who have addressed me in Spanish, assumed that I am Hispanic, or been surprised after asking about my ethnic background that that isn't even the tiniest part of my heritage, is quite startling. Especially since most of this has happened without them hearing the pronounciation of my first name (Ahhh-nahh, like the Spanish Ana, except mine's Hungarian) or knowing me in the context of flamenco, which are the things that usually make people think that. I'm pleased, but puzzled.
- Venice Beach is a wondrous thing. I had forgotten just how much. Sand beneath my feet, salt in my hair, sunburn on the tip of my nose, sound of the waves and the sunset drum circle in my ears. Delicious. Makes everything else seem unimportant.
- These days everyone and their pet poodle has their very own special potpourri of psychiatric disorders ...
Personality Disorder Test --
-- Personality Disorder Information --
(I don't think I'm even one-eighth as screwed up as that would make me sound. Nothing wrong with me that a little therapizing or overpriced medications or regular trips to the beach can't fix, right? ... Right?)
- My friends lately have become obsessed with madlibs -- custom-made ones, not ones you buy in a book. I think I mentioned at some point here that I wrote a few for the choir while we were on tour -- basically featuring the choir itself as the hero of an epic, absurdist saga, and having them provide the words to fill in the blanks. Stephan thought this was nifty and had me write one for the Dahlians when we were all hanging out one evening. It was such a hit that we did it again the next night, and again yesterday. This has now become a full-blown fad. Mostly I write them, but Stephan and Ari have both tried their hands at it. It's incredibly fun. I'm trying to figure out a way you could adapt it to livejournal, because it would be a blast to play it on here, too...
- I had one more thing, but I forgot, and this is long enough already. Time to go make dinner.