Mundane update
This post is brought to you by my deep, deep love of Spiderman. I just bought the dvd of the first movie because it was on sale for $10 at the grocery store, and seeing it again reminds me how much I love this movie, and this superhero myth, and how I saw it over and over in Europe in various languages and it was from that that I developed my own superhero world. It's the possibility of Spiderman I love - Superman has always been my least favorite superhero because he was born an alien - that doesn't interest me because there's no hope of that happening to me. Same with the x-men who were born with their mutations. But Spiderman, ah see he was born a lovable, studious, socially awkward nerd (just like me, if your replace science with Jane Austin and the like) and then, through an awesome turn of events later in life, was imbued with superpowers, which he acts open morally and with responsibility, which is totally what I'd do. I was letting spiders walk on me with the faint hope it could possibly, if I wished it hard enough, give me superstrength up until, I think about the age of thirteen. So, yeah. If you know of any radioactive spiders, send them my way.
Other than indulging in superhero fantasies, I've been working a bunch, which is more fun when it's not broiling hot and one of my kids is autistic or something, his mother refused to say and I have no training in this area. But still, any job that involves playing with crabs and picking blackberries and then cooking a blackberry crumble in a solar oven is not one to bitch about. In fact, the solar oven was so cool and easy to make I'm bringing one to burning man.
As usual, I escape my nature preserve on the weekend. Friday night one of my boat women was throwing herself a good-bye party in San Francisco because she's going to be bosun on this ship on the east coast, which is a huge deal. I got to see a bunch of boat people I hadn't seen in forever, which was amazing, and strange, because we were all clean and nicely dressed. There was good food and live music and circus performers who were crashing there. They travel around in a huge blue bus powered by vegetable oil with all their bikes on top and they play blue grass while doing vaudeville and acrobatic acts. Also fire spinning. And we talking about running away to sea, and I taught this trapeze girl how to tie a bowline, and I realized I have to run away and join the circus. I mean, it's the next logical progression of my life. Not right now, but Marz and I were thinking in the spring. Or maybe in January, because they're going to Mexico and Guatemala then. So I'll keep you posted on the next step of Anna Lives out Crazy Fantasies Instead of Committing to a Normal Life.
Saturday was spent lounging in my Victorian home, enjoying the view and editing my brother's novel. It's been great, because we're both working on projects right now we've been editing each other's stuff and having these really lengthy conversations about writing. Plus, when you edit a sibling’s work you don't have to spare feelings and can just say what needs to be said, so some of his comments went like, "NO NO NOOOOOOOO."
Saturday night over to Berkeley, as per usual. Met with Marz and another person for a burning man planning meeting (we're going to build a dome, among other things), and then off to watch the circus perform again. From there back to my old home the fork. I love those people so much. I'm so lucky that I have so many good things to choose from - my beautiful nature home, the community back in Berkeley. It's the opposite of being between a rock and a hard place. It's like being between a fort and a bunch of really soft pillows.
Today was devoted to a mission of purchasing a book. Before Marz and I moved into Fort Awesome we divided up all the guys we might be interested in, to avoid conflict. And last week one of mine was hanging out at the fire when we got back and we talking until three in the morning. I was trying to figure out how to hit on him, because I live stranded in a nature preserve far away and I don't know what his schedule is like, so it couldn't just be spontaneous. So I decided I'd loan him a book - that way I'd have a reason for going over to find him, and if he wasn't there I could leave it with a note and my phone number. So then I had to figure out the perfect book, and I did (Lost in Place by Mark Salzman, in case you're interested), but I don't have a copy of it, I've read it over and over but always with my parent's copy. So, no problem, I love it so much I should have my own copy so I can justify buying one to loan to him. Except that there was only one copy of it in all the east bay and I had to comb through many stores (on foot, I love the earth), before finally finding it at a corporate book store, not my choice of where to exercise my buying power. But I delivered the book and we talked for quite awhile, and there was some talk of jamming (he's a musician) and he invited me to this big brunch fort awesome is having in a couple weeks, so we'll see.
And next weekend I'll be in southern California, visiting the family and helping pick out wedding dresses for a friend.
Oh, and I'm thinking of taking my not paying rent savings and visiting New York in the fall, after burning man and before I get another job, to visit the people I know there. Allison, Christine, Jenny, would that be a good time?
Other than indulging in superhero fantasies, I've been working a bunch, which is more fun when it's not broiling hot and one of my kids is autistic or something, his mother refused to say and I have no training in this area. But still, any job that involves playing with crabs and picking blackberries and then cooking a blackberry crumble in a solar oven is not one to bitch about. In fact, the solar oven was so cool and easy to make I'm bringing one to burning man.
As usual, I escape my nature preserve on the weekend. Friday night one of my boat women was throwing herself a good-bye party in San Francisco because she's going to be bosun on this ship on the east coast, which is a huge deal. I got to see a bunch of boat people I hadn't seen in forever, which was amazing, and strange, because we were all clean and nicely dressed. There was good food and live music and circus performers who were crashing there. They travel around in a huge blue bus powered by vegetable oil with all their bikes on top and they play blue grass while doing vaudeville and acrobatic acts. Also fire spinning. And we talking about running away to sea, and I taught this trapeze girl how to tie a bowline, and I realized I have to run away and join the circus. I mean, it's the next logical progression of my life. Not right now, but Marz and I were thinking in the spring. Or maybe in January, because they're going to Mexico and Guatemala then. So I'll keep you posted on the next step of Anna Lives out Crazy Fantasies Instead of Committing to a Normal Life.
Saturday was spent lounging in my Victorian home, enjoying the view and editing my brother's novel. It's been great, because we're both working on projects right now we've been editing each other's stuff and having these really lengthy conversations about writing. Plus, when you edit a sibling’s work you don't have to spare feelings and can just say what needs to be said, so some of his comments went like, "NO NO NOOOOOOOO."
Saturday night over to Berkeley, as per usual. Met with Marz and another person for a burning man planning meeting (we're going to build a dome, among other things), and then off to watch the circus perform again. From there back to my old home the fork. I love those people so much. I'm so lucky that I have so many good things to choose from - my beautiful nature home, the community back in Berkeley. It's the opposite of being between a rock and a hard place. It's like being between a fort and a bunch of really soft pillows.
Today was devoted to a mission of purchasing a book. Before Marz and I moved into Fort Awesome we divided up all the guys we might be interested in, to avoid conflict. And last week one of mine was hanging out at the fire when we got back and we talking until three in the morning. I was trying to figure out how to hit on him, because I live stranded in a nature preserve far away and I don't know what his schedule is like, so it couldn't just be spontaneous. So I decided I'd loan him a book - that way I'd have a reason for going over to find him, and if he wasn't there I could leave it with a note and my phone number. So then I had to figure out the perfect book, and I did (Lost in Place by Mark Salzman, in case you're interested), but I don't have a copy of it, I've read it over and over but always with my parent's copy. So, no problem, I love it so much I should have my own copy so I can justify buying one to loan to him. Except that there was only one copy of it in all the east bay and I had to comb through many stores (on foot, I love the earth), before finally finding it at a corporate book store, not my choice of where to exercise my buying power. But I delivered the book and we talked for quite awhile, and there was some talk of jamming (he's a musician) and he invited me to this big brunch fort awesome is having in a couple weeks, so we'll see.
And next weekend I'll be in southern California, visiting the family and helping pick out wedding dresses for a friend.
Oh, and I'm thinking of taking my not paying rent savings and visiting New York in the fall, after burning man and before I get another job, to visit the people I know there. Allison, Christine, Jenny, would that be a good time?