No bedtime. Hulk out!

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve and I'm excited to spend the day cooking. We're having a pre-party potluck with food and wine and merriment. Gonna get up and find groceries, and probably a new hand blender since mine caught fire last time I used it. Threw it in the snow while it made that smoky appliance smell. Ick.

I

GIVE

UP

(for now)

Right now my quivery heart is just balancing, leaning more on the side of the season with big subway grins, and a romantic Christmas feeling after waking up to snowdrifts and listening to The Chieftains ( Read more... )

All volcano: craters and crevices, lava.

This song made the best performance at Paleo 2007. Even better than Arno.

clip clop horse down soft dirt road ( Read more... )

Clarity!

Got it, mostly.

Moving on with a slushy grin.

My pre-period time is filling me with the anger of ten thousand disturbed honeybees flying after an eight-year-old menace with a bat. Having dreams about a boy sleeping in a cave. Reading What is the What; highly unsettling. Seeing Dave Eggers tomorrow. On Sunday said goodbye to some family members leaving for Tayoloak, Nunavut to work here. ( Read more... )

the word is "tømmermænd" - timber men. carpenters. little men with hammers.