Okay. So this time I have a good excuse….really. I was old-school sick. Sweaty, disoriented, messed up, dizzy, almost-hallucinating (which could have been a well-deserved highlight…). I spent the better part of this week trying to get better-ish & get caught up on life…I hadn’t taken a sick day since I was in school (I guess I wasn’t really susceptible to colds in TX, tho). I caught up on my trashy websites & trashier magazines, which was nice in between the long bouts of weary sleep. I also caught up on my sad bastard music & if anyone wants an influenza playlist, be sure to pick up the newest Cardigans CD, download the Sondre Lerche ‘Duper Sessions’, dust off 2004’s Martha Wainwright debut & EP, & definitely revel in the melancholic snooty arrogant strains of a Pierre LaPointe disc.
I am much better, despite the fact that I didn’t venture out to the much-anticipated Waits tribute show…I returned to the gym tonight (my body automatically woke up at 6am this morning, which is a good body-clock indication that I’m ready to work out - but not great in the grand scheme of banking on weekends to catch up on sleep - & since the Y doesn’t open until 8 on weekends, I did what any other multi-tasking lassie would do at 6am on a Sunday morning - I polished off 84% of my holiday shopping. Thank Jeebus for the interweb - I can’t bear shoppes from mid-November until mid-January - bad tunes, miserable people, new staff - ugh) &, once again, received some middling feedback about the idea of starting a women’s basketball night at the West End Y - & by ‘middling feedback’ I mean absolutely no interest whatsoever. Ahh boo. All that Field of Dreams sports analogy stuff is rot. Looks like the St. Lawrence Market scene is literally the only game in town that I can fit in - location & schedule-wise.
Other media-overloads (besides trashy mags & mopey music…) has been a wealth of good fiction & bios floating around the house. Go here for a stirring & you-put-in-what-you-get-out-moral’ed interview from KCRW w/ Zadie Smith about engaging w/ good fiction…I’m looking forward to getting through this freaky and thought-provoking tome so I can tackle some more Brit-lit on my commutes.
On that note, I should pry masself away from the computer….the Beau has hopefully landed by now in Boston for a reunion w/ Karim & a teaching gig at Hah-vard tomorrow.
If he comes back w/ his sweater tied around his shoulders I will be sorely disappointed, otherwise I’m mad-proud of his lecturing skills.
Peace
Meegs
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