rin

i had a smashing day out with my #1 san diego lady, kate. last night we were looking for something to do and we stumbled upon a theatre listing: adam's rib, one of my favourite movies, was playing this afternoon at a beautiful restored theatre in an awesome part of town. we dressed up fancy like it was a date and it was so rad. they even played a short and a cartoon before the movie, like what used to happen in the cinema. we were the youngest people there except for a baby in the back row and through my stunning knowledge of trivia, i won us a pair of tickets to see the next feature, playing thursday: night of the hunter. it was really cute, too, because the button-shirt-and-tie 18 year olds working the concession stand gave me a popcorn deal and shyly flirted. it was so sweet and made me feel really flattered. i dressed up beautifully today! i didn't take a photo of it though so you will just have to imagine. ladyexxa gave me a hair sparkle puff and so i used it. i bet i will wake up in the morning and have my pillow/face covered in glitter.

on safari i have been making the little heart bullets but now that i'm using firefox they don't show! can anyone help? they just look like this: | not a heart!

two things that you do not have to imagine:

how my sand globe looks when shaken (this is for you, glass_cat)


how dorky my cat is when he is playing.


sometime i will post videos of me. i'm moving-picture shy.

right now i am listening to veda hille (i know none of you will know who she is) and i have to proclaim my love for her absolute raw ability to present the most delicate, lovely, dark lyrics. she's collaborated with some of the cream of the canadian crop: oh susanna, p:ano, jim creegan, andy stochansky.
'there's so much beauty that i don't believe in/but god knows my mouth holds more teeth than wisdom'

this captures the essence of prairie winters perfectly:
'the quiet sings your blood to slow/it's not the cold it's the weight of the snow'

more:
'quiet as your only sound/roll up roll over your curving spine/one hand empty one hand fine'

'i have talked of love til it's ragged hanging loose/my heart is busted from enthusiastic overuse'

sitting with her cd booklet open, poring over the lyrics, just brings me back to when i was a young teenager and i'd do that. just dip in, read along with the song and feel the complete magic of beautiful lyrics. i think it goes back to my first love of poetry (did you know?). i've been writing poetry for pretty much as long as i have been able to write. i'm good at it, but i've had a block for a while and i'm trying to lift it by writing essays and articles.

wow! i am getting kind of morose. time to make myself a bean and cheese burrito and read until i fall asleep.