oh memories

you know what i love about our current state of affairs? that it's worn me down to the point where i now look upon this fondly, as part of the "good old days" long gone are the days when our AG and the DOJ were just weird and slightly offensive; this is terrifying. does it feel like everyone in this administration has been giving us the finger for the past 7 years?

when bad things happen to bad people

you know, i'm not really into dancing on people's graves, but i can't help but comment on this. sorry jerry. this was obviously some sort of coordinated attack by the jews, gays, feminists, Teletubbies, pagans and ACLU. but what really gets me, is that there is now some sort of unspoken (or loudly spoken) decree that all republican presidential candidates need to issues statements on this. this guy was a radical, on-the-fringe hatemonger. these guys really need to pander to his fans? really? REALLY? there's something wrong there. this is about the time i need mike gravel to show up and call a bigot a bigot. old man has balls. (i'm pretty in love with mike gravel.)

growth!

you know, out of all of the million things i have to talk about today, including but not limited to us attorneys, uk work visas and brown rice, all i really want to talk about are my tomato plants. look how big they're getting! compare picture one (behind the dahlia) to picture two: and that's only been two weeks! i was so pessimistic, but it looks like they're going to make it afterall! boys are going to be big. yay for sunshine and the promise of cherry tomatoes. i'm also pretty in love with amy winehouse's 'i'm no good.' it's my running song tonight.

swoon

when i was a sophomore in college and whitney gould was trying to get in my pants via mixtape, i fell in love with what i knew then as "track 3" and what i know now as "change my life" by spoon. even as an old biddy now, it's one of my favorite songs. and spoon is right up there with messrs jagger, murdoch and stevens as the musical loves of my life. i went to see britt daniel last night and it was perfect. (he is a sexy devil. don't tell my boyfriend.) so it's sunny and i'm dancing in my chair to "nefarious" having a good old time.

the oprah effect

she can get millions of americans to read tolstoy and faulkner and now she's trying to get millions of americans to vote for my political boyfriend barack. aka barry hussein (i stole that from wonkette. i'm not that amazing.) this freaks me out a bit. i like to picture barack in two scenarios: 1) smoking a cigarette in some poorly lit library reading lincoln biographies. or 2) wearing next to nothing on the beach. holding hands with oprah and talking about souls and shit in front of a bunch of swooning cardigan-clad desperate housewives enthusiasts does not really fit into either of those. baby, you said you weren't going to do the hollywood thing, right? it's me and my $25 contributions you love, right? i need to ignore politics for a year. if i come back in may of 2008 and his campaign hasn't destroyed itself, i will be able to breathe freely again. no more showing up to debates about health care without a health care plan honeybunch. i'll see you next year.

the one pool where i'd happily drown

ah new york was a whirlwind. it was a beautiful weekend. seventy degrees and perfect. i walked my feet to complete disrepair. they hurt in every way imaginable. everytime i go to new york i do so with the hope that she'll sweep me off my feet. that something in me will wake and i will have no choice but to new york or perish. she is a great city. things happen there. people and taxis and art and money and food and clothes and ahhhh. but there's something foreboding about her. this constant feeling that if you turn the wrong corner, she'll swallow you alive. but you love her all the same. i'm listening to lcd soundsystem right now and the singer just said "new york's the greatest if you get someone to pay your rent." and i laughed. not much on earth rivals a stroll through the west village in the sunshine with a few cupcakes. adam is convinced the city won't survive the next few years. i like to think that's not true, but also think that probably adds to the eerie feeling. it's hard to be an "american" and not feel completely protective of new york. it is the most american place on earth. and not in a flag-waving post-9/11 god bless sort of way. people work so hard. you can feel the blood and sweat all over. it's exhilarating and exhausting in every second. i came home to seventy-five degrees and perfect. and my dahlias are blooming. it's a different world here. not better. just different. (i'll try and hassle adam into getting me some of the pictures he took.)

i don't want to talk about iraq

is it illegal to iron a flag? those look like they've been sitting in the bottom of my clothes hamper under wet towels for two months. i'm sending nancy pelosi one of those handheld steamers. cause geez, what good is a female speaker if she can't iron and stuff?

it's a hell of a town ...

found a message on my phone from adam this morning asking if i wanted to meet up with half of his london crew in new york this weekend. as if he needed to ask. unfortunately, we picked a bad weekend for a cheap getaway. what the hell is going on in new york this weekend? it took us all day to find an available hotel. but it's found! deal is done! nyc + me = tomorrow night! last time i was in new york it was a little bit of a whirlwind and i never really got my bearings. that happens when i don't get to walk my way around a new place. it was also february and ass cold. so i never made it north of the met. oh but this time harlem, this time columbia, i'll drop by. it's supposed to be sunny and 60s all weekend. hallelujah. nothing else is really on the agenda. i'm thinking some flea markets and some soho and some moma. and a nice sunshiny stroll through the park. also secretly want to go to the public library. ahhh. come on new york. second date? let's give it a shot.