kate gets hot via campaign mail

First line of the email I just received from the Obama campaign: "I'm just now leaving New York, and you've got me fired up." Of course I do, baby. Woo, lord. It's hot in here. Don't tease a girl Barack.

up up and away

IM GOING TO NEW ZEALAND IN ZERO DAYS. Can't believe it. If anyone is interested, this is what we'll be doing for two weeks: http://www.newzealand.com/travel/travel-planner/email-view.cfm/tnztp_uuid/47FF6326-B2F5-C6F7-5CA4D76AD0A8A00D Driving from one end to the other and around a little bit. I may or may not take part in "zorbing" but will fo sho be all over my bike-n-wine tour in Hawke's Bay. Mr. Death ma'amed our way into this house http://www.capesouthcottages.co.nz/pages/thecottage.php because we are bitches. I may not ever come back. Some other thoughts: 1) omfg could grey's anatomy be more retarded? no. "one of youre residents has been attacked and a BABY is MISSING." need I say more? no. 2) I miss my piano already. 3) In an attempt to get rid of all perishable food before vacay my dinner consisted tonight of crackers and boullion, frozen yogurt and chocolate cookies. none of which, I admit, is really all that perishable. don't tell my mother. 4) Tomorrow I will go to work for three hours and distribute "Katie's Job 101: A Manual for Filling the Void in 11 Easy Steps." And I'm not joking. That's what the cover says. It took me five hours to write today. I need a fucking raise. So Bon Voyage rainy Seattle! Viva raining New Zealand! I'll have a full report on whether or not Spring rain feels the same as Fall rain when I return. Oh yes, and I was going to bring back bottles of wine until I realized I could just buy them at Metro and save the suitcase space. Which means you're all getting Maori mud and hobbit huts instead. Excited? You should be!

my head is a box full of everything

So, two major updates: 1) I'M GOING TO NEW ZEALAND IN 15 DAYS to celebrate the wonder that is our favorite Kiwi, Mr. Cameron Death, before he leaves us for, um, Los Angeles. It is just now sinking in that we will be Cammy-less in a month which for me means a) there will no longer be Perez Hilton interludes in the Microsoft dinner conversations (I may not survive) b) I might actually start having to, like, hang out with my boyfriend and stuff c) no more night eating stories d) Seattle will be that much less tidy and scented-candled. In fact, Seattle might actually smell completely different without Cameron and his artillery of scented candles. God, it's going to be miserable. 2) My wonderful and financially irresponsible boyfriend bought me a PIANO for my birthday. A friggin piano! It's electric, which I had always kind of wondered about ... but friends, let me tell you, I am in love. She is beautiful. She SOUNDS beautiful. She also has a headphone jack (important when you live in a small apartment and your boyfriend is tired of hearing Chopin). The problem is, I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. I'm at work and all I think about is this piano. I just want to go home and play it. It was strange, the first night I got it I couldn't do a thing, and then the other night, all of the sudden, my fingers just REMEMBERED how to do it. And now I'm Pathetique-ing all over the place. I forgot how much I miss playing music! I did it for so many years and then didn't do it for so many years. It's very therapeutic. Oh yeah, there is also a 3) Keep your eye out for my fight with a fellow Seattlest writer about why Portland > Seattle. Should be up today or tomorrow. And then all of you Portland peeps best be chiming in. Support the homeland.

wtf

I KNOOOOOOW. it's been a long while. it's been a crazy summer. see pictures. more to come. now that fall is nigh and i will no longer feel guilty nesting in my apartment, the posts are gonna come more frequently. today is the first day of bumbershoot (which i have somehow missed every labor day for the past six years) and I'm goin' in style: con press pass. no lines! check out my bumbershoot diary (and other things) here: http://www.seattlest.com