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two things i love about googie:

1. one the pleasure he no doubt gets in posting his pictures of various odious politicians who are gone!
2. that through him i met swash. through swash i learned about bre pettis. i love bre pettis.

if i could make a man in one weekend, i would make a bre pettis except mine would live with me in the middlewest.

and while i am at it:

one thing i love about miri: she helps me to be bodywise. well done! i am so impressed with you and your bad self and your bad-self newsletter.

one thing i love about sinead: she won a contest in frederick, maryland.

two things i love about donna: she's a doorbuster and i cannot now read my sunday circulars through this holiday season without thinking of this. and also i love that she would know the way this evening feels tonight here in southeastern michigan...so dark and crisp and bright with fresh snow. it feels like AK here tonight to me. i felt this as i left yoga. i half expected to leave ypsi and head toward someplace called fill-in-the-blank cache on artic or arctic boulevard. why was part of that street spelled incorrectly?

bizzy bee this time of the year. i am super super cranky and ready for the term to end. like one little miss veruca salt, i want it over NOW.

i gave a talk the other day about storytelling in the college that went over pretty darn well if i do say so myself. even the dean chortled.

then on friday p.m., i went with sarah to ypsi to the shadowartfair. it was quite fun. as we rolled up, i said that i had a premonition that it was to be a convergence of creativity. and it was. it practically cackled inside. i saw people peddling their 'zines which of course makes me think of julia and amber and kinko's counters in portland, oregon. i had so much fun walking around, checking out the crafty beavers, and spotting pals that i returned on saturday to make some purchases. on friday, sarah's pals were singing and performing. i knew some of the artists and i spotted some of my architect colleagues milling around. it did actually make me crack out my overhead projector and get working. i was so jazzed about the enterprise that i bundled it up and trundled it to michael and leslie's house for dinner. christina and edward shared my sense of wonder about the overhead but also wondered precisely how it might work out. so we will save that fun for another day. i left the overhead projector in the car during the dinner party.

christina and edward have ever so patiently been inviting me to join them at all manner of social events. i finally acceded. so, we played cranium and ate gorgeous home-baked bread and dal and told silly stories with kim and tin. and michael and leslie's lil logan and walker. logan looks precisely like a blonde isabella when she would eat only gobs of parmesan. and walker stayed up for hours with us carrying on. there was something about the whole outing -- maybe because it was on a dark, icy snowy country road; leslie physically resembled women we knew in AK; because there was a wood-burning stove in a cold frame house; and the many super flannel people -- at any rate, the whole outing seemed very JVC to me. except that as grown people with salaries >$80/month, we drink much better beer and wine.


please cross your fingers that i get a job offer soon. it might just happen.