latter day bohemian

“absolutely”

Today’s moment of grace came when the tall too-handsome blond boy asked for his second mocha, and laughed because we knew what he wanted and had already started making it. “I obviously come here way too often,” he said, smiling his dimpled smile. He is working on a screenplay, and was on his second mocha – with whipped cream, “absolutely” – because he hadn’t slept last night. “It’s not that you come here too often,” I replied, smiling as I moved the airpots into a more pleasing configuration. “You’re just always so genuinely pleased about your mocha. That’s why we remember.” She handed him his drink – with lots of whipped cream – and he asked “Could I have some chocolate syrup, please?”

4 comments August 29th, 2004

two thoughts (make that three)

I’m totally cool with non-stop Olympics coverage – especially when the coverage is as spectacular as Michael Phelps’s abs and Paul Hamm’s amazing come-back from falling on his butt and the women’s relay race where all the girls were screaming and the swimmer was ahead of the “world record line” (which is so freaking cool to begin with). The only flaw in this whole system is that non-stop Olympic coverage means no Law & Order. And that’s just sad.

However, for your reading pleasure, I provide Spider-Man 2: Webslinger or Weblogger?. It’s a good time.

Addendum: if you happen to have four sons and one daughter, do NOT name them all the same thing. I just worked a family with five Daniels (including the dad) and one Danielle. I’m sorry – that’s just wrong.

2 comments August 19th, 2004

eclectica

It is 12:55am and someone in my building is vacuuming. Today was double shifts, lots of coffee, some isolation, and lots of babbling. I’ve been promised free reign over the music at work tomorrow. (Sidebar: should it be ‘reign’ or ‘rein’? Because I will ‘reign’ over the radio like a queen, but I will also have free ‘rein’, as in control. Hmm.) We watched one terrible movie yesterday, and one really good one. We had shrimp curry and apple pie on my porch. My bed was wonderful and warm, and I suspect it is calling my name as I write this. Much love to you all. Do write soon. My inbox is feeling lonely.

3 comments August 17th, 2004

Each season seems to have its own signature moment for me – sometimes there’s a new one each year, sometimes they carry over. One of my signature summer moments was swimming in the river two years ago with Eva – it was an unbearably hot June day, and we waded into the river still in our summer dresses. I floated on my back and looked at the clear summer sky, the sun drying my dress while still in the water. Fall is unexpected days off – sick days, usually – spent curled up in blankets on the couch drinking tea and watching bad TV. I was home sick on 9/11, and I remember watching Sweet November on pay per view just to get away from the constant coverage. A moment from this last winter – sitting in bed at Shawn’s, the two of us wearing his button-down long-sleeved shirts to stay warm despite the piles of blankets, reading in bed, playing on his laptop, and drinking coffee. Springtime – the first weekend it was really, really nice – walking from Shawn’s apartment to Aroma, and eating on the patio in the sunshine – people-watching and loving my new home all over again.

It’s still summer but the unseasonably cold weather has got me thinking about fall, about the changing leaves and apple cider and sweaters and curling up with my boy. I’m thinking about sick days on the couch with a mug of cocoa. I’m thinking about fuzzy tights. I’m almost ready to put my sandals away. The summer heat will come back, but I don’t think I want it to – not yet.

3 comments August 12th, 2004

a lunch hour of randomness

In the last hour I:

on a less maudlin note

Thanks, Found, for more randomness. Keep your eyes peeled for the Slapdance Across America Tour, hitting Champaign in October.

Add comment August 10th, 2004