Of rainy days and being stupid-in-love

Sorry about the radio silence folks but I am 1. as previously mentioned in this post, the village idiot and 2. sans 3G which makes posting outside of the comfort and joy of the work place challenging. And be warned: the likelihood of this post being south of anything resembling erudition is very good*!
I’m [...]

Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009

Of drinking wine for the kids

It is wine festival time again /GRIN. El the Legend’s church* has a yearly charity event where all gather to have wine, good food and excellent conversation. This year I have my own table.
Folk in attendance: CC, Delicious One, Rangineer, O the Metal Alchemist, Lovely Lila (MM’s sister), Hot Divorce Lawyer & friend and a [...]

Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009

Of getting my comeuppance and watching maybe-love bloom

I’ve been dumped*.
Ok, this perhaps needs a bit of explaining :). The Lovely Redheaded Photographer and I attempted “dating”. He is one kickass guy and hopefully still part of the elitist friend group I have going.  I told him a while ago he deserves the genuine “kicked in the stomach but in a good way, [...]

Tuesday, August 11th, 2009

Of reading and penetrating cold

I love how sometimes only 1 day can be of such awesome that writing becomes a giggling Herculean task.
Last night was indeed epic, even if it was not nearly what I had envisioned it to be. El was, as always, freaking legendary. It is a miracle that the woman can move without stepping over the [...]

Saturday, August 1st, 2009

Of reading again and existence

Bloody Cassander. If you haven’t read him yet do so now. Right now. It’s like having Eggers or Wallace immediately accessible.
Reading him and those guys is like swimming in syrupy long island iced tea and every somatic cell takes greedy, hiccuping gulps.
I told you I was reading My mistresses’s sparrow is dead. This is one [...]

Tuesday, July 7th, 2009

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