I visited my parents and went to an old friend’s baby shower on Sunday. I shot a bunch of photos of my old hometown(s). I’m rather proud of them, and they’re all up on my Flickr page, if you’re interested.
I’ve been listening to Rufus Wainwright lately. His voice is like velvet. I was going to say “like suede,” but velvet because it’s a little scratchier. I love his lyrics – they’re emotional and cerebral at the same time. Is that possible? They’re audio-aesthetic, which is a phrase I made up and wrote down on a post-it note.
As K’s vocabulary expands and her grasp on language tightens, I’m more and more able to have in-depth conversations with her. Which is really nice and also very amusing. In the car last night, I was talking to her and she said, “I don’t want to talk. I’m frustrated and my head hurts.” We were eating a bagel a couple days ago, and she requested to spread the cream cheese on hers by herself. “Don’t worry, I’m good at handling knives,” she said.