i’m only


When I wake up early in the morning,
Lift my head, I’m still yawning
When I’m in the middle of a dream
Stay in bed, float up stream
Please don’t wake me, no
don’t shake me
Leave me where I am
I’m only sleeping
Everybody seems to think I’m lazy
I don’t mind, I think they’re crazy
Running everywhere at such a speed
Till they find, there’s no need
Please don’t spoil my day
I’m miles away
And after all
I’m only sleeping


i live at the plaza, the plaza hotel.

C lost a tooth yesterday and the Tooth Fairy visited her. I accompanied her to the school book fair with the proceeds from her tooth. I hate teeth; they give me the creeps.

I had to explain Thanksgiving to the girls in the car this morning. They didn’t understand why people are “so crazy” about Thanksgiving, especially because there are no presents involved. Basically, I summed it up as this: When you’re a grown-up, you have lots of responsibilities and stress (insert explanation of both responsibility and stress here), and sometimes you think more about the bad and crazy things in your life than the good. But on Thanksgiving, you are supposed to be thankful (insert explanation of being thankful here), and that makes you stop and think more about the good things in your life. It makes you realize that your life might not be as bad or crazy as you think.

Today’s StoryCorps on NPR was very touching. I love StoryCorps.

shake and cough.

I want the holidays to be here, but I hate the holidays. I hate the commercialism of the holidays. I hate being inundated with red and green and ho ho ho, having it crammed down my throat from November 1st until December 26. I hate all the greed and the YOU MUST BUY THIS FOR YOUR CHILDREN OR ELSE THEY WILL DEFINITELY HATE YOU. I think I pretty much just want to bake some cookies in the shape of reindeer. And I want to listen to Johnny Mathis in front of a roaring fire (preferably in a fireplace) with a mug of eggnog. That’s about it, really.

I can’t believe I resisted the US version of The Office for so long. I did it on principle, really – I love the Ricky Gervais/Stephen Merchant UK original so much that I felt like a traitor for considering anything else. Although Michael Scott is no David Brent, the show is fucking hilarious in every way.

I really like owls. They’re about to usurp the penguin’s position as my favorite animal.


fade astride a volta.


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.


got a face with a view

It’s been a long week. I’m working on getting organized (as always) and getting myself together. I’m crossing things off my to-do list and that makes me really happy.

I’m going to make some cupcakes and watch Jesus Camp this weekend.

I’ve been listening to the Talking Heads today. I think that was a good idea.

Friday Five time.

1. What’s something that’s hanging from your ceiling?
a glowing red exit sign. I’m at work.

2. What’s something that’s hanging on your wall?
a poster of Quark from Star Trek DS9.

3. What’s something that’s hanging in your closet?
a multitude of bulky, comfy sweaters.

4. What’s hanging from your rear-view mirror?
a glass ornament.

5. What have you been hanging onto for too long?


the paperless patriot.


I voted at 8:30 this morning. Now, I’m not known for my blatant American pride. Actually, I’m known for quite the opposite. But I can’t help but feel a little twinge of something that might be patriotism’s sister. I made a contribution, and even if it doesn’t count, even if my candidates don’t win, at least I can’t sit back and say “Don’t blame me, I didn’t vote.” No matter how disenchanted I get with politics, I won’t be one of those people.

I have a very sore throat. It feels like I’ve been eating fiberglass insulation.

Due to a series of mishaps and fuckups, our electricity got turned off last night. It was out until nearly 11 PM. Please don’t ask how much extra we had to pay to get someone to come to our house and restore power before the normal 24-hour timeframe. It’s disgusting. But it was kinda fun to only have candlelight and play games with K.




lost in time.


Halloween was a great success. The girls, dressed as a robot and a zombie, made a killing in candy. They also raked in some more unusual treats, like mini-containers of PlayDough, stickers, and organic cookies. When we came home, they ate a late dinner by candlelight of spooky chicken noodle soup (spooky because it was in black bowls) and grilled cheese sandwiches cut into the shape of ghosts.

Daylight Savings Time ended today and I have no clue what time it really is. It’s very confusing.

I’m going to make some pecan shortbread cookies this afternoon, and because I don’t actually have any pecans and don’t want to go to the store to get them, I’m going to sift through a bag of semi-stale maple pecan cereal and pick out all the nuts. Shhh… don’t tell anyone.