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{06•15•06} birds
spun with tears

Q. Why is he giant?
Q. Why is he giant, standing up to his armpits in the sea?
Q. Why is he giant, standing up to his armpits in the sea, surely scaring the bejesus out of the hapless boaters?
Q. Why is he giant, standing up to his armpits in the sea, scaring the bejesus out of the hapless boaters, whilst wearing Travolta's SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER suit?

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( illustration from my site of the week pick, www.sbritt.com )

BIG overtures, or small gestures, friends do so much to lift our spirits and keep us feelin' warm and fuzzy -- sometimes when we least expect it (but always when we most need it). A good friend of mine recently, quite out of the blue, wrote me a lengthy email, which included an astonishingly complimentary, overwhelmingly touching list of 19 things that my I HEART TO BLOG blog has made him think/feel/remind him of (and I quote):

1. I friggin' miss you.
2. I am so happy you are my friend (belive me its a SHORT list).
3. I love that you are so creative.
4. You are soooo funny.
5. I love that you can go to a club concert in 4-inch heels and be worried
about your clutch.
6. I love/cried that you didn't have enough $$$ for Elvis to marry you.
7. I love that you see yourself as a "cool kid."
8. You constantly look for beauty in all things.
9. I totally would have laughed at you in high school and would've contemplated
your future during math class, guessing it would be:
A) blow up the school (a-la Carrie) OR
B) commit suicide because joy division was on repeat in your bedroom.
10. You really, really, really love your mac.
11. You have a friend who is a banker. Say it together: a banker.
12. You married your "Canadian" boyfriend so that you could stay in the U.S.
(I'm pretty sure it should have been the other way around).
13. You love your said "Canadian" boyfriend/husband and you both are
eachother's foundations.
14. I love that you have a dog, I love your dog, I love your dog's name.
15. I love that your life has purpose and meaning (even though you don't know it).
16. I love that you remind me that I too am a secret nerd who grew up on
the internet and have constantly lived in conflict over the MAC vs.PC battle.
17. You remind me that I have a YAMICA camera that is all manual
and shiny and new that I bought for photography class in college -- AND that
we decided we are not buying any art for the house; that I am instead shooting it
designing and framing it. (I found my photography class book and realized
that I know so much but stopped using said knowledge... BUT now will
continue to use in order to expose my son to creativity... AND that I took
great pictures and was embarassed when the teacher would showcase my work,
so I stopped).
18. I love that you constantly remind me that you live life and not let life live you.
(does that make sense? I just thought it up).
19. And above all, I love that you make me want to be all that I can be.
And not in a military-fascist sort of way, but in a
and not-to-be-afraid-of-letting-loose-all-that-creative/electronic
-mojo-pent-up-inside-in-my-new-mac-laptop way.

Thank you, V. You can't imagine how many times I have referred to this list and smiled. You make me wanna be the best damn friend/blogger a germophobic banker ever had... and while I may be a secret nerd (or not so secret) and really, really, really love my mac, I will never-ever forget that YOU are the one who tenderly and lovingly taught me the ways of the PC: they must be rebooted often, updated even more than that, and that right-click gives you a contextual menu of options. YAY!

site of the week - s. britt


S. Britt rocks the party. Really. REALLY. I love the portfolio of work (drool), I love the About page, I love the (very clever) Extra Extra page, I love the links (oh so many!), and I love the store chock full 'o' S. Britt goodness. I just love S. Britt. LOVE. Really.

I have been a music fan for as long as memory serves, but I'm not really a traditional, top 40 radio kinda gal. I much prefer internet radio, truth be told, as it's so much more varied and targeted. Sites like luxeriaMusic.com ever strengthen this preference, and I was so very pleased to happen upon in the other day. Their description sold me immediately: "The perfect soundtrack for your sophisticated lifestyle, whether you're relaxing at home or trapped inside an office cube. Featuring outre lounge & Latin jazz, breezy swinging instrumentals and vocals, groovy 60's go-go, psychedelia, quirky oddities, retro pop and surf music." Cool, baby. Listen for FREE to 56kbps streams, or to 128kbps CD quality streams for 25 cents/day or $5/month. I'm all over it. You should think about luxuriating too!

What in the world will I write about MYSTERY?
Will I write a personal anecdote?
Will I write about the daily mysteries in everyday life?
Will I write about all the "big questions" that confound me?
Oh boy -- will I dare open up THAT huge cans of worms?
Can I even handle doing all that this morning?
Would it unearth too much?
Or should I keep it light instead? Funny, perhaps?
Funny's fun. People like funny.
Can I even concentrate on this right now?
I do know that I have a terrible headache this morning. Why is that?
How could such a delicious wine be named, "Cat Pee On a Gooseberry Bush?"
(ahh - guess I just solved the headache mystery)
What will I do with today?
Why can't it be warmer out? (it is June after all).
What can M & I do for fun, that's not terribly expensive?
When will I stop factoring money into my every thought?
(quick, quick, must distract myself with something else...)
Where did I get this horrible, stinging cut on my knuckle, by the way?
When should I press the coffee? Has it been long enough?
How will I pour it quietly so that I don't wake up M. next to me?
How long should I let him sleep?
(because sometimes he'll say, "why did you let me sleep so long?!")
Did I really sit through 3 hours of "Super Group" last night?
Why did I find it so damn fascinating?
Well... I think I know why...
Is my throat scratchy because we left that damn fan on?
When are these Anacin going to kick in?
Is this seriously going to be my MYSTERY post?
Is this taking any shape at all yet?
Would it have been easier to write a nostalgic post on Trixie Belden novels?
Or the Hardy Boys?
Or Scooby Doo?!
(I was always so shocked when they pulled the mask off the villain
at the end - to reveal someone they all knew!)
Ooh, Fantasy Island!
Now why did that show scare the absolute crap out of me?
It was based in Hawaii, wasn't it? How could Hawaii be so scary?
I wonder how S. is doing?
(I'm quite sure he's wishing it was warmer too)
I wonder what a/g is doing, and if that phone of hers will ring today?
Why did I pour so much creamer in my cup?!
Why do all my questions sound so whiny?
Do I complain too much?
All tht creamer has made my coffee lukewarm --
will topping it up help? (nope, not so much).
When should I start that Johnny Cash book?
Should I start it while I have the other on the go?
Don't I always have more than one on the go?
How long have I been writing this this morning?
Will anyone even bother reading this?
Did I really bring up Fantasy Island back there?
Hey - I think I had a dream with Tony Soprano in it last night.
He started off looking like dad... but then, by the end,
looked like Tony.
What is THAT saying about me?
What does it MEAN?
Sigh. Definitely waaay to much creamer.
Where did Zero go...?
Ha! Is M. dreaming?
My god, is it seriously almost 10am?!
I wonder if I should shower now.
Can I even finish this coffee?
Ha! I think he IS dreaming.
I wonder if it's about Tony Soprano?
He probably won't even remember.
So is this my MYSTERY post?
Is this really what I'll submit?
I guess it is.
Yep. This is it.

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