FOR THE WEEK OF DECEMBER 6-12, 2009
WHAT I’M READING: My mother’s thesis. I’m all over Margaret Avison. Damn, can she string words together! (Yes, we are in the throws of PhD madness over at the Davey household; Simon expects to narrowly beat my mother to the finish.)
God. God.
Throwingness of PhDing over.
Under. God.
Over Too.
To.
Him.
(My tribute to Avison.) I will save my tribute to cell expansion for another time.
WHAT ELSIE’S READING: A children’s book so boring and so badly written, I can’t even remember the title. Something about what Wooly shouldn’t eat—a terrible and negative premise for a book! The ‘touchy feely’ pictures throughout are equally lame. Elsie and I want to grope interesting textures, thank you very much. Is that too much to ask? Just because it’s glossy, doesn’t make it appealing and touchable. As my acting teacher always said, ‘Can’t you just be interesting?’ Exactly, Wooly. Can’t you? I know it hurts, but it needed to be said.
WHAT I’M WATCHING: Our first family Wiggles DVD. Elsie is discovering her Wiggles groove while Simon and I mutually crush on Kylie Minogue who stars in the first song. Somehow she makes hugging monkeys a very sexy thing.
WHAT I’M LISTENING TO: Robert Plant and Alison Krauss: Raising Sand. I really like this album and so might you. Have a listen here. As if this site isn’t replete with useful bits to take away!
WHAT I’M WEARING: I’m all about the American Apparel basics right now. Long slim-fitting basic shirts. I am channeling Jennifer Garner. You know when she’s picking up the kids from school and acting all regular. Her jaunting around Brentwood clothes. Have mercy! I spent two days in Metro and subsequently read every magazine on the shelf. Thrice.
WHAT I’M EATING: Let’s talk about what I’m preparing to eat. Tonight I am making chicken in a slow cooker…with basil, white wine, carrots and onions. And more sea salt than my father would care to know. With a side of Bunny Grahams.
WHAT I’M ENJOYING: Dreaming of our life post-thesis. All the things we will do without that measure of ‘what-I-should-be-doing-guilt’ hanging over our heads.
WHAT I’M SNIFFING: Sadly, cat shit. I’ll have you know my cat’s shit is the most rancid shit on planet earth. Not even hundred scented candles could snuff out Frannie’s stench. Do I love her any less? That’s the question, isn’t it?
Alright then. Have a great Tuesday.
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Raising Sand is a great album, but as good as it is, it doesn’t measure up to seeing them live. If they come back this way and you get a chance, do go.
Carmin and I saw them last year: http://web.weirdways.com/words/ramblings/9/plant-krauss-kicking-ass-raising-sand
Indeed, I will look for them in concert…
I have a crush on Kylie too – and how did the chicken turn out?
LESS. Less I say. Well I would anyhow. Yes less for me too. Our Teka is enjoying a holiday (away from here) of love from the Grandparents (whilst I look for a more loving home for her.)
Yes, LESS. Admit it!
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