gently turn to the right.
the weekend before the weekend we just had {would that make it last last weekend?} andrea and i spent a day eating and hiking and catching up. it amazes me how infrequently i see some of the people i love so much...a potent reminder of how lost in the vast sea of our lives we can become. it also makes me realize how infrequently people are in my car, as the wig is ever so rarely worn. andrea looked at the photo and laughed, commenting that sometimes she looks so androgynous on film, that matt {her husband} has named this person "mike." {though my sunglasses on her face surely don't help.} alas, we all wear so many masks.
and tonight, the mask of performer for me. another show, likely the last for some time, as the booker in me has fallen tired. doesn't someone want to be our manager? our booker at least? so the make-out room. of course the pulled muscle in my stomach isn't helping matters much. i thought i had broken a rib yesterday on my bike {which i've done in the past, though not on the bike} but this morning it feels better. i can breathe a bit more deeply, and may gently turn to the right. how fragile these bodies of ours. ahhhhhhhhhh.
Posted by jeff pitcher at January 19, 2004 11:20 AM
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not every single point bush made in his state of the union address last night warrant a standing ovation, if any at all.
Posted by: Brina at January 21, 2004 08:07 AM
man those republicans sure know how to party...
Posted by: ChinRingDingO at January 21, 2004 09:52 AM
Party, party, party…speaking of which…
Tonight’s moonrise marks the commencement of Vietnamese/Chinese New Year…
Technically, I shouldn’t be working from then through Saturday, otherwise I shall be cursed for the rest of the lunar year with tough labor. I’m supposed to party my ass off for three days straight, light the evening streets with numerous lanterns, don my best traditional Asian attire, sing/chant/dance, receive red envelopes filled with $$$, pay respects to my ancestors, set off firecrackers to ward off evil spirits, eat-drink-sleep, create a raucous, engage in debauchery, and what not. (Okay, the latter points are more for Mardi Gras; I’m just making excuses to behave inappropriately.)
Hmmm…perhaps I should bring this up to my boss and see how he feels about me just sitting around on my ass all day doing absolutely nothing. Oh, so tempting.
2004. Year of the Monkey – a favorable year for those born under signs of the monkey, rat & dragon, the monkey’s triangle of affinity. Attempt it (the Great Sitting), and you shall succeed. Build it (the website), and they will come.
Posted by: hidden dragon at January 21, 2004 02:51 PM
indeed, i am the year of the rat. i am ready.
Posted by: jeff pitcher at January 21, 2004 04:22 PM
Having been born in the year of the cock, I have a built-in excuse for debauchery...
Posted by: Chin at January 22, 2004 08:35 AM
ooh la la! can i join you???
Posted by: hidden dragon at January 22, 2004 09:15 AM
Were it that I could, absolutely!
Posted by: ChinRingDingO at January 22, 2004 10:47 AM
