don't tell me to stop5.08.2008
Madonna: Grand theft video?
Here's INXS' "Kiss the Dirt" from 1985:
And here's Madge's "Don't Tell Me" from 2000:
coincidence? hmmmmmmmmm.
JTBjr
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rippin' kitten5.05.2008
Well, well, well, what have we here?
I'm back from a quick New York trip and happy to report that I'm in one piece and have no gangrenous protuberances. Ahem...
Went to the surgeon this morning and was chastized for missing my appointment. Yesterday. With a different doctor. Whatthe...?? If there's one thing I'm not, it's a confused scheduler. I don't still keep a paper day planner 'cause it's chic, ya know. Writing it down reinforces it. And when I write Dr X on Thursday, I don't mean Dr Y on Wednesday. Got it? I think they get it now...Upon further discovery, the two nurses looked at each other knowingly and said "Ohhhh, Sheila scheduled it." So now I'm on the Self Mending plan and damn if I don't feel 67% better. Appreciate all the cards and letters, though.
Dined solo at Prune, like I like to do. Gabrielle was there, cooking, a first. She sent some lovely grilled ramps my way. Funny, growing up in Appalachia, we made fun of ramps, a staple of the mountain folk. How far we've come...Anyway, I dined on fried Bluepoint Oysters (huge and delicious), a Fiddlehead Fern and Fennel salad (love the alliteration) and some shaved beets with wax beans and citrus. Tami took good care of me and I promised to go see her when she's in town for this.
My hotel sucked. "Dream." Not. That's what I get for trying to save The Man some money. And everyone on the plane last night was uber bitchy. I mean, c'mon y'all, you've traveled before, right?
At least the dogs were glad to see me. Yay!
JTBjr
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there's this lady who walks everywhere on her hands5.04.2008
Tanya Donelly, who knew?
I've never been one to use this little parcel of bandwidth as a place to air my complaints. Check the archives; I've just not. I'm not a complainer. Ever. But Today Has Been Rough.
Seering pain in my most lower abdomen and an almost inability to get up and down and walk and lift. Tells me one thing, Hernia. Ouch. The doctor, who is like a best buddy, not a physician, couldn't find anything as he grabbed and groped in the most intimate, impersonal way. Neat. Off to the surgeon I go *Thursday* for further evaluation.
I
am
getting
old(er).
Still
he clings
In other news, The Lady Royce took most excellent care of EriK and I last night at LaTavola. Best of the night: house-made mozarella with sugar-stewed tomatoes (which tasted just like my mother's Betty Crocker Tomato Pudding....save the Saltine cracker crust).
I don't deal well with pain and I don't like being incapacitated in any shape, form or fashion.
/whining.
JTBjr
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juliet5.02.2008
It has been quite the weekend. Sleep has been sparse but it sure has been worth it. The weather is stunning, the city at its prime and the people full of joy and charm.
Here are some highlights:
* Friday night I poured a gin and tonic and walked up to Top Floor. It was strangely slow and Adam and Darren took really excellent care of me. I sat at the bar and sampled Adam's various gins and tonics. Derwood drifted by, we discussed his expansion plans and the night passed in a slow, lovely way. On my walk home, I stopped to say hi to Jennifer and Jonathan, interrupting their porch quartet. The world came full circle chatting with them, the artist sister of one of my oldest friends and her husband.
* Saturday was drippy and cloudy and cool. I wrapped presents and set off for Jeffrey's and a baby shower for a favorite straight couple given by their adoring gay friends. The green and yellow was particularly set off in the surprising afternoon sun beaming into Jeffrey's stark white bungalow. It was aesthetic perfection, to be honest. My conversations were meaningful and full of purpose and fell right into place.
* Jill's graduation party was another extension of the fine community into which I find myself entwined. It occurred to me as I chatted up the bartender/aerialist, that I live a charmed life.
* Rose probably didn't appreciate the late night/early morning shenanigans on his back porch. I did.
* One of my favorite people on earth crashed chez moi and it was nice to have someone in the house. We ate the last of the pimiento cheese, discussed writing and barely missed the sunrise. Love ya, Ash.
* And today has been quiet and deliberate. Cooking, cleaning. Reading. Enjoying the light.
* I do so love my friends and for that alone, I am thankful. You are great.
JTBjr
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sweet lorraine5.01.2008
Lots going on. Here's a list:
* Last night's ASO concert was absolutely lovely. Thanks Mr Hands and Ms B for what's become a very nice birthday tradition. But can we please get a new Symphony Hall?
* yes, Carlino, we are becoming Gays of A Certain Age.
* Much drama this morning as my parents got separated going through security at the Airport, the world's busiest. I have my suspicion of who's at fault.
* And it's not my mother.
* Damn if I don't make a mean lasagna.
* Another stellar ride this morning. Everything is so green, roses abloom everywhere and all kinds of good-looking people out walking dogs and enjoying the Great Out Of Doors before summer sets in.
* On tap for the weekend: A baby shower for a favorite couple, a graduation party for my long lost twin sister, and general OSW activities around the homestead.
JTBjr
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hard candy4.30.2008
It's May Day and I didn't know whether to post a picture of Soviet tanks rolling past the Kremlin or the workers of world rising up in protest or some sinking ship...so I've (c)opted for The Children. 'Cause when you really don't want to stand for anything, just stand for the children. Who can argue, right?
JTBjr
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i read it in the sunday paper4.29.2008
I hope they're reading this over at the Atlanta Journal-Constitution. At least so that Anne Cox Chambers can remain one of the richest women in the world.
JTBjr
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i am superman4.28.2008
More steps taken at the beginning of what could be a very interesting journey. I'll remain just that cryptic for now.
One thing is clear: doing is much better than not doing. Just to be in motion is motivation enough.
Thanks for lunch, Pattie!
And I'd be remiss if I didn't mention what we feasted upon: a 100% local (as in from Pattie's backyard garden) salad featuring various greens and herbs, hard boiled duck eggs from the local duck and Sweet Grass Dairy Green Hill and Chevre; Oregano bread (yes, the herbs from just outside the patio door) with tomato (one of our "visitors," this one from Florida) and the freshest butter EVER (as in, I made it while Pat put lunch together) and about the best tea I've ever had (lemon balm, mint and agave nectar - all local or very local). I felt like I was eating spring. For desert, oatmeal cookies, Georgia strawberries and raw milk from Chad's cow. What's most impressive is that 90% of the meal, served in the most suburban of settings, was from our FoodShed. If one woman can do this, imagine how well we'd all eat (and how much better off we'd be) if we followed her lead. Food for thought, y'all.
JTBjr
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freeze frame
Wow!
Check out my good friend Chris' new photography site.
Congrats, SouthKL.
JTBjr
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the promise4.25.2008
I often forget just how good Echo and the Bunnymen were. What a voice Ian McCulloch has.
Anyway, here's the weekend report: Napped and cooked Friday, creating what might be my best batch of chicken salad yet. Decided I'm done with Chard and again thanked Teeter for the Tomato Powder.
Was up with the chickens, attempting a demi JohnBrown Saturday. Bank, Morningside Farmers' Market, Pike's, an hour ride and some laundry. I think it's cheating when the people are lined up forFull Moon FarmsWoodland Gardens hot house tomatoes....in April. Too bad The Hottest Farmer on Earth is in California (hoe'ing for the French Laundry, no less). Anyway, picked up some baby carrots, teeny tiny new potatoes, radishes, romaine, beets and more Guaranteed Happy Pig Sausage (non-spicy this time, destined for a lasagna). Pike's was a disaster for the second spring Saturday in a row. This time, no lighting, no staff and several "rebootings" of the cash register system. No wonder they're bankrupt. 'Tis sad when a local institution crashes and burns like that.
Part II of the day involved riding over to the Inman Park Festival. Good Times were had at the Junior League Brunch. Little Robert showed no shame in throwing down the carbohydrate gauntlet, well-oiled with bacon fat. On the menu: several frittatas, brussels sprouts with fennel, sourdough french toast, cheese garlic grits, maple syrup bacon and scads of mimosas. The Festival was OK....it grows more and more crowded each year and I swear, if you saw one double stroller, you saw 4000. And so strollers at Festivals are hereby declared Public Enemy Number One. Ran into a woman I dated in college and we fell right back into the same old terrible behavior rituals. Neat. Thanks to the mimosas and several Stellas, I was in bed, comatose, early.
It rained so sweetly Saturday night that I didn't want to get out of bed yesterday. But I did and read the paper on the porch with coffee and scrambled eggs. Gus got his fair share. Stuck the plants I bought in the ground and finished my grocery shopping. I may have achieved new levels of Old Southern Woman-ness as I turned half of Saturday's bounty into pickles and crafted some damn good pimiento cheese. Thanks Future Ex Boyfriend Chef for the recipe. Walked the dog, napped and dined on leftovers with the Sharley-Turnbulls. Talk turned to Provincetown, as it always does. Methinks we'll all end up there somehow. There are worse places...
JTBjr
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run
Some thoughts and observations. Not too many, though. In other words, Friday's list:
* Uncork A Cure should be called Uncork a Hangover.
* Flirted with my Imaginary Future Ex Boyfriend Chef
* Inman Park Festival
* Meatloaf Sliders.
* Duffy
* New Clothes
* That's all I can muster
And here's a video treat from Varla:
JTBjr
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