Tuesday, 9/7/04 - 21:37
I feel good. In the last month or two I've met a lot of fascinating people on the street and a couple wise ones, and I've interviewed them all about Las Vegas (not to mention reading some keen stuff about consumption in the mornings before I went interviewing). I've been hanging out with Ted's family in the waves at the edge of the ocean and I've been diving with seals, sea lions, sharks, sea turtles, octopus, eels, and my lovely and talented husband. On the days when we're not comatose from all the diving, I've been enjoying hot sex, playing board games with Ted and Keith and drinking sangria (E.'s recipe, of course), engaging in an old school Sid Meier game of Colonization, and trying to herd several purportedly interested cats into a one- or two-shot game of My Life With Master or some other roleplaying game. We're plotting scuba classes that may exceed my limited physical prowess, as well as going to the cheap movie on Tuesdays, and having a glass of 2002 Goat-Roti after dinner (the name you'd love to touch -- it's a surprisingly good blended red wine from South Africa that's cheap at the Big Nasty) while we watch things that have been sitting on the TiVo for years. We've also been heckling the more recent Republican convention from our couch in the company of the Conversationalist and Fiancée M. (still thinking up a catchy name for her), teasing chicken stock out of left over bones, and making pizza with enough layers to be considered a casserole. I'm looking for volunteer opportunities in Santa Barbara that don't require a more sustained commitment than I'll be able to give when school starts. I'm looking forward to seeing Luscious again later this week. I've also been swallowed whole by several novels, because that's what happens to me nowdays when I read fiction, even sucky fiction -- whatever immunity I developed due to long exposure as a youth seems to have evaporated. I've spent other hours online reading primary sources regarding what a lack of gifts in American birthday rituals means to various kinds of people, as well as looking (unsuccessfully) for pagan invocations written with a scuba diver's understanding of the ocean. I wrote lots of journal entries about my own religious life longhand in coffee shops downtown, though I haven't decided yet whether I'll transcribe and post any of them. We had an unexpected but welcome houseguest and saw some meteors. And we spent a very nice week in Kauai with Ted's extended family, and in Florida with my extended family... I know most of the things on this list probably don't sound like much to you, but to me they're veritable icons of the good life. Half of what's going on is that I'm getting enough sleep for once and a third is that I'm in love with the kelp forest and not sure what to do about it. I fall madly, head over heels in love with places at least as often as with people: my highscool, the University of Chicago, Chicago, Berlin, plus a brief fling with Vienna and a long distance suspicion that there's something about Boston. Somewhere in the back of my head the Prince of Cairo keeps intoning "Everything ist besser underwasser," except the last word or two burbles away.
Long live Diaryland!
The five most recent entries:
More Naval Gazing - Saturday, 8/13/05
Anniversary Diving - Friday, 8/12/05
Academic Tip of the Week - Tuesday, May. 17, 2005
How to tell a Midwesterner - Sunday, 4/24/05
Academic Feelings - Thursday, 4/21/05
Ted's most recent entry:
Monday, May 12