I had a story dream--haven't had one in awhile this good. I was critiquing a house with a real estate flipper--trying to figure out why it hadn't sold. One of the real estate flipper's assistant's who looked like Denzel Washington ended up talking to one of the owner's kids (he was a black kid I've seen on TV, but I don't remember who he was). I asked him if he was worried about some safety-type problem and he said no because he had an alarm system (imaginary). His desk had two buttons under the tabletop and if there was a problem he pressed one, and if it was a really bad problem (there had never been a problem that bad yet) he pressed the other and someone came to help (I forget exactly who, or what sort of helper he said would come). It was so cinegraphic--complete with camera shots pointing up under the desk with close ups of his finger moving to press the first button--then shots of our faces, then shots of his finger moving to the second button). When he pressed the second button there was an earth quake and he pulled his finger back becaaaaaause at that exact moment GODZILLA WOKE UP!!!) Real Godzilla too, not dinosaur Godzilla with long shots of him moving through the burning city.
He actually ate people in this movie/dream. Some of the "main characters" got chomped. Some people who understood the whole Godzilla Zeitgeist came and spoke with us. The assistant was mentioning the coincidence of the kid pushing the button and the ground shaking to someone in their presence. They heard and were excited. They decided that the kid was The Speaker who could communicate with Godzilla (in otherwords, the annoying Japanese kid with the hat who could ask Godzilla to not destroy the planet).
I had decided to run through the dream again and make the kid get a shock on his finger when he pressed the second button, but Darwin woke me up.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Mrs. Clean (in certain areas)
John and Paul are here! It's a delicate balancing act--the clean before the storm. Don't want to start the visit exhausted, but I get so much done that I've been longing to do. It's always a surprise to see what hardened on unfinished detrius gets shaken free with a little panic and fervor. The living room is done, the kitchen mostly done. didn't get the bathroom really done or the hallway mopped, but hopefully if they don't look too closely...
So good to see them! Both of them have paintings aging in an attic somewhere. John took us out to dinner. It was too cold and too late to eat out of doors, so Darwin couldn't come. I filled his crate with wonderment--Dingos (rawhide with meat wrapped inside), dried chicken, doggy bones and other chewy goodness. He wanted to go in immediately, but, he had to wait which hopefully made his confinement seem less of an onus. He was asleep when we got home and oh-so-silently crept up to the door and peered into the window to see.
We went to Zeki, the Japanese restaurant that replaced Perkins near Target. We've been wanting to go to it and here was the chance. As expected it was a Benihana...admirer but the food was, I think, better. They had a mix of grill seating--the type where the chef amazes you by firebombing the grill and tossing shrimp into your mouth--and they had booth-ish table. John seemed to want a booth, but Paul suffered a little grill envy. One cool thing, the booths for two were made out of rough hewn logs! Unfortunately, none of them were for 4 so we got one of the non-lumber tables.
They were doing bang up business--it's a happening birthday dinner spot. In fact, we walked in to the disco "Happy Birthday--non-copywrited edition--recording that they crank up for every celebrant. There were at least 4 birthdays that evening, and at least one brought their own cake!
Rob and I had the Filet Mignon Hibachi dinner. Oh so good! John and I both couldn't finish ours so we brought some home for Darwin. I gave him a bite, he chomped down, and amazement flooded his little doggy face. He evidently expected it to be a dried treat. So right away, the texture sort of startled him. Then his eyes slid over to one side as he considered the taste and he entered doggy rapture. He got some more for breakfast and he was very concerned that the cat got some too.
So good to see them! Both of them have paintings aging in an attic somewhere. John took us out to dinner. It was too cold and too late to eat out of doors, so Darwin couldn't come. I filled his crate with wonderment--Dingos (rawhide with meat wrapped inside), dried chicken, doggy bones and other chewy goodness. He wanted to go in immediately, but, he had to wait which hopefully made his confinement seem less of an onus. He was asleep when we got home and oh-so-silently crept up to the door and peered into the window to see.
We went to Zeki, the Japanese restaurant that replaced Perkins near Target. We've been wanting to go to it and here was the chance. As expected it was a Benihana...admirer but the food was, I think, better. They had a mix of grill seating--the type where the chef amazes you by firebombing the grill and tossing shrimp into your mouth--and they had booth-ish table. John seemed to want a booth, but Paul suffered a little grill envy. One cool thing, the booths for two were made out of rough hewn logs! Unfortunately, none of them were for 4 so we got one of the non-lumber tables.
They were doing bang up business--it's a happening birthday dinner spot. In fact, we walked in to the disco "Happy Birthday--non-copywrited edition--recording that they crank up for every celebrant. There were at least 4 birthdays that evening, and at least one brought their own cake!
Rob and I had the Filet Mignon Hibachi dinner. Oh so good! John and I both couldn't finish ours so we brought some home for Darwin. I gave him a bite, he chomped down, and amazement flooded his little doggy face. He evidently expected it to be a dried treat. So right away, the texture sort of startled him. Then his eyes slid over to one side as he considered the taste and he entered doggy rapture. He got some more for breakfast and he was very concerned that the cat got some too.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
I Learnt a Lesson
Yes, baking soda (as I saw on TV) does help get wood clean, but, it also turns the wood an icky, sickly green. Helping to explain why this tip isn't on the Arm & Hammer website.
Friday, October 5, 2007
Falling Fall With Wistfull Languor
The leaves are coming down, though most of them are still green. The yellows, reds and oranges are just beginning to creep in. They have yet to do that cascading thing they do in late fall where it's like raining leaves. I've heard that there isn't supposed to be much color as it's been so dry.
It definitely smells like fall. Hrm, sweet and warm? Sort of like a wettish library smell. Okay, I know it's probably rotting leaves, but it smells good. Vague memories of trips to Brown County, Indiana to look at the fall color are sort of clouding into my brain whenever I go outside leading to a cobwebby feeling of being both here and there.
In the 70's, Brown County was firmly entrenched in the hippy/artisan ethos. There was a lot of pottery, dipped/shaved candles and stained glass in shops covered with untreated wood shingles. The stores smelled of cinnamon, apples and beeswax so that those smells are forever entwined with the smell of fall. Now of course there are lots of tiny mugs with people's names on them and stuff made in China--c'est la révolution--crab, crab.
I always get the itch for apple cider around this time of year because one fall I had the best apple cider in the whole world--I mean WHOLE WORLD! China, Bancock, Australia, India, Africa--assuming any of those places has cider. It was unpasturized from a wooden press and like drinking concentrated sweetish-tart liquid apples...which of course it was. It was one of those peak experiences that you spend your whole life trying to find again.
It's all new to Darwin. He was walking on the crispy, crunchy fallen leaves like he was afraid he'd fall through. New sensation for him. Can't wait to see him in the snow! He's going to need a sweater though--he shivers if the AC is up too high in the car.
It definitely smells like fall. Hrm, sweet and warm? Sort of like a wettish library smell. Okay, I know it's probably rotting leaves, but it smells good. Vague memories of trips to Brown County, Indiana to look at the fall color are sort of clouding into my brain whenever I go outside leading to a cobwebby feeling of being both here and there.
In the 70's, Brown County was firmly entrenched in the hippy/artisan ethos. There was a lot of pottery, dipped/shaved candles and stained glass in shops covered with untreated wood shingles. The stores smelled of cinnamon, apples and beeswax so that those smells are forever entwined with the smell of fall. Now of course there are lots of tiny mugs with people's names on them and stuff made in China--c'est la révolution--crab, crab.
I always get the itch for apple cider around this time of year because one fall I had the best apple cider in the whole world--I mean WHOLE WORLD! China, Bancock, Australia, India, Africa--assuming any of those places has cider. It was unpasturized from a wooden press and like drinking concentrated sweetish-tart liquid apples...which of course it was. It was one of those peak experiences that you spend your whole life trying to find again.
It's all new to Darwin. He was walking on the crispy, crunchy fallen leaves like he was afraid he'd fall through. New sensation for him. Can't wait to see him in the snow! He's going to need a sweater though--he shivers if the AC is up too high in the car.
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