Finally, the dahlias are in bloom.
Sophisticated IM habits. My sister Abby and cousin Shannon are 10 and 13 years younger than me, respectively. They are my primary insight into the half-generation younger than me. I already knew that their primary way of talking to their friends is AIM and that there are nuanced etiquettes and mores that I can’t even decipher. Now that I’m actually logging into AIM (well, iChat) regularly, I see that one of these is leaving elaborate and detailed away messages. “studying!!!” “real world” “laundry”.
Napolean Dynamite. T and I saw this last summer when Kim was in town, and we all were really craving going to the movies, and there was officially nothing playing but this. There were exactly two things I thought were funny: 1) when he stuffs Tater Tots in his pocket 2) yeah, the dance scene. Everything else was just painful. But damn if the kids don’t love it, with their Vote for Pedro T-Shirts and their little pranks.
The Red Sox are going to lose this year, aren’t they? This is going to suck again, isn’t it?
I mean, 2003 sucked. But last year was so good, I just forgot how much this is really going to suck.
Yesterday I was standing in line at the José’s truck near the MIT bio building at lunch yesterday, and an asian woman wearing a Baby Björn came by handing out flyers that said “Do You Believe in The Sixth Sense”. She handed one to each of the two guys standing in front of me, got to me, looked me up and down, and went to the next person in line, and handed them a flier.
What the hell? Am I that un-psychic looking? I knew you were going to pass me by, Baby Björn Lady, that’s how psychic I am!
Well, today on my way to the bank, someone else thought so, Baby Björn Lady. She gave me one of your “Sixth Sense” flyers. “We are all spriritual beings!” indeed! See if I use the “Park Street” subway station to go to your “Boston Family Church”.
I have been slack in reporting what a fabulous dinner Editrix and Mr. Villain provided us with Saturday. Veggie lasagna, spinach strudel, fab salad— it would have been two fabulous dinners, except it was all at once. We listened to the Red Sox win on the radio (yay!). Sunday, Simi and Ezra made us a lovely turkish thing whose name I forget and a salad built (partially) from garden produce. We watched the Steelers lose to the damn Patriots on TV (boo!). We also played speed Scrabble, and Simi also gave us a heads up on Web Boggle. We used to play this fun web boggle game in the early days of the T&E Show in 1997, which were also the youthful days of web games; Parker Brothers shut it down, even though it was just some poor Stanford CS student’s grad school project and he wasn’t making a nickel from it.