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rmRemember that thing about catching up on correspondence? Tonight probably. It certainly wasn't last night. Man I wish I could have slept in today.
I'm meeting Marrilynn at the museum at 11. We've not seen each other in over ten years, or really spoken during that time except intermittantly since about six months after I got back from Sydney. These things always make me feel mildly trepidacious, because they are depressing if they are just small-talk, but I'm not sure what else being in the common world is, if that makes sense. Of course, there is the lost art of meaningful small-talk as opposed to grousing about the weather, although today it looks like the weather merits grousing about. Finally, we can't just pop into any restaurant because of my health thing.
I had really wanted to go to Cafe Sabarsky, which is dear to my heart, but aside from being a source of utter evil on the weekends, in perusing their menu, other than tea, I'm not sure I can ever go there again, which is SAD. SAD SAD SAD. I've cultivated this litle list of restaurants whose borders, mostly for decor and atmosphere reasons, overlap with my internal mental landscape. Cafe Sabarsky is one of them, and like The Burgeoise Pig, may now be next to impossible for me to go to for more than hot beverages.
Meanwhile, on AC people are ganging up on some poor girl who has written articles about her choice to be submissive (in a D/s context) to her hsuband. graned, her phrasing of it wasn't clear that this was a lifestyle and sexual choice, but even so, people should fuck off and leave her alone and go after the woman who keeps witing about how america won't ever be healthy again until all women stay home, raise children and are sure to earn less than their husbands. That's teh type of submission we should be up in arms about. I, meanwhile, amtrying not to making coming to the other girl's defense my latest "I'm bored and look, htere are stupid people on the Internet!" project.
I wish I could wear the big black Kambriel coat today. I can't. It won't break 80, but it's stil too hot. I feel the need for the insulation though.
I'm meeting Marrilynn at the museum at 11. We've not seen each other in over ten years, or really spoken during that time except intermittantly since about six months after I got back from Sydney. These things always make me feel mildly trepidacious, because they are depressing if they are just small-talk, but I'm not sure what else being in the common world is, if that makes sense. Of course, there is the lost art of meaningful small-talk as opposed to grousing about the weather, although today it looks like the weather merits grousing about. Finally, we can't just pop into any restaurant because of my health thing.
I had really wanted to go to Cafe Sabarsky, which is dear to my heart, but aside from being a source of utter evil on the weekends, in perusing their menu, other than tea, I'm not sure I can ever go there again, which is SAD. SAD SAD SAD. I've cultivated this litle list of restaurants whose borders, mostly for decor and atmosphere reasons, overlap with my internal mental landscape. Cafe Sabarsky is one of them, and like The Burgeoise Pig, may now be next to impossible for me to go to for more than hot beverages.
Meanwhile, on AC people are ganging up on some poor girl who has written articles about her choice to be submissive (in a D/s context) to her hsuband. graned, her phrasing of it wasn't clear that this was a lifestyle and sexual choice, but even so, people should fuck off and leave her alone and go after the woman who keeps witing about how america won't ever be healthy again until all women stay home, raise children and are sure to earn less than their husbands. That's teh type of submission we should be up in arms about. I, meanwhile, amtrying not to making coming to the other girl's defense my latest "I'm bored and look, htere are stupid people on the Internet!" project.
I wish I could wear the big black Kambriel coat today. I can't. It won't break 80, but it's stil too hot. I feel the need for the insulation though.
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Date: 2006-07-22 03:50 pm (UTC)Ugh, that would drive me nuts to read. Having a career kinda rocks.
You could probably wear the coat out where I am. It's a little chilly today.