christmas!

belated cookie party photos. annie bridget was the only prolific cookie decorator, but c. and i did a few after everyone left. notice my green bouquet with cranberries in the vase. saw it on the teevee.


okay, i don't know how this happened, but i can't be bothered to fix it. pretend these photos are all in their correct--or most conventional--orientation:







the milagro on our tree was a gift from sweet anni bluhm, who we think might be in scotland right now. she's one of many far away we wish were closer.

my parents are here, though, and that's lovely. it's also summertime weather. my dad and i went for bike rides both yesterday and today. tonight i'm making a buche de noel. all in all, christmas in UCL@ student housing is going pretty well.

what does it say about me

that i have thought forever that the opening lyrics to "let's get it on" were:


i've been feeling dry, baby . . .


i'm not sure why i find this mortifying.

like weebles.

the times reports that women's spines have evolved with more curvature so that we don't fall over when pregnant.*

that's . . . good.

also good to know that this curved spine minimizes back pain when great with child. given the not insigificant back pains of my previously and currently pregnant friends, i'm tempted to point out that this was not a job well done, but whatever. thanks, evolution!

(there's a great veiled snipe at intelligent design in the article.)



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now we're both losers.

dear person who stole my visa debit card:

i hope you enjoy the sixty bucks worth of hello kitty gear from the sanrio store, and the two hundred you dropped at bebe (cocktail dress? smashing hand bag?). personally, i was going to use the money to pay bills, but hey--at least one of us is living la vida consumer! actually, since the money will be refunded to me once i dispute the charges, i find it difficult to get too angry, but in the long pre-holiday weeks until that dispute gets settled, it does stick in the craw to know that my checking account is nearly cleaned out while you posh around westwood with whatever trash you saw fit to spend my money on. happy holidays, bastard! hope we don't need more groceries this month!

end of quarter update.

he brought me some lilies.

my apartment smells so good.

to do: two papers, one christmas card letter, a tree, and almost no shopping. that's right; i did it early. and we're broke, so it was really easy!

also, it's still summer here.

also too: i've been neglectful in not announcing my parents' blog. check out their wee house, which is charming in many ways, the most significant one being its proximity to our good-smelling apartment.