On Valentine’s Day, after work I went to La Madeleine, for what’s becoming my “usual”: petite Caesar salad, quiche florentine (or lorraine depending on my mood), and their popular tomato basil soup. I love this place. It’s a chain of restaurants, but feels unique, styled in the manner of a French country inn without being stuffy about it. Afterwards I went to Borders and picked up a few things on sale, and rounded out the evening by watching Chicago again. All very perfect.
(Call me crazy, but I’ve seen the trailer for View from the Top twice in theaters now, and it’s so wacky it just might work. Doesn’t everybody have “dreams of becoming a first-class international flight attendant”? That’s just me, isn’t it.)
Snow daze. I’ve been lazing about the apartment, since our office is still closed due to the weather. Yesterday afternoon I read more of As Meat Loves Salt by Maria McCann, and took a nap. This is the life. Speaking of books, some recent purchases include Letters of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Lord Byron: The Major Works, Love Speaks Its Name: Gay and Lesbian Love Poems, and a book of sheet music, Frédéric Chopin: Waltzes and Scherzos. I’m currently at work on “Waltz in E-flat Major” (Op. 18).
Waiting for the other strappy tango shoe to drop. I didn’t know how to react to last night’s Joe Millionaire finale. I’m only half-heartedly happy for Zora. Yes, she “won,” but she seems like a saint compared to Evan. And the “twist” wasn’t all that huge, especially after Fox raised the stakes by acknowledging something was up their sleeve. We’d been calling their bluff around the water cooler for weeks, right? It’s not over, though. Joe Millionaire: The Aftermath is set to air next week. Merriam-Webster’s definition number 3 for “aftermath” is “the period immediately following a usually ruinous event.” I rest my case.
Crazy little thing called Yao. The “big and small” Apple PowerBook commercial with Yao Ming and Verne “Mini Me” Troyer: cute. The Visa Check Card commercial with Yao Ming and Yogi Berra: not so cute. Annoying, in fact.
P.S. Re: the new PowerBook, I like the backlit keyboard on the 17-inch model. On my Gateway in low-light situations, when entering things like passwords, I have to flip the screen down a bit so that the light spills onto the keyboard, just so I can read the keys.
Seeing colors. The halls of my apartment building are getting a new coat of paint soon. A few of the doors and surrounding walls in my hall have each been painted a different color scheme. It all looks very whimsical. I suppose we’re the guinea pigs, i.e., they’re testing different colors to see what looks best, but hey, if they want to keep everything multi-colored, I’m all for that too. Anything but the current pink.
Speaking of home decor, last Saturday I went to Linens N Things and got a pair of lamps. Up to now I’ve only had a single overhead light, in the ceiling fan, and well, it’s not very flattering. You see everything in the room. There’s no focus. Now with the floor lamp in one corner, and the table lamp on the piano, I’ve effectively created “zones” out of this single space. Or so I like to tell my inner do-it-myselfer.
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The keys on my laptop are backlit as well. It’s very convenient. I think we know what this could mean, Jeffy, new computer?
Eee, don’t tempt me!
Ah, but Susan … you can tempt ME if you wish!!! Ahem.
Wea out, yo.
Well, I do owe you a birthday uh, greeting.
Dang tootin’ you do.
Wot… You have created “zones” with the addition of some lamps. That is so Grace Adler, Jeff, c’mon really. Te heh… I bet you wouldn’t mind being in her shoes for… let me think… soooo many reasons, n’est-ce pas? 😉
Jeff, I howled at your first-class international flight attendant fantasy (“Learn To Fly” video by the Foo Fighters instantly sprang to mind)… tee hee. Rebel Prince Air… doesn’t it just sing?
Yeah, I know you could carry it off with style, Jeff. I imagine you in a pale grey ensemble with maroon accents, tight fitting waist coat, of course, long-sleeve silk shirt (turnover cuffs) and the pants… with a practical and not too cumbersome flare. Yes, tres chic, mon ami. Here comes the commercial complete with cheesy jingle:
“Rebel Prince boy… You’re a great way to flyyyyyy….”
Glad to hear that D.C. has emerged from her state of emergency, shaken the snow from her hair and got back to it. Dress warm. Lub.
Happy Birthday Mr. Weaner Pigg…Haaaapppy Birrrrthddaayyyy toooo youu!
*wink*
Ha, Nate! Thanks, me ol’ mate, you are too much. 😉 And ooh, lovely rendition, Sus! Very Marilyn Monroe to JFK: “Happy birthday… Misss-ter Presss-ident…”