that's the wrong word.
coincidences?
still the wrong word.
happenings.
something is the happening...
i don't know what i would do if M. Night Shyamalan (name pronounced "SHAH-ma-lawn") stopped making movies. who would i make fun of? i guess there's always Arnold Schwarzenegger quoting his famous movie lines in broken english under the auspices of BEING THE GOVERNOR OF CALIFORNIA!!!! so a-barassing.
it kind of makes me hate california and feel shame about contributing to the horrors of this first world hell.
jl: H.P. Lovecraft, would you like to weigh in? hpl: Certainly Jen. Sometimes I believe that this less material life is our truer life, and that our vain presence on the terraqueous globe is itself the secondary or merely virtual phenomenon. jl: Word.
So now that we've got that out of the way, how about something french?
Ya. French bread.
You may remember me asking way back in november of 08 if i could ever improve my french bread making skills. (http://tiptoeingsanstulips.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-so.html)
well i think maybe i did.
or it just worked out well this time and will never rule again...whatever.
i ate it without even wearing a beret and it still tasted really pretty good.most of the things i eat are on saucers. little spoons little plates. i could go for a divided dinner setup if stupid yuppies hadn't fetishised bento boxes to such an awkward degree.
summer. comin'. in an abstract sense. need to make a plan.
spring. comin'. in a more tangible way. though it's still -29 so i am finding it hard to imagine, personally. The aptly named Thaw-di-Gras festival happens here in the something of the somewhere. Spleen of the Klondike. That's it. Anyhow i am looking forward to Dawson kicking it live. Lip syncing, tricycle racing, chili cook-offing...oh ya.
Fake spring is weird.
Wrong word.
coincidental?
still the wrong word.
happenings. yes. the shoulder seasons are rich with happenings.
and anxiety. i feel like the spleen of the klondike!
Cave of Spleen
{not located in west dawson beneath dieter's giant slide, n.b.}
some final reflections from aforementioned superstar director,
my friend and yours m. night:
"I'm a master, a virtuoso – they can be handing me the keys to the kingdom and all I can think is, I hope I don't drop the key. "
yes. exactly.
4 comments:
yummers! that bread looks amazing.
Don't talk about M. Night that way. Or else... (insert "surprise" (read entirely yawnifyingly predictable, but still beautiful and soul awakening) ending here).
that's a #1 blog entry, one of the greats.
F the 13th could have been spookier, b.t.w.
georgia-- thanks. you're a pal.
caitlin-- you're a dink. you look like m. night and smell like him too.
molly-- kudos. i also felt it was a strong entry. i.m.h.o., friday the 13th was a real wacky one; convergences, or whatever they were that i don't know the word for. lots of em.
spooky.
seriously.
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