Tuesday, January 28, 2003
Porgy and Bess. Porgy and Bess. PORGY AND BESS. PORGY AND BESS.I was listening to a compilation by Isaac Stern yesterday because my father is playing the elegance game and reading in the evenings instead of watching the telly or sleeping. Track no. 3 on this disc put out by CBS is Bess, You Is My Woman Now. When I first heard it I thought, 'This is why I've never appreciated Porgy and Bess when sung!' This morning I rightly downloaded instrumental versions of Porgy and Bess songs and loved them all. I feel like someone just poured soda down my pants, and all I can do is sit here and go 'Oh, my!'
Roborovskis. Today Shelley was scratching her left ear and I thought I would implode with aww's at the cuteness. These are little precious creatures that are smaller in size than my heart, yet when they are sleeping I can see their breathing and their heart beating, pumping blood into tiny blood vessels spread throughout their body. Their hearts must be half the size of my little fingernail! And their lungs? And stomachs? They even have toenails! And little intestines! And tiny little teeth with which they nibble my fingers! Too many exclamation marks!
I know how to say "Don't catch a cold" in Chinese now. So, Alistair, bie gan mao le.
I kind of wish I had a digital camera so I could take pictures of all the extremely cool things I make and upload them onto the internet without hassle, but for some reason I really dislike the idea of a digital camera taking portraits of my lovely creations. I've started making hairpins now, and I like them so much that I think if I were a person passing on the street I would gladly pay a couple of bucks for them. But since I'm new in the business and I really don't want to make money off my hairpins, I'll probably just make them as presents and send them to Julia because she has short hair like mine and the pins would look good in her hair. (Julia, send me your addie so I can send you presents!) (Never mind, I have your birthday card still.)
Oh oh oh I wanted to sing really loud rock music at the top of my lungs when there was no one home and there's no one home now, so I'm going to go do that. In A Perfumed Garden is on now, and I really do enjoy Tom Verlaine and company, but it doesn't beat yelling lyrics at the top of my lungs and scaring my neighbors. The telly boys can wait.
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