upon seeing my peacoat a man asked if i was in the navy. it was a joke. and i thought to myself: i get jokes. but 'twas not funny. no. but i laughed to be kind. and then the man complimented my diction. he was very kind. it somehow made me feel slightly fraudulent.

i have two beautiful new chairs. new to me. dux. danish. mid cent mod. a nice matched pair. they're low to the ground which is especially appealing to me. wee gams. i think the wood is teak. dunno.

news of chinese new year arrives. there is a familial conflict concerning little red beans. i've not yet eaten those so can't weigh in on the debate.

reading hugo. there was a line about the soul being the only bird that sustains its cage. not a cremesicle situation? it depends i suppose.

well.

oh. the kind man ended with an invite. a democratic jamboree. and i whinnied to say i am neither donkey nor elephant. i said i am mare. in my defense he provoked me.

i get jokes!

this afternoon we had a visit from the baroness b---. for real. a baroness. a hungarian one. but she is the least baroness-ish person i can imagine. and she's loved by us. anyway probably most hungarian folk are barons and -esses. i'm talking crap.

the thousand years old cat is missing. if she were only slightly ancient there'd be little mystery in it. but seeing as she's extremely ancient the mystery is exponentially greater. under the impression she'd achieved immortality.

no one will play chess with me. first impressions are funny-- it's not my prowess related there. it's simply that nobody wants to play. and i'm so easy to beat! c'mon! anybody would look masterful relative to. but no. reduced to playing this machine.

very soon we will go for sushi. and i will insist that the last caterpillar roll be mine. we speak in excited voices.

also this afternoon the nurserywoman's aviary was filled with orange birds and white birds and yellow birds. mostly orange and white. cremesicle birds. canaries? they made some very nice sounds. for a minute i pondered having cremesicle birds. but then they just seemed so f*cking frantic and bored. like they were cats-cradling some invisible string. back and to and back and to. unspeakably frail little legs. and one wearing a toupee of grey feathers with a startled dinosaur look in his eye. it was a long minute. and i resumed my stance: birds are not meant for cages. it's an unreasonable luxury. probably most luxury so....

i dreamed about navajoland right before waking. tuba city. an outpost in the hot sand. and i forgot to wear shoes.

hmm.

she has what they call a rock on her finger. a year hence i'll attend a baroness's wedding. the shoes. the shoes. the understory of a successful outfit.

looking for the revised edition of a certain style manual. phone calls were made. nobody knew what to make of my requests. we were speaking a common language. i thought.

daisy pulling. they need a food critic. i can give them anonymous. but that dusty resume. wellidy.

48 hours of the pretenders performing back on the chain gang. i love that flippin' song. listen to me sing. like chrissie hynde minus penchant for sexy leathern pants. and sans sexy voice. so...yeah...not at all.

18 mails from belle and sebastian list. two would have been sufficient. though the heading was exciting. especially en masse.

tomorrow evening we'll be swept away. timeless wonder of the english countryside or something. the chronic what!? cles of narnia. i always imagined the turkish delight looking like congealed gravy with fruity-hued overtones. or on a good day like aplets & cotlets. now if that isn't a budding gourmet.

another key jumps the ring. i'm beginning to list.

new times. new times. please. i need a new pair of shoes.

playing: seeing other people-- belle and sebastian. must incline the trend away from pretenders. yes.

visited by father. gifted with a book on making paper. luverly. heavyweight and a rough deckle is my prefered. unless a bible. those are strictly onion skin.

now playing: the ravine- the sea and cake

somewhere out there is the shadetree mechanic who'll get the job done. the problem is the lack of indication. marketing is not the inherent human quality we've taken for true. maybe.

what i wouldn't give for a seat on this paper airplane. really. any donkey-tailed destination. that smudge on the atlas. the birdmark in the photobook. no. it's pamukkale. i would too.

la!

my new broom...

we walked seven miles to dutchman's pond yesterday. from there you can see the new housing development. i wish i could shoot lasers from my eyes. there would be much lasering.

three egrets. two horses. one with the white nosing in small grass a la norstein's hedgehog in the fog. wetlands. you can't build those so well as you can drain them.

listening: lolitapop dollhouse-- kahimi karie.

on foothill near the church there's an abandoned avocado tree. the parking lot is covered in treads of guacamole. i decided to liberate a few of those poor fruits. and so i have. if only that sort of tree could survive on my side of the mountains. i can dream.

china lily is setting up its cups and saucers. in the dark by the post office scented before sighted.

i think spring is time to redd up shop. so that's what i'm about. redding up. and so.

so so so...

happy 2006. if you are following that calendar. happy year of your choice otherwise.

listening: loro-- pinback.

enjoying a little inferior quality green tea. yes. i said enjoying. it isn't about the tea right now. a warm vessel in a cold night is always nice.

a long conversation tonight. why talk about strolling when we can get on our feet. why indeed. controlled falling.

remember the brother's jade saving his life. it turned yellow and cracked. beautiful and functional.

i've entered to win a chair. how do you like that. eames chair. wouldn't that be! lovely yes.

come saturday morning the gooseflesh will come out overwhelming. unrecognizable. i'm terrible at instructing. but i've been told that practice makes perfect. so.

ineluctable so.

listening: brittle women-- glass candy and the shattered theatre.

the rain has subsided. the greening has begun! my favorite part is the lichen. and the alley's newly remedied piss smell. i mean absence of smell.

end of cuppa. and now to read the dregs.