sleepy in seattle

Over the past 3-day weekend, I fell asleep on the floor of three different airports (burbank, mccarren, seatac--also, seatac has a water fountain that produces auditory hallucinations, either it's in a parabola or they have a mike in there, but when people drink at it, it gurgles with an insistently loud volume). I fell asleep in car rides, I fell asleep in the middle of conversations. But I awoke at 6:30 every morning.

Seattle was fun because my friends are funny and fun. We somehow ended up talking about interior design quite a bit. Given that I can't afford 3 porcupine-like lamps, I bought 2 gorgeous journals, one leather-bound with a strong square turquoise clasp and one from easy street records which is made from an old cookbook--I'm going to make the recipes when I write through it. It was an indulgent weekend, and it's good to be home now too: I am a mouse on the move!

THE LISTS

to do class: Write JM recommendation. Make grades spreadsheet. Grade papers. Figure out participation grades.
done! Graded 8 papers. Made spreadsheet.

to do work: write goffman section.
done! write how the dramaturgical setup is important to these texts.

to do life: Pay down debt (currently $2,326.09). Procure dog. Redo taxes. Figure out Amazon.com problem. Repot ginko tree and cactus. Clean my apt--the bathroom, put away the books and clothes, swift the floor, do the dishes.
The list of things get longer. Blech.

to do blitz: sarah, marilyn, giulia, irmary, mariana, dar, nv, robin, fl, ek, sf, marzena, thérèse, hen, dorith.

Netflixed: Stranger than Fiction. I'm really loving this movie, there's such a special attention paid to voices, the way Maggie Gyllenhall says "cookies" and the definition to Emma Thompson's every syllable. The wierd interdependence between life and writing. And the line between serious and funny, which I guess people call dry humor.