Sunday, January 30, 2005

Sunday, January 30, 2005

There is some severe sensory deprivation going on here. There are the weather, the landscape, the slow pace and then there is the complete lack of the sort of culture/civility I'm used to. I have never heard so may remarks about "gays" in my life--except when I was growing up in San Diego. Everyone seems repulsed when I mention moving to the Hillcrest neighborhood, because that's SanDiego's "gay" neighborhood. However, it's also where all the culture is. I've never seen so many drab, lifeless, landscape paintings in my life either. These are strange times indeed.


Over and out.


Saturday, January 29, 2005

Saturday, January 29, 2005

I just returned from a charitable dinner and auction, where I was one of maybe 4 people under the age of 60. I'm not too big on prime rib so I stuck with the over-buttered asparagus, hyperbolically gravy'd turkey and rice pilaf. What the hell is rice pilaf anyway? Rice, Orzo, and parsley flakes, no? I'm changing my name to Edith Pilaf, forthwith.







xo,
Edith Pilaf.