Author: Elaine

my goodness, I haven’t been writing for days & days. not that I haven’t been thinking about stuff, I just haven’t had time!

I just wrote a letter to Spinnwebe about today’s “brainshot” – god I feel like such a link whore. but it really was a good piece, I swear! and it tapped into that feeling I’ve been having lately, about how wonderful it is to know that all these people are alive. or something like that.

wow. I have nothing to say. except that it’s raining. and I just finished writing a way cool financial aid orientation application. (way cool and financial aid in the same sentence? yeah, sure, why not?)

except, of course, that we don’t have any butter. 🙁 but I did manage a couple of little corn quesadillas – which, to my mind, are sort of like mexican grilled cheese sandwiches. yum.

I’m hungry. what do I want for lunch? perhaps a grilled cheese sandwich. (thank you google’s “I’m feeling lucky” feature.)

that would be “vous le vous” and “teen spirit” – in the same number.

so Saturday Kat came down & we went to see Moulin Rouge. I’d love to write an actual review, but I’m not sure I can quite wrap my brain all the way around it yet. the short version: it’s a big crazy mess. a loopy melodramatic love story, completely surrounded in visual and audial madness. I loved it. any musical that can somehow combine “vous le vous quche avec moi” (sp?!) with “smells like teen spirit” is suffused with mad genius. of course nicole kidman is lovely – I think this might be a perfect role for her: the victorian-era consumptive beauty, all that creamy ice-white skin. and who knew ewan mcgregor had a natural twinkle in his eye?

slowly waking, working on some small things. Brit is not here today – in CA for his girlfriend’s daughter’s high school graduation – it’s kind of nice to have the office to myself today.

there’s this point that I hit in the middle of the afternoon, esp. after answering a whole huge lump of email, when my brain just doesn’t function the way I’d like it to. (nor do my fingers, for that matter.)

but hey, I’m having a good morning, so it’s all okay, right? 🙂