...tambores...
I deleted the entire message I posted here earlier because I was wrong. I can't analyse or think about it anymore, but it is not what I thought it was. It's better.
a writing exercise. a window. a handshake, an embrace. wide glimpse of the small moments.
I deleted the entire message I posted here earlier because I was wrong. I can't analyse or think about it anymore, but it is not what I thought it was. It's better.
Tonight I went into work thinking I was only going to meet someone interesting and potentially fascinating, and at the very least Very Important. Cherie Blair, at her speaking event and book signing at our store, was sincere and warm and fun and intelligent, and I enjoyed myself thoroughly. I will not lie though - the best part of my evening happened completely incidentally.
I want to get a tattoo but I don´t want to do it here - if I do, it will be just an example of "I went to Spain and got a drunken tattoo that one time". If (when) I get one, I want it to mean something, something that I love or believe, that I am going to wear for a lifetime.
One of my favorite hobbies has become poking fun at the Toronto Star for its ridiculous comments and writing. Today's example, from the caption underneath a picture of Shania Twain and her husband, from whom she is separating: One of a few rare photos of Mutt Lange and Shania Twain in public together. The couple has split after 14 years of marriage and will now, presumably, be seen together less.
I love to watch David Alaverdian play the Campanella, because when he finishes he pumps his fist in a restrained but undeniable manner, to show that yes, he beat it. It is so difficult, and the process of learning it likely so tear-filled and frustrating, that the first thing to come out once those four long moments are over is sheer triumph.
I celebrated my first week of freedom from school by buying multiple pairs of shoes, one of which I wore today with a halter dress that did not suit the weather. White peep-toe sandals with a cork wedge but not too high, adorable so much but no word of a lie I think I broke my toe. They are not particularly comfortable as it happens.
Today was so many many hours of anxiety and restlessness, for no other reason than... well the reason isn't important, except to say that it would have sent Dorothy Parker into an apoplectic fit.