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May 25, 2006

Late-Mid-Week-Videoless Dots

  • I've given up on ever being 100% well again. Since the beginning of 2006, I've had one bug, virus, crud or the other. Blah.
  • Why don't I make sure I've got my camera in my purse at all times? I should know by now that life in my neighborhood requires constant documentation. Last night, I missed the chance to share with you a photo of an elderly fellow underneath this neighborhood landmark, decked in head-to-toe St. Louis Cardinals regalia, waving at cars. This guy takes any excuse to bedeck himself in various regalia, often holiday or professional sports-related in nature, and stand under the old Airway Drive-In sign, waving at passing cars. Then today, I saw a preppy-looking young man, dining on a roast beef sandwich in a burgandy PT Cruiser completely covered in Elvis decals. He was taking care of some aus juice-related business.
  • My keyboard's not doing too well.
  • I had hoped to post this on my blog today:
    Today I sent my book proposal to three publishing houses. I've never felt more like vomiting.
    Alas, I'm not quite to that point yet. I finished writing the proposal, but I ran out of time before I could proofread it and print the 43 pages three times. I still sort of feeling like vomiting, though.
  • Does this happen to everyone, or is it just me? Strangers are always telling me their life stories, gory details and all, often within minutes of meeting me. It happened today. After daycare, Clara Jane and I went to the coffeehouse for a cookie, like we always do. There was a woman there with her 8-year-old son. In a matter of 10 minutes, she was telling me about her move to the area from California six months ago, her health problems, the problems she's had getting used to being in the Midwest and her best friend's suicide last August. Then we compared our postpartum depression stories.
  • I got a rather drastic haircut last night. It involves layers. And bangs. And a photo of postpartum Katie Holmes. I'm extremely happy with it, even though I looked like Mary Tyler Moore circa 1972 when I left the salon. Well, MTM72 with a thyroid condition, perhaps.
  • Watching this week's Oprah episodes about the Holocaust and genocide survivors is breaking my heart. It amazes me that, as a society, we get our panties completely bunched over Britney Spears tripping while holding her son, when at any given time, there's a place in the world where children are being gassed, clubbed to death, hacked with machetes, gang raped, burned alive ... Get some fucking priorities, America. And that's all I'm going to say about that because, well, there's not much else to say about it. If you catch yourself spending too much time worried about Brit's parenting skills, drop that issue of Us Weekly and read this, this, this or this.
  • And so this doesn't end on a completely angry, heartbroken note, here's a special Thursday shuffle!

I've got a playlist on my iPod that consists of the ten songs Clara Jane insists on hearing over and over and over. In thanking my lucky stars that I live in a world where the biggest worry I have regarding my child involves keeping my sanity after 45 minutes of listening to the same song, or the hissy fit that ensues when I turn it off, I present you with The Clara Jane Boogie:

1. City of Blinding Light - U2
2. Love Like a Truck - Bottle Rockets
3. Honky Tonk Hiccups - Neko Case
4. Woo Hoo - The 5.6.7.8's (This is the song from the Vonage TV ads. Yes, I purchased the song for her. Yes, I need to be beaten.)
5. Candyfloss - Wilco
6. Come Together - The Beatles
7. John Henry - Bruce Springsteen
8. Do You Want To - Franz Ferdinand
9. Mirror in the Bathroom - English Beat
10. War on War - Wilco

Posted by Robin at May 25, 2006 05:13 PM

Comments

I've never felt more like vomiting either, and all I did was send a feature pitch to two magazines. I can only imagine how you feel with a book. I haven't even written the damn story. (Which may come back to bite me.)

May your rejections be few and your royalty checks be many!! (You get two exclamation points for this one.)

Posted by: Moose at May 25, 2006 06:38 PM

My boyfriend is the story magnet. Waitresses, in particular, just love to open up to him. It starts while they take the drink orders and we end up with an entire life story by dessert. Just last night the bag boy at the grocery store proceeded to get chummy when he noticed that we buy the same brand of beer.

Posted by: Melissa at May 26, 2006 08:37 AM

People tend to tell me their life stories, too!
It drives my husband crazy because it so often happens when we have to be somewhere and we're already late.


Posted by: Johanna Cagan at May 26, 2006 12:15 PM

Oh I love the 5,6,7,8's!

A haircut with layers. Brave, brave lady. I have been layerless for a year now and can't get up the nerve to go back to them. My hair bushes out something fierce with layers.

Posted by: Dixie at May 26, 2006 05:21 PM

At least Woo Hoo was featured in Kill Bill before it got plastered all over TV. It's great, but blame Quentin for spreading it's catchiness over the States.

Posted by: Exena at May 28, 2006 04:11 PM