Andy Clark and I went to see the movie most lewd, offensive, scandalous, hillarious documentary: The Aristocrats! If you haven’t seen it and don’t mind spoilers, check out:         http://www.cartmanthearistocrat.com/

Holy Shit! Hahahhahahaha. Ew.

Whether the weather be good,….
The national government might tell you the weather,
after debating whether or not they should.

The above info link provided by Kevin Jordan who additionally points out that the privitazation of such information could quell once and for all those pesky disagreements over Global Warming.

Speaking of bad weather, I’m in Portland - having a lovely time that has been interrupted by only one very welcome thundershower. Have gone to the Portland Art Museum to see John Singer Sargent’s exploration of children…  

One reads the placards ("this sitter had trouble being still as you can tell from her clenched hands, pointed toes, and surly glare towards the painter") and wonders on occassion if there were more explorations occurring than just artistic. As "they" sometimes say, Anyone who wants to spend time alone with children probably shouldn’t be allowed to. But truly, his portraits exhibit vast depths of personality and beauty. Lovely works.

I’ve been tagged by Super Hero Designs to write five idiosyncrasies about myself.

1. I believe I should only write one blog entry a day so when I have several things that I want to talk about I will sometimes pre- or post-date entries in order to spread the information out appropriately. I will plot the dates based on times I know I will not be around to write so the texts don’t conflict. When it doesn’t work out naturally I get very stressed and worry about whether there is anyone who has already read the blog or whether I can secretly move my "release date" and not get caught. (Like this one…) Similarly I think it is "illegal" to delete or hide a blog which has already been publicly posted so even when there is information I don’t want people to necessarily be able to read, once someone could have theoretically seen it I feel obligated to keep it in the public view.
(edited 8/18 @ 4:47p: http://www.rebeccablood.net/handbook/excerpts/weblog_ethics.html - ok not actually strange - see rule #4).

2. My favorite number is 27 (it used to be 23) and I look for it in license plates. If I see it during a thought or conversation, I feel that the information expressed has been confirmed as accurate (even though as many bad or negative things in my life have been associated with 27 as good.) However, the number on the (digital) clock that I make wishes upon continues to be 11:11 (a.m. or p.m.) which I think is actually a standard for very many people.

3. I love to make wishes on things… necklaces, the time, stars, candles… and I will usually keep adding wishes to the basic one until something changes. For example, I think you can (and should) keep adding things to wish for (world peace, good health, love & happiness, success in your career) - until the # on the clock changes (or you see your next star.)What I don’t do and am very regretful of since I had attempted to develop the habit in summer camp (well, 4-H bicycle trips actually) is start the month with "Bunny Bunny" the way Liz (and Gilda Radner!) used to be able to and maybe even still does.

4. I order my eggs "easy over" instead of "over easy" and no matter how many times people correct me, it doesn’t get re-set in my brain. In fact, in general, once I’ve made a mistake it’s nearly impossible to undo. Particularly with directions (which I have very little natural sense of and have to will into my head actively.) Once I make a wrong turn I will forever think "I have to be wary here - there’s a wrong turn coming up that I don’t want to make" and then I will make it again and afterwards realize - oh that’s where it was, I shouldn’t have done that. Again.

5. When I really love my food I sometimes get very giddy and have to do a little eating dance. I generally really love food (except when my tongue is burnt / sore.) In fact, my co-worker calls me a fruit bat because I am pretty much constantly eating some piece of fruit (usually bananas or grapes or berries) and am always drinking something and usually more than just one thing (usually coffee & water but sometimes tea & juice or alcohol & water.) Polydipsia. Like puppies have.

Now I tag you!

"They’ll sit there all day, till their shift changes. The action’s all at night, less of it now that there’s the fence."

"And yet many people die because of it….. But I crossed without trying,… The fence just crumbled away…"

"It does that out there on the beach sometimes. The ocean  is rough and the saltwater eats away at things….. If you had been trying to cross, it wouldn’t have happened for you like that. You would have been caught," he said. "Or the fence would not have broken."

Magdalena just looked at him. "Is that so?"

"It’s the way life is."

"The way life is?"

"I believe it has something to do with the irony of human action."

"I didn’t know you were a philosopher."

"I’m a worm farmer."

Justa a quickie as I’m on the shared computer at the Ashland Hostel …having a wonderful time hiking in the woods (they have a  95-acre park here which keeps providing afternoon delights) and watching plays (getting a bit spendy but the shows so far have been increasingly worth the penny.) Will tell more later! But until then, I’m brushing up my Shakespeare. Oooho!