Flotsam: August 2010 Archives

I smelled burning leaves tonight, and made a second hot chocolate when I got home. Last night it was windy, and there were crinkled leaves swirling in tight curves around my head. A bat flew formation with me for a while. It's the first stirrings of fall, and I find that I'm delighted to see/hear/smell/feel it. I want apples. I want new perfumes. I want more of those tall socks I buy at American Apparel, even though they're so expensive for what they are.

I want to make an excursion, soon, when my ankle's ready for the traffic, to Chinatown, to pump up my stores of tea. I'm thinking Jasmine.

I want to buy this movie, and this one.

I want to find a way to get out of town for a while, to be in a forest, to look up at the leaves and listen.

I want to find a man who makes me feel the way my spring-summer lover does, but who wants more of me, and of whom I can handle wanting more, myself. I think it's time, or nearly.

I want this yarn. Isn't it the loveliest color? I'm knitting a simple little rolled-edge hat, to get in the mood. And it only just occurred to me that my new hairstyle is the perfect thing for hats. I tried one on yesterday and nearly fell into the proverbial pool looking at my reflection.

Hello fall.

Blog angst:

1. Would you forgive me for a pictureless post?
2. Whenever I log into Movable Type and it tells me my last post was x-date instead of x-days ago, I feel like it's been long enough that I "owe" you a post.
3. What about if I have nothing to say?
4. Or nothing over 140 characters to say?
5. Insert tune to "Video killed the Radio Stars," but for video substitute Twitter and for Radio Stars substitute this blog. Or all blogs, everywhere.
6. Will this affect my ability to write books?
6-sub1: Will they be 250 pages of one-liners?
7. If I tell you about how I sprained my ankle, you will have already read it on Twitter. (backwards reference to 5, so maybe this is properly 5-sub1, albeit out of order)
8. I can't tell you about last night, other than to say I'd like to do it all over again, maybe with different music, just for variety.
9. That new show "Rubicon" is not nearly as smart as it thinks it is. It's overwritten. If it were a Twitter feed, it would be the same couple of lines, over and over again. Overexplanation is the death of wit.
10. Who said that? I did.
11. I know, I know - it sounds like Wilde, but it isn't.

My ankle hurts. No number necessary. It's a recurring theme.