as a recovering baptist I want to love this

 

As someone who grew up extremely religious, it means something to read this. My parents taught us that happiness wasn't the goal. We weren't to try to do things that brought us pleasure. Our function was to please God and find contentment. Anything beyond that was an accidental bonus.

(I also grew up always waiting in dread for the other shoe to drop, because if I felt happy or experienced joy outside of church, I was probably sinning.)

Once, on a trip to Paris, I went to a restaurant that specialized in cassoulet. These were pre-vegetarian times for me, and I was beyond excited to sit down and order a pot of rich, bubbly beans and duck fat. The waiter came to the table, and I asked in my best French, if I could order. He was busy pouring a small aperitif, and slicing housemade sausage onto a plate. 

Premier, plaisir, he smiled. First, pleasure. 

And so I relaxed and sipped the aperitif.

the wisdom of tumblr

Seen.

On memewhore, about strict parents.

 

And on patron saint of shitposts, about bedtime fantasies.

Also, I kind of want this tent.
 

 

thinkng about movng...

...to Tumblr--it's so easy to reblog and seems more now.
Blogger feels so 1992. The cool kids left ages ago which I don't care about but maybe I do, since I'm mentioning it?
On the other hand, I've seen a few Myspace pages recently. Huh.
Or possibly a Facebook persona page.
I dunno. I'm thinking about it though.

strength in tumblrs

Good things of the week:

• Live music! my homeskillets thad and kelly kicked off their west coast tour with a free weeknight show at Narwhal--with some fresh young MCs and some seasoned ones as well
• And cool merch from Depandable Services (sweatshirts gimme!)
• Catch up time with a fellow traveler and adventurer and more live music, this time free jazz courtesy of the Cornish jazz band
• Me + laptop + stories = writing time
• Drinks and smokes and laughs (laughs-->nonstop giggling) at Priscilla Queen of the Desert with dance music and sparkles and beautiful men and my lovely lovely J&J
• Followed by closing-down-the-bar manhattans and martinis on the hill

Good things today:

• Morning cuddles and hot coffee
• A long run
• Catch up time with a gorgeous and enigmatic barista friend
• Me + laptop + stories = writing time
• Including a trip down the internet wormhole. It's the equivalent of hanging out with your besties--feeling comforted and warm and hilarious and understood

I am the sail

A new batch of pictures, courtesy of BusySmartyPants Tumblr.

BSP Tumblr: January nights in the 206

Keeping up with the BusySmartyPants Media Empire (TM) just got a lot easier.
Look right for feeds from:

• BusySmartyPants Tumblr : pictures, sounds, provocations
• And the all new BusySmartyPants YouTube channel!

I hope you like.

aitch 2 oh

See the sea: cross posting with BusySmartyPants Tumblr.

Busysmartypants:Tumblr -- portals

Attenzione!
Check out BusySmartyPants:Tumblr for a new group of photos: portals.

Look up (don't look up)

How great is it when the distance between the absurd and the rational is about two feet.
Walking along Elliott Avenue yesterday I saw this sign.
Chuckled.
Looked up. Saw the scene at right.
Looked down. Picture a sidewalk coated with a thick fresh frosting of bird shit.
Carried on, duly forewarned.
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I'm grouping photos when it makes sense; see "the commentariat" over on busysmartypants:tumblr.

Tumble on ovr

Check out this cross post to my new tumblr crib, also called BusySmartyPants.
It's all part of my PlanMaster MasterPlan, in other words, experimenting with new ways to post photos and sound files.
Let me know what you think.