Miscellany

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Mafia elves beat me at night

I had blood drawn last Thursday. At the time, I thought the doctor did a terrific job — it took a split second, he didn’t beat on my veins like some of the nurses do, it was over in a flash. Thursday my arm hurt; Friday my arm hurt; Saturday […]

A weekend in wine country

While departing for our weekend got off to a rocky start (not going to focus on that) and ended with a somewhat rocky departure (also not going to focus on that), what was in between was a fun, fun time. This weekend was the annual Barrel Tasting weekend in the […]

It’s k-k-k-kold.

Not as cold as Kansas, but still, it’s quite chilly — 30s and 40s. It’s California kold (cold for us, but not really in the scheme of things, hence the “k” — fake cold 🙂 a new courtney-ism). It was quite funny to hear all the weather reporters talk about […]

Licking MO

My friend Tiff was in town, so off we went to discover the Haight. We found an awesome bar with some really friendly patrons. Luckily it was warm inside, and I got to see the Licking Wildcats t-shirt I had heard about. You see, my friend Tiff gets to travel […]

Flatlining

Again. Everything was in tune, bouncing to the beat. Then everything went blank. In a matter of minutes. Currently, my brain is not accepting any input. It needs to be shocked back to life. Defibrillator anyone?

Coffee Time

As a kid I had a little yellow tea pot, with yellow tea cups. Nin would serve coffee-milk to me… more milk than coffee. Cafe du Monde weened me onto coffee. I would make lattes with 2/5 coffee, 3/5 milk, and 6 sugar cubes. Now I drink the black stuff.

A night with Jupiter, a morning croissant

Arnaud, my friend, saw nothing strange whatever about having breakfast in a bathrobe on the Champs-Elysees. “They can see that you’ve had an accident,” he said. “The bathrobe is full of blood.”“That makes it all right, does it?” I asked.“It’s all right with me,” he said. “As for them, je […]

Creative juices are gone

And that’s why you haven’t heard from me in a while. All creativity in my body have ceased to exist. Nothing to write about, nothing I want to take a picture of, nothing I want to paint, draw, or even dwell on. I don’t want to do anything besides sit […]