randomness
Oct. 29th, 2002 11:11 amHappiness is nine pairs of new socks, three of which are argyle.
Gone With the Wind is a very long movie, and I can't imagine watching it on television. With commercials it's probably about six hours. (I saw it last night, for the first time, for free at the Wang Center.)
The Wang Center is a gorgeous theater. It's circa 1925 and it went all out with the gold leaf and crimson drapes and murals on the ceiling and rococo design and you-name-it else.
The American Academy of Fixed Prosthodontics is a pain in the neck.
I now possess my very own magnetic ratcheting screwdriver. I can disassemble things. Muahahaha.
"al dente" brand garlic and parsley fettucine is good stuff. For once when they said garlic, they meant it.
The other day I was having a discussion about elegance and I said I couldn't be elegant if I tried. Liz said I could if I tried hard enough, but that the way I carry myself is "too martial arts" to be elegant. I didn't know that two and a half years of karate had made that much of an impression on me outside of the dojo and five years after I stopped practicing. (We practiced in a banquet room, a squash court and the town square. A dojo is wherever you practice, if you do it properly.)
I finally found my six-foot staff, wedged in the corner of my closet. I need to find some space to practice with it.
My bangs need cutting again.
That is all.
Gone With the Wind is a very long movie, and I can't imagine watching it on television. With commercials it's probably about six hours. (I saw it last night, for the first time, for free at the Wang Center.)
The Wang Center is a gorgeous theater. It's circa 1925 and it went all out with the gold leaf and crimson drapes and murals on the ceiling and rococo design and you-name-it else.
The American Academy of Fixed Prosthodontics is a pain in the neck.
I now possess my very own magnetic ratcheting screwdriver. I can disassemble things. Muahahaha.
"al dente" brand garlic and parsley fettucine is good stuff. For once when they said garlic, they meant it.
The other day I was having a discussion about elegance and I said I couldn't be elegant if I tried. Liz said I could if I tried hard enough, but that the way I carry myself is "too martial arts" to be elegant. I didn't know that two and a half years of karate had made that much of an impression on me outside of the dojo and five years after I stopped practicing. (We practiced in a banquet room, a squash court and the town square. A dojo is wherever you practice, if you do it properly.)
I finally found my six-foot staff, wedged in the corner of my closet. I need to find some space to practice with it.
My bangs need cutting again.
That is all.